The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 115 : Learning the Correct Way to Use the Profound Other (2)

The Sword Pavilion was rapidly recovering from its past wounds. The members who were thought to have deserted were, in fact, searching for the missing people in Hainan. In the process, they discovered that the officials of Hainan and the Hainan Sect were involved, and they had been gathering information while hiding their identities.

In the end, however, they only ended up receiving help from outsiders.

Still, they were moving quickly to overcome their past mistakes.

Right now, the Sword Pavilion was filled with numerous patients.

"Here! A clean cloth, quickly!"

"Is the warm water still not ready? Are you planning to let the patient die!"

"The sterilized needles? What? Still preparing them! Just bring alcohol! We'll disinfect with that!"

If it had only been the physicians of Hainan, they wouldn't have been able to care for so many patients, but since the Imperial Family had specially provided support from their physicians for this case, the number of doctors was not lacking.

Murong Seryeong quickly ran with warm water.

"Here it is."

"Yes. Thank you."

The physician quickly rinsed a blood-stained cloth. Murong Seryeong watched and let out a sigh of relief.

Then, someone placed a hand on her shoulder. Murong Seryeong turned her head to check the person and quickly bowed her head.

"Greetings, Vice Pavilion Lord!"

"Forget the pleasantries. Weren't you the one who stayed by the Sword Empress's side until the end and suffered? If anything, you should be the one receiving thanks, not me."

Fortunately, the injuries of the Sword Pavilion disciples who had been attacked by Sa Cho-hon earlier were not very deep.

"I'm more comfortable this way."

"Alright. How many hours have you gone without sleep?"

"I think it's been about three days."

"Go inside and get some sleep. No matter how high your martial arts realm is, as long as you are human, you must sleep."

"But then we'll be short-handed."

"The incident is almost wrapped up now, so we can take our time and rest. And the Imperial Family said they would send more people to help."

Just then, a group of people was entering through the main gate of the Sword Pavilion.

"Support from the Imperial Family has arrived. We were told to go to the scene and follow the orders of the field team members. Who is the manager here?"

Vice Pavilion Lord So-ryeong patted Murong Seryeong's shoulder once more and quickly moved her feet.

"Looks like they've already arrived. Anyway, do as I say. This is an order as the Vice Pavilion Lord of the Sword Pavilion."

Watching So-ryeong leave, Murong Seryeong had no choice but to decide to rest for a short while. In fact, for the past three days, she had been caring for the injured without sleep, so her physical and mental fatigue had reached their limits.

Still, Murong Seryeong had no intention of simply sleeping.

She planned to rest while circulating her energy to internalize the enlightenment she had gained during the previous fight.

'Let's just rest for one shichen!'

With that, she headed to the pavilion within the Sword Pavilion where she usually circulated her energy.

Murong Seryeong's footsteps stopped.

Someone was sitting there.

The person sitting in the pavilion was a woman. A question that Murong Seryeong had been ignoring until now slowly crept back into her mind.

'The woman who was with the Captain.'

She hadn't been able to meet the Captain yet because there was still much to do. She had gone a few times, but the Crown Prince and the Sword Empress had been guarding the Captain's door.

For some reason, her heart felt unsettled.

Murong Seryeong thought it was because she had believed they were the Captain's only friends, and the sudden appearance of a new person felt awkward.

"Ahem!"

Clearing her throat unnecessarily, Murong Seryeong headed towards the pavilion.

"Hello. This is our second time meeting, right?"

As Murong Seryeong approached and acted familiar, the woman sitting in the pavilion turned around. Her hair and eyes, resembling jet-black, and her contrasting white skin made the woman stand out even more.

Strangely, those things subtly annoyed Murong Seryeong.

"Who?"

When the woman asked, Murong Seryeong forced a smile and answered.

"My name is Murong Seryeong. I'm the Captain's first friend and a childhood friend who has been with him for a long time."

"The Captain? You mean the Master?"

"Master...? You said?"

For a moment, Murong Seryeong thought she had misheard. It was because a completely unexpected word had come from a completely unexpected person.

"Yes. Ah! Is it not anymore? Then, do I become a friend too?"

The word she had just heard simply wouldn't leave Murong Seryeong's mind.

