Chapter 254: Ha Yuri and Jeong Ji-young
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 254: Ha Yuri and Jeong Ji-young
“That man… have you still not identified him?”
Sword Saint Ha Yuri spoke quietly. The humiliating provocation from the day before kept replaying in her mind. If she had her way, she would march down to the base of the walls right now and inflict a painful death upon the bastard who had spewed such vile filth at her. However, what was most important to them—to the West—was just cause and legitimacy.
We fight for justice. We fight for humanity. There were no better words to glorify death. Humans threw their lives away for such trivial ideals. For that reason alone, she had to ignore the meaningless provocation. The just cause and legitimacy were, after all, on their side.
This was a situation where she couldn't act rashly just because she was angry.
“No. I apologize. If you could just give us a little more time…”
“What about the assassins?”
“There’s no opening. The walls are not only excessively high, but security is also tight. If we were to send assassins and they were to fail… we would likely be publicly condemned.”
“Hah…”
Jeong Ji-young bowed his head, but it was only natural that her anger didn’t subside. Without realizing it, Ha Yuri filled her hand with magic and struck Jeong Ji-young across the face. It was a simple act of venting.
A sharp smack echoed as his head snapped to the side. He could feel his mouth fill with blood, but Jeong Ji-young merely lowered his head, saying nothing.
“Do you think it makes any sense that a full day has passed and you still haven’t found anything? Report to me who that fucking bastard is and where he’s from, now! And among all these people, is there not one person who can take his head? Incompetent, useless bastards… a bunch of fuckers who can’t do a single thing right… Useless bastards!”
The man who had publicly humiliated and cursed her—his face was still seared into her memory. Recalling the bastard who had pulled out that monstrous thing and yelled for her to eat it, the Sword Saint couldn't contain her surging anger and unconsciously unleashed her magic in all directions. The force was enough to blow the tent away, but Jeong Ji-young, standing before her, also emitted his own magic at full force, preventing any damage to the tent.
“The men we captured from the East are all just keeping their heads down… There are no records of his activities. There was just one who said he thought he might have seen him once in Somorah. We’ve already identified all the key figures from the North and the East, but someone who looks like that… We suspect he might have a close relationship with the East… but the analysis suggests he’s, at best, a common soldier or perhaps a secretly trained strategist…”
“Do you think it makes any sense that a mere common soldier would push aside the Queens of the East and North to give a speech from the platform?”
Killing intent and holy power erupted from her unconsciously. The analysis that he was a common soldier was absurd. Even if the events of Somorah had already spread throughout the East, the amount of information that bastard knew was not something a common soldier would possess. Considering the strong feeling that he was reciting something memorized, it was clear he had a certain degree of understanding about their side as well.
It was probably correct to assume that his provocation was also part of a meticulous calculation. He was trying to tarnish the Sword Saint's image, one way or another.
‘Sacred Whore! Sacred Whore! Sacred Whore!’
‘I fucked her! You bastards! The whole continent knows! Eat this!’
As the shouts echoed in her head, she reached a point where she couldn't contain her anger, and despite her attempts to suppress it, her killing intent kept pouring out.
Turning her head slightly, she saw a handmaiden looking at her with a frightened expression.
“S-save m—”
“P-please, I beg y—”
Ha Yuri swung her holy sword without a second thought.
A fountain of blood erupted as the handmaiden's body collapsed without a single scream. She saw Jeong Ji-young let out a sigh, but it had been a necessary choice to cool her rage.
“You must be careful about such things…”
“...........................”
She should refrain from such acts when outside. She knew she had made a mistake. The thick smell of blood rose up, but she didn't bother to think about how to handle it.
She assumed the man in front of her would take care of all the cleanup anyway.
“She was a bitch with no connections anyway. A bitch whose death doesn't matter. Back in the city, there are bitches like her rotting everywhere. She was happy for a moment, so you can't say it was a bad death. Right?”
“That is not what I am talking about. If someone else were to see this…”
“Shut up.”
A single curse was uttered, and no reply came. Only now did she feel her agitation begin to settle. Strangely, what came after her murderous intent subsided was lust. Ha Yuri spoke to Jeong Ji-young, who was looking at her with impassive eyes.
“Come here.”
For a moment, Jeong Ji-young's expression soured, but the Sword Saint paid it no mind. She knew from numerous experiences that this man was in love with her. He usually maintained a stoic expression, but from the way he sometimes looked at her, she could naturally tell that much.
His eyes were the same as Choi Younghoon's. A look of wanting to cherish her, a look of worry, a complex expression—it was all proof that he loved her. It was the same when that bastard provoked her just now. He had probably been about to unleash an attack without even realizing it.
“I told you that you must be careful.”
Ha Yuri didn't answer. She simply sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. Watching Jeong Ji-young slowly kneel before her, Ha Yuri began to feel a strange sense of catharsis.
The sight of him worshipping her, bowing before her—she couldn't stand not to see it.
Seeing Jeong Ji-young bury his face beneath her skirt, she felt a mental pleasure that preceded any physical sensation, so intense that it made her body go rigid for a moment.
“Haa…”
A strange sound escaped her lips.
As she curled her toes at the subtle sensation from below, Jeong Ji-young continued his ministrations. But seeing his apparent lack of enthusiasm, Ha Yuri uttered another sentence.
“Do you love me? Haa… Me too. I love you too. I love you so, so much.”
No answer came. But seeing him devote himself to her even more fervently, her body began to tremble, little by little. Soon, a light climax washed over her.
Ha Yuri pressed Jeong Ji-young's head deeper into her flesh and tilted her own head back towards the sky.
“Hngh… ha…”
After letting out a sharp moan, she waited a long moment before releasing the pressure on his head. Jeong Ji-young immediately straightened up. Seeing that impassive expression on his face after it was over made her feel strangely good.
“Good work. Find that bastard's whereabouts immediately and report back as soon as you can. If this matter is handled well, I can grant you one thing you desire. Sounds good, doesn't it? Hm?”
“I will do my best.”
For a moment, she felt a bit of her tension ease. This side of him pleased her. It felt like soiling a clean canvas. Just as she thought she could wait for the three days with a slightly more relaxed heart…
She felt the outside growing quite noisy. She slowly rose, thinking it might be an attack, but she couldn't help but notice that the situation was unfolding in a very unexpected way.
“I will go and assess the situation.”
She nodded, but an unknown sense of anxiety continued to spread.
“Avert your eyes!”
“All troops, do not look at the wall!”
“I said, all troops will not look at the wall!”
Unable to wait for Jeong Ji-young, she rushed outside at the commotion and looked at the wall, only to see none other than her own image.
“....................”
— It's the Sacred Whore!
The moment she saw the figure strutting naked on the wall, her expression twisted. Looking around, she saw her troops, including the Saint Knights Order, desperately avoiding her gaze.
“Puhahahahahahat!”
“It's the Sacred Whore! The Sacred Whore!”
From atop the wall, she could clearly see the figures from the North and East, laughing at her likeness.
“Wow! What a sight! What a sight!”
“That's it! That's right!”
The Western soldiers were trying to avoid looking, but the Southern troops were just staring blankly at the wall. The same went for the frog-like creature called the Successor. His eyes were so full of lust that she wanted to blow his head off right then and there. Seeing him drooling only made her rage burn hotter.
— It's your idol, Ha Yuri!
To get a better look at the figure striking a ridiculous pose with two fingers raised, she imbued her eyes with magic. She immediately felt an alien magic surrounding it.
She instantly realized it was remarkably similar to the man she'd seen yesterday.
No, it was him. Looking more closely, she could see some minor differences, but she could confirm it was undoubtedly him.
It felt like a fireball had been lodged in her head. She bit her lip so hard that blood trickled into her mouth, but thanks to her holy power, the wound healed instantly.
— Everyone, look at me! Ehehet! This is Ha Yuri's true form!
“..................”
A strange silence hung in the air. As she unconsciously poured magic into her holy sword, she felt a hand grasp her trembling one. It was Jeong Ji-young, who had said he would return after assessing the situation.
“It would be best if you left the control of the Saint Knights Order and the Western forces to me and went back inside.”
“Find… his location… please… And… when the battle begins… no matter what… whatever it takes… bring him here. Alive.”
“Leave it to me.”
Ha Yuri gave a rough nod and went back inside the tent. She was so furiously angry she could barely stand it. A unique ability that changes one's own body… she had never even heard of such a thing. He didn't seem to have much martial power, but it was an ability with incredible utility. He must be someone raised by the East. They weren't the only ones waiting for war.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
She screamed and smashed everything inside the temporary tent, but of course, her anger did not subside.
I'll tear him to pieces. No, she wanted to smash through the wall right now and plunge her sword into every part of his body. Simply killing him wouldn't be enough. I'll make it so his body can neither live nor die, and force him to crawl at the bottom of a dungeon for the rest of his life. I'll make him eat shit and piss, make him think every single day is hell—no, I'll show him what true hell is.
Ha Yuri must be sacred. Sword Saint Ha Yuri must be above all others, always in a position to be worshipped. For him to take on her appearance and act like that… it was an utterly unforgivable act.
‘I'll kill you. You son of a bitch. You fucking bastard. You, and you alone, I will kill with my own hands.’
This was the first time she had felt such pure rage toward a single