novelraw Chapter 213 : Things I Wanted to Say
Chapter 213 : Things I Wanted to Say
Chapter 213: Things I Wanted to Say
When the interior was laid bare in all its raw detail, everyone fell silent in shock at first.
The room was packed wall-to-wall with Beastman Beauty Portraits, and on the display shelves were neatly arranged bundles of animal fur.
When I shouted as if condemning him, “You Yin Fiend bastard!”, only then did the people snap out of their daze and turn pale with horror.
It seemed that even within the Board of Censors, only a very small number knew of his secret tastes—especially the fact that he had kidnapped Juwol-a, who was famous even among the Imperial Family.
When she appeared, tightly bound and dressed like a beast, the entire crowd was thrown into shock.
“Chief Censor Yang Gun-jwa……”
In that indescribable situation, only Cheon Sugong spoke.
“While I wasn’t looking, your tastes have become truly vile.”
There was genuine contempt in his voice. Perhaps sensing it, Yang Gun-jwa froze stiffly for a moment.
Then, suddenly, he shoved Juwol-a aside roughly and sprang to his feet.
“Th-this is an interrogation!”
His voice trembled as he raised it.
“That’s right! I was merely interrogating a criminal using a special method! You must not misunderstand!”
It was a lie blurted out at the brink of ruin.
But the room was filled with grotesque evidence that seemed to mock his excuse.
Shelves piled with animal pelts, indecent Beauty Paintings hanging on the walls, and even the animal ear accessory placed on Juwol-a’s head—his depraved tastes were exposed in full.
So even though his voice echoed through the Board of Censors, no one showed any sign of believing him.
“An interrogation? Are there interrogations where you dress someone in animal fur and ears?”
At Cheon Sugong’s blatant ridicule, Yang Gun-jwa could not respond and only moved his lips silently. His eyes darted around like a rat searching for an escape.
While Cheon Sugong drew attention by speaking, I used Whirlwind Steps and slipped toward Juwol-a like a ghost.
It seemed he hadn’t secured her with martial arts—because in the instant he went “Uh—”, Chief Censor Yang Gun-jwa had her snatched away by me.
Looking closely, red marks were clearly left on her bound wrists and ankles, and traces of tears remained on her delicate face.
Like a flower that had wilted, she now gave off the air of a pitiful and tragic heroine.
When I removed her gag and released her Sub-Acupoint, Juwol-a began exposing his perversion for all to hear.
“This man suddenly kidnapped me! Just because I refused his Redemption demand……! And then he did something truly beast-like……!”
That “beast-like act” likely meant dressing a person up as a beast.
As a beauty naturally drew everyone’s gaze while crying and shouting, the crowd began to stir once more.
At Juwol-a’s cry, Yang Gun-jwa’s face turned increasingly red. His eyes shook restlessly, having nowhere to go.
“Sniff…….”
A beauty’s tears always carried immense power, in any era.
“Chief Censor Yang Gun-jwa.”
Now holding undeniable evidence and justification to seize control of the Board of Censors, Cheon Sugong stepped forward and spoke coldly.
“To kidnap an innocent courtesan and commit such absurd acts. You have stained the honor of the Imperial Household and the dignity of the Board of Censors with your own hands.”
Cheon Sugong already looked down at him with the eyes of a victor.
Just when it seemed everything was over, Yang Gun-jwa’s gaze turned like that of a venomous snake.
Through my Heaven-Slaying Eye, I sensed a sudden surge of killing intent.
Thinking he had no way out, he chose the worst possible option.
“Damn it—attack them!”
The middle-aged man’s shout rang through the Board of Censors. He screamed for the Eastern Depot Martial Artists to be attacked as they approached to arrest him.
But when the Board of Censors’ martial artists hesitated, his face twisted viciously as he barked even louder.
“What are you doing?! We outnumber them! If this gets out, do you think the entire Board of Censors will survive?!”