She was the first friend, that one was the master.

She couldn't shake the feeling that 'master' had a stronger connection to the Captain than 'friend'.

"May I ask how you met the Captain?"

In Murong Seryeong's mind, all thoughts of enlightenment and rest had disappeared.

'What exactly is the relationship between the Captain and that woman?'

This was something she absolutely had to know as the first friend.

"Hmm... I don't remember well, but we were master and slave from the first time we met."

"Slave... then what exactly did you do?"

The words were too direct, and Murong Seryeong's confusion only grew.

"I did whatever he told me to do."

"W-Whatever?"

"Yes. This and that and this and that kind of perocom-y stuff! I'm not his slave now, but I sometimes miss those days."

Murong Seryeong's face instantly turned red. The woman approached Murong Seryeong and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Are you sick? You have a fever."

How could this woman be so calm after doing this and that kind of stuff? She couldn't understand.

Of course, the Captain was highly unlikely to have done this and that kind of stuff. Because the Captain was pure, and though he seemed cold on the outside, he was actually a person with a righteous heart and a broad mind who took care of those around him.

Isn't that exactly what he's like now? A hero who saved Hainan by sacrificing himself.

The Captain was the same hero as he was in his childhood.

However, Murong Seryeong knew. That such a Captain was also a man. Honestly, as a woman in the martial world, it was impossible not to know what adult men were interested in.

Moreover, the woman in front of her was attractive enough even for her, a woman, to see.

Even now, the passing people, to be precise, the men with broken arms and legs and cracked heads, were glancing this way.

Murong Seryeong was also included in those gazes, but she didn't have the composure to calmly assess such things right now.

This was purely the result of a thorough friendship, stemming from the desire to prevent a friend from going astray, as the first childhood friend.

And this was also a pure interest as a woman.

"How far did you go?"

"How far?"

"Yes. You said you did everything he told you to. I'm asking how far you went."

"Ah! If it's that, of course, we went all the way."

"All, all the way."

"Yes. I'm all rested now, so I'm going to go help the others. It's my first time doing this kind of work, but it's surprisingly fun."

The woman left. Murong Seryeong stared blankly at the pavilion.

But why is she speaking informally? How rude.

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Gulp.

I can't help but swallow. The fact that the sound seems louder than usual is surely not a coincidence.

The Sword Empress is staring at me silently with a blank expression.

Although she has shed all authority as a member of the royal family, the opponent is a renowned master in the martial world.

I realized today that for a master of the Profound Realm, being royalty is just a superficiality that's nice to have but fine without.

She'll probably stay like that until I answer.

I haven't known the person called the Sword Empress for long, but as someone who received a very strong impression in a short time, I could tell she was a rather stubborn person.

And that she would really cut me down depending on my answer.

To be honest, I had expected something like this to happen at least once.

I thought if I were to be found out, I would be found out by the Divine Monk first, but surprisingly, the Divine Monk didn't ask anything and let it slide.

He even asked if I had been having a hard time, as if he knew all my circumstances.

Thinking it was for the best, I let it go, but with the Sword Empress, it wasn't a situation I could just let slide like with the Divine Monk.

I tried to spread the Segeuk Oegang very lightly on my legs only.

The movement of the energy was slow, but it did spread.

And since this was the second time, it spread more smoothly than the first.

'Good! Let's just blurt it out and run if it doesn't work.'

The Sword Empress is also walking around like that, but in reality, her recovery must not be complete yet.

This is something that must be addressed once, whether I team up with the Sword Empress or not.

I opened my mouth.

Just like I did with my junior sister, mixing truth and lies half and half.

"I was an ordinary child. But due to the Righteous-Demonic War, the place I lived in burned down, and my family had no choice but to scatter. To be more precise, it would be correct to say we had to be... abandoned. My mother left me in the market and went somewhere, never to return. My father died while gambling. And I was lucky enough to meet the Sword Emperor."

"Ugh..."

The Sword Empress had a pitiful expression. The start wasn't bad. My plan to first stimulate her sympathy, based on the Sword Empress's previous actions of cherishing her family, was successful.

"From my master, the Sword Emperor, I was offered a place in a suicide squad and infiltrated the Demonic Cult on a secret mission. I learned demonic arts at that time."

"Oh dear..."

For the first time in a long time, I felt a pain as if my conscience was being poked with a very slightly blunted needle.

I felt it once again. I, as a person, really don't feel a shred of guilt.

As expected of a natural-born Demonic Cult member! Well done, Yoo Jae-ha!

"Yes. There were countless times I almost died. Nevertheless, I worked as if I would die for the sake of the Orthodox Faction. Then! News came that my master, the Sword Emperor, was critically ill."

"Oh my..."

"So I once again risked my life, escaped the Demonic Cult, and barely reached my master, the Sword Emperor, but by then it was already too late. My master, the Sword Emperor, passed away after only telling me that there was a huge force behind the Righteous-Demonic War. After that, I wandered the world to find the ones who killed my master, the Sword Emperor."

"Don't tell me the ones you're talking about are..."

Look at me lying so brilliantly now!

Like father, like son. Father! It seems the blood of a swindler flows in me too! At this moment, I remembered what my father once said.

He said I would become a great Demonic Path practitioner.

Although I'm pretending to be an Orthodox Faction member now. Life is indeed unpredictable. Who knew I would regress?

"Yes. They are the ones who dared to mock the Imperial Family and turn Hainan into a wasteland. What is currently known is that they have an identity of wearing strange masks and use the name Chaotic Heavenly Society. Ah! And one more thing! This might be the most important. They possess immense martial power. Looking at this, they must have been preparing for over 100 years."

"Sob... you must have suffered a lot."

Is this something to cry about? What's with the sentimentality? Is this the old-timer sentimentality of the Orthodox Faction? Or is it a characteristic unique to the Imperial Family? I couldn't tell, but I played along with the Sword Empress.

Poke, poke!

I turned my head and poked my eyes with my fingers to create tears.

"After that, what happened in Namgung and what happened in Hainan, that's all."

"Does the Divine Monk also know about this?"

"Of course."

This way, since I hadn't lied since meeting the Divine Monk, even if they talked about me, there wouldn't be any major discrepancies.

Although, judging from the Divine Monk's past actions, it seemed unlikely that he would ever doubt me.

"I see. I was just curious. Why I could see traces of demonic arts from the one who inherited the martial arts of my close friend, the Sword Emperor."

"Yes. That's why I made the proposal earlier. The enemy is stronger than we can imagine. The Divine Monk and the Namgung Family have already agreed to join forces. They have planted their spies in the Demonic Cult, the Orthodox Faction, and the Unorthodox Faction. Just like the Namgung Family and Hainan were hit. I heard what you said to the Crown Prince just now. But right now, we need your strength, Sword Empress."

"Ugh..."

The Sword Empress made a troubled expression again. It was probably because I was making a proposal again when she had already rejected the Crown Prince's proposal.

The Sword Empress had already rejected the Crown Prince's proposal. It was unlikely that the Sword Empress would accept my proposal, which had even less substance and benefit.

"It's an unfortunate situation, but I also have things I want to protect."

"Yes. I am aware."

This was a rejection.

"Seeing those children this time, I realized something. That I still have lingering attachments."

Don't tell me?

"Yes. I will join you. And I still have more things I'm curious about you."

Honestly, I thought it wouldn't work, but the Sword Empress said she would join me. I was ready to grant her anything.

"What is it?"

"Will you take off your clothes?"

"Here?"

"Yes."

The Sword Empress's age is about half of the Divine Monk's. On the outside, she looks to be only about the age of majority. And she could be called beautiful enough.

"Now?"

"Yes."

Still, there's a limit. But is this okay? How would I know, I've never done this before!

The important thing was that if I refused here, the Sword Empress might change her mind.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took off my top.

The Sword Empress came to the bed and sat down with a plop.

Leaning her body towards me, the Sword Empress was almost stuck to me and then began to caress my body all over.

"Do it."

W-What!

"The last move you showed when you fought that guy. Perform it."

"If I p-perform it, what happens?"

"I can tell. Whether you are the person I have been waiting for or not."

"What happens if I am the person you've been waiting for?"

"I will be with you."

T-That's right. This was an unavoidable situation to recruit the Sword Empress.

I squeezed my eyes shut and performed a simplified version of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Whoooosh

(End of Chapter)