Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 122

"What else is there?"

Baekji asked, pressing down on his churning chest.

It felt like a frightening story was about to come out, but he couldn't not listen.

It wasn't in his memory, but it was his own story.

He had to listen.

"It wasn't Hyuk-ryeonjong. The moment his neck was struck, a lightning-fast blood bolt shot out from the gushing blood, aiming for you, Young Lord. You hastily blocked it, but the blood bolt grazed your forehead... and that's why a lightning-like bloodstain was left on your forehead."

Baekji felt his forehead burn.

"Then, a single crimson blood flower rose from Hyuk-ryeonjong's neck. Some people called it a blood light... but strangely, the blood flower spoke."

"..."

―Hahaha. You kill your best friend after your lover... Yes, go mad... that is your destiny...

"Aaaaargh..."

Baekji suddenly clutched his head and rolled on the ground.

"Y-Young Lord!"

The Demonic Advisor hastily approached but was thrown back by a tremendous energy.

Thud!

The Demonic Advisor, who crashed into the wall and fell, was suddenly terrified.

The Young Lord's madness was a legendary tale in the Demonic Cult.

Once he went mad, those around him would be torn to shreds like dried pollack.

'Why did I forget that?'

The Demonic Advisor, trembling with fear, watched Baekji from as far away as possible.

* * *

It felt as if his forehead was being seared with fire.

He felt like he was going to go mad from the rage that was welling up, more than from the extreme pain.

A violent impulse to beat everything to death.

The bloody battlefield he had once seen in a dream unfolded vividly before his eyes.

Killing and killing again...

Corpses piled up and the earth was stained with blood.

'Kill...!'

Then, from somewhere, a clear voice was heard.

―Yahu... don't do that...

The last look in her eyes as she died, stabbed by Hyuk-ryeonjong's sword...

"Agh!"

Baekji let out a scream-like roar and his eyes shot open.

When he came to his senses, he was in a room at the Hongmeng Brothel.

His forehead was throbbing, and as he rubbed it, the Demonic Advisor's surprised face came into view.

"Y-Young Lord! It really is you, Young Lord!"

What is that brat talking about now, after calling me Young Lord all this time?

The Demonic Advisor's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Your forehead, the scar on your forehead has come to life. The crimson bloodstain!"

The Demonic Advisor, while convinced that Baekji was the Young Lord, had left a sliver of doubt.

Because you never know in this world.

But that scar was not something anyone could imitate.

A crimson blood-red scar that seemed to be engraved on his soul...

"What? A scar?"

Baekji looked at the bronze mirror next to him.

There really was a lightning-shaped, blood-red scar on his forehead.

"What is this?"

It didn't come off even when he rubbed it with his hand.

"..."

Baekji, who had been sitting silently for a long time, muttered, "So that brat, the Blood Cult Leader, took over Hyuk-ryeonjong's body and aimed for the position of Young Lord, and when he failed, he committed atrocities and fled. Not knowing that, I lost my lover and even killed my bosom friend with my own hands..."

He now knew the reason why his forehead throbbed whenever he saw the Blood Sect.

That brat, the Blood Cult Leader, had even engraved a scar and fled.

"The Young Lord wandered the world in search of the Blood Cult Leader. Then, when the Blood Sect appeared, you took the lead in hunting them down. I heard that the Cult Leader was worried because you were too obsessed with catching the Blood Sect."

"..."

"Please return to the cult quickly. The morale within the cult is low because the Young Lord is not here."

"Hey... Demonic Advisor."

"Yes."

"You said I was seventy, but I was the Young Lord all that time? Didn't they pick a new one? A seventy-year-old Young Lord... that's an age to be the Martial Alliance Leader."

"That's... because it is so in the cult's code... the next Cult Leader can only take office after the current Cult Leader passes away."

"Hah... you want me to be the Young Lord at this age?"

The Demonic Advisor said with a grin, "In my opinion... you seem too young to be the Young Lord..."