With hidden spaces and piles of illicit funds, if this incident became known, the tower of corruption they had built would collapse.
At that, the hesitant martial artists of the Board of Censors clenched their teeth.
Especially the experts in black who seemed to have taken down Jo Harang moved first.
“You eunuch bastards without even balls!”
“Do you even know where you are to act so arrogantly?!”
Led by them, dozens of Board of Censors martial artists drew their weapons and charged.
“So you’ve chosen punishment to the end, you fools!”
Cheon Sugong drew his sword and shouted coldly. The Eastern Depot martial artists also drew their swords like shadows and faced them.
In an instant, the corridor turned into a battlefield.
Sword light flashed, and sharp metallic sounds rang everywhere. Amid it all, I took out the Black Staff bestowed by the Son of Heaven.
“I’ll avenge Jo Harang.”
Ilhong protected Juwol-a in my stead.
And I threw myself into the battlefield that had turned into a chaotic brawl.
“Evil Dog Blocks the Road!”
I had been awkwardly wielding a sword to control my overflowing killing intent and refine my flow, but holding a staff again after so long felt completely different.
Thud! Thud-thud!
The stinging sensation in my grip, the impact of each strike, and the satisfying reactions of enemies screaming as they were sent flying—every blow filled my heart with a strange thrill.
Like a starving wild dog, I plunged into the enemy ranks and swung the Black Staff wildly.
“Strike the Twin Dogs!”
With unpredictable staff techniques, two Peak Master martial artists were sent flying at the same time.
Enemies rolled on the ground screaming.
“That one was Jo Harang’s share!”
Saying it like this really did feel like I was avenging the dead.
But she was alive—I was merely repaying what she had suffered.
Whoosh—
The Black Staff shot out like lightning and shattered another man’s jaw.
There was no need for Cheon Sugong to step in. Thanks to my rampage, over a dozen Eastern Depot martial artists surged with morale and began subduing enemies one by one.
One, then two—the Board of Censors martial artists fell amid screams. Though the Eastern Depot also suffered injuries, the tide had clearly turned in our favor.
When I knocked down another opponent at the front, a Transcendence-level expert from the enemy side shouted in fury.
“……You bastard! Judging by your martial skill, you’re no mere troubleshooter—you’re one of those Eastern Depot eunuchs!”
“Eunuch? Did you check?”
I smirked, resting the Black Staff on my shoulder.
My mockery enraged him further, his movements growing slightly larger.
As his flashing sword cut through the air, I swung Staff Qi to break his stance and kicked upward between his legs.
Crack!
The sound of something bursting. A tearing scream echoed through the ceiling.
“So—who’s the eunuch now?”
I asked as he collapsed, clutching his groin.
Jo Harang had been beaten far worse…… no, maybe not.
Either way, this had a massive impact on enemy morale.
“You—how can you do something so inhuman?!”
“What kind of bastard is that……!”
“That’s cowardly……!”
There might be an unspoken rule among martial artists not to target the groin—but I didn’t care.
When the few fight the many, you crush the enemy’s morale first.
Thud!
The Black Staff danced through the air. Two men dropped their swords and were sent flying.
Overhead Staff Strike. My fierce staff techniques swept across the battlefield.
Thud!
A blow to the crown of the head. I controlled my strength to avoid killing him, but infused with the principle of Hwang Geolgae, the pain made him scream miserably as he collapsed.
With me leading the charge, the Eastern Depot martial artists began subduing enemies one after another.
“Push them back!”
Once we seized momentum and crushed their morale, the rest was swift.
The enemies, now afraid of me, began to retreat little by little.
What had been a tense fight ended as a one-sided beating.
After knocking down the last one with my staff, Cheon Sugong approached quietly.
In his right hand, he held Yang Gun-jwa, whose face was filled with despair.
Thud.
As he dropped him to the ground, Yang Gun-jwa hurriedly spoke.
“I—I must have gone mad for a moment! I was bewitched by that damned Beauty Painting……! Let’s stop here. Let’s resolve this through discussion!”
It had already gone too far to pretend nothing happened.
Moreover, he had even started a fight to bury us—now the loser had to pay the price.
“Yang Gun-jwa, negotiations happen before the fight.”
At that reply, all color drained from his face.
Faced with Cheon Sugong’s cold rejection, he collapsed, realizing everything was over.
I walked past the despairing pervert and went to Juwol-a, whom I thought I had lost forever.
“Wolah, it’s all over now. You can relax.”
I patted her back gently.
Perhaps from all the stress, her slender shoulders trembled as she sobbed softly.
“Clean up the scene and arrest him. I must report this to the Imperial Concubine first.”
Cheon Sugong ordered the Eastern Depot martial artists while glaring at Yang Gun-jwa, who once controlled the officials of the Imperial Palace.
With his head lowered, Yang Gun-jwa was dragged up by both arms.
From his slightly raised face, resentment toward me and Divine Thief Yangyang seemed to pour out.
At that moment, Cheon Sugong approached me and whispered.
“As promised, his fate will be decided by us.”
Like a general claiming spoils after victory.
I nodded. From the start, I never believed the Eastern Depot moved just to save a single courtesan.
They wanted to seize the Board of Censors and strengthen Princess Dohwa’s power.
All I needed was to safely rescue my client, Juwol-a.
“Yes, I’ll hand him over. But I’ll take one thing.”
Cheon Sugong tilted his head slightly at my words.
The crime of beating Jo Harang and leaving deep scars on Juwol-a’s heart.
I walked toward Yang Gun-jwa, who glared at me as if to kill me—
—and swung my staff into his groin.
Thud!
“Guh—?! Aaaaargh!!”
A lightning-fast Mujin-style ultimate technique—Groin Chaos Dance.
He rolled his eyes back and screamed in agony. One of them must have burst from that blow.
“This is Juwol-a’s share.”
Jo Harang’s share had already been repaid earlier.
Everything had been returned.
After declaring that, I helped Juwol-a up as she stared blankly at Yang Gun-jwa.
“……What are you doing?”
At Cheon Sugong’s dumbfounded question, I answered naturally.
“Revenge. Revenge.”
Juwol-a hadn’t suffered physical harm, but things like this always left emotional scars.
At least later, remembering this scene might ease her heart a little.
“Of all things, you had to do that in front of me…….”
Ah. Wrong place, wrong time.
I had just triggered PTSD right in front of eunuchs.
“Ah—That wasn’t my intention……! It’s a misunderstanding, I’m sorry!”
I immediately bowed deeply.
I could feel Cheon Sugong’s boiling gaze drilling into the top of my head.
‘Yeah… he’s glaring like he wants to kill me……’
The Killing Star unnecessarily described the scene vividly.
Fortunately, perhaps because he was pleased to have secured such a powerful piece as the Chief Censor, he let it slide without smashing my head.
“Hoo… No matter when I see you, you’re completely insane.”
Calling me a reckless fool who didn’t know the heavens, he shook his head and left with a few close subordinates.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Wow, even I got nervous.”
“Seriously.”
Yangyang and Ilhong muttered.
Even if they were nervous, it couldn’t compare to me.
At the now-settling scene, I linked arms with Juwol-a and spoke.
“Let’s go home, Wolah.”
The lofty Imperial Palace was far too burdensome for a courtesan, a troubleshooter, a thief, and members of the Hao Sect to linger in.
We quickly left, wary of possible retaliation.
Some time later—Heavenly Flower Pavilion.
While Juwol-a shut herself in her room for days, calming her shock and organizing her thoughts—
One day, Pavilion Master Oknyeong cautiously came to find me.
“Master Dan Mujin, our Wolah wishes to see you.”
What change of heart had occurred?
It was an unexpected request for a meeting from Juwol-a, who had everyone worried.