"Ah... I reincarnated..."

Baekji, who had been lost in thought for a long time, stood up.

"Where are you going..."

"I'm going to go and think for a bit."

"You've been doing that until now..."

"Is this a small matter? If it were you, and one day someone suddenly said, 'You are the Demonic Cult's Young Lord!', would you be in your right mind? Shouldn't I first gather my thoughts and think about what to do?"

The Demonic Advisor, spread his fan, puffed out his chest, and said, "If that's the case, don't worry. Who am I! The cult's youngest military advisor! The Demonic Advisor. In preparation for the case that the Young Lord was confirmed, I have already organized everything you need to do in the future."

As the Demonic Advisor took out a scroll from his bosom, Baekji waved his hand.

"That's enough."

As Baekji reacted indifferently, the Demonic Advisor's head drooped.

A moment later, he lifted his head and said with blazing eyes, "Young Lord."

"..."

"In the past, Young Lord, you ignored the words of your advisors, including myself, and treated us coldly. I, the Demonic Advisor... was highly praised within the cult as the youngest military advisor, but you, Young Lord, did not even glance at me."

"...Did I do that?"

"Yes, you called me just once. On the day I was appointed as a military advisor. Just once."

The Demonic Advisor raised his voice as if in protest.

"...But I still silently assisted you, Young Lord, from a distance. Because I understood. In all the world, there is probably no one who can understand you, Young Lord... A genius recognizes a genius."

What is he talking about? Is he resentful because he wasn't recognized?

This brat must have grown up without being loved.

"Since you, Young Lord, were so brilliant and saw through all matters, how could advisors like us have caught your eye? Still, I, the Demonic Advisor... waited. And today has come."

"What are you talking about?"

Baekji finally got annoyed.

He was confused by the sudden secret of his birth, and now he had to listen to the Demonic Advisor's whining?

"Young Lord who has lost his memory. Like a blank slate... ah, you have already taken the name Baekji. The opportunity to assist the Young Lord, who is like a blank slate, and achieve peace under heaven! The opportunity to spread the holy words of our cult to all under heaven!"

The Demonic Advisor knelt.

"Please give me a chance!"

"Yes..."

This brat is definitely not in his right mind.

A madman must be beaten.

He had wanted to beat him up anyway.

Thwack!

The bamboo staff cut through the air and fell on the Demonic Advisor's head.

"Keuk!"

The Demonic Advisor let out a pained cry.

"Do you know why you were hit? You brat, you talk too much..."

"Th-thank you. Young Lord..."

The Demonic Advisor said thank you, then collapsed sideways and lost consciousness.

"This brat, he's completely crazy. To say thank you even after being hit..."

As Baekji clicked his tongue, Hongyan, who had been watching demurely from a corner, stepped forward and said, "That's not it, Young Lord. The Demonic Advisor is genuinely grateful because he has been acknowledged."

"What...?"

"All the cult members know that the Young Lord's beating is an expression of affection."

"What kind of crazy...? Are the Demonic Cult members perverts?"

Baekji felt a chill run down his spine.

So they were Demonic Cult members after all.

Hongyan said, "If you made a mistake, the Young Lord would just, cut off your neck. The story of someone's neck flying off for talking back..."

Hongyan, remembering that she had talked back to Baekji, trailed off.

"But the fact that you beat them without killing them on the spot... one day, the Young Lord said so."

"..."

"That you beat them because they are worth fixing and using."

Sigh. Was I such a heinous brat?

"So if you are beaten by the Young Lord, it means you are useful..."

Hongyan, in the middle of speaking, suddenly knelt down.

"Please hit me too."

Baekji, beyond feeling a chill down his spine, now had goosebumps on his arms.

Hongyan approached on her knees and said, "Give me a chance too..."

"These... crazy Demonic Cult members!"

Baekji disappeared.

* * *

The annex of Songhwa Hall.

Baekji was still using the residence that the servants used. Of course, it had been completely renovated, so it couldn't be called the servants' quarters.

As he was about to open the door, he felt a presence.

It was a familiar presence.

Creak―.

When he opened the door, he saw Tie Yantai standing in the middle of the room.

As soon as Tie Yantai saw Baekji, he knelt down.

'Hah. Does this old man want to be beaten too?'

He had run away to avoid Hongyan, who was asking to be beaten, but there was another Demonic Cult member here.

Baekji firmly decided not to hit him.

"I, you know. From now on, a loving rod or anything like that..."

"Young Lord!"

Tie Yantai suddenly shouted and then repeatedly slammed his head on the floor.

He's self-harming, self-harming... should I just hit him?

After slamming his head nine times, Tie Yantai shot up.

Jeobeok, jeobeok...

Then he silently hugged Baekji.

This old perverted brat...

As Baekji's eyes blazed.

"Young Lord... I recognized you at a glance. How could I not know the Young Lord's beating after being hit so much? However, please forgive me for not being able to be certain of the tremendous fact of rejuvenation. Sob, sob, sob!"

Tie Yantai, in the middle of speaking, poured out tears and snot.

"Hey, Elder Tie Guang..."

"Please call me Tie Tou (Iron Head) like before."

"Huh? Is Tie Tou your real name?"

"Tie Tou is a nickname that the Young Lord gave me. My real name is Tie Yantai... but only you, Young Lord, can call me Tie Tou."

He didn't say that another brat who had tried to call him that had died.

"Yes. Tie Tou... it's a bit much to call an elderly person by such a nickname, isn't it?"

"Right? I'm not originally Tie Tou..."

Tie Yantai, who disliked the nickname Tie Tou, brightened up.

It seemed the Young Lord, after reincarnating, was finally recognizing his true worth.

"I will not be a single step away from you from now on. Although... you have become younger, I will serve you with loyalty."

"Yes. Don't be so obvious about it. Half of the martial force here are Martial Alliance members. How would it look if a Demonic Cult member pledged his loyalty?"

"Ah. Those brats... I will wipe them all out. There are plenty of useful brats in the main mountain. Shall I bring about five hundred?"

Aha... Tie Tou... Elder Tie Guang was Tie Tou...

"Stop! Don't do anything. Just drink the tea that Menghua brews, eat the food that the Zhong family makes, and sleep, just like now. No, don't go outside of Songhwa Hall."

"What about the firewood?"

"You were still doing the firewood until now?"

"Yes... you did not tell me to stop."

Hah. The simple-minded Tie Tou.

"There are servants now. You don't have to do it."

"Keuk! Thank you."

Tie Tou shed tears again...

Then, as if he had suddenly remembered, he fumbled in his bosom and took out an envelope.

"What is it?"

"This is what you, Young Lord, entrusted to me that day. On the night you disappeared."

"Me?"

Baekji opened it.

The scrawled handwriting... hmm. The handwriting is bad.

He was said to be the number one prodigy of the Demonic Cult.

―I might lose my memory, so I'm leaving this just in case. It is clear that what the Blood Cult Leader was after was our cult's spirit control technique. But why did he borrow Hyuk-ryeonjong's body of all people? Wasn't there a reason he took him over? I must remember this.

It was another shock.

That he might lose his memory...

That meant that he had known in advance that he would reincarnate.

'It wasn't that I accidentally ate the miraculous elixir?'

He had stolen and eaten it to reincarnate.

The difference between accident and intention is a world of difference.

It was something that would make the Demonic Cult Leader furious. No matter how much he was his son, to steal and eat the miraculous medicine to ascend to the Heavenly Throne.

'That's that.'

Baekji asked with a pale face, "What does this mean?"

"I don't know. I did not open it. You just told me to give it to you when you came back later."

"Hmm... tell me in more detail. What happened that day? The day I disappeared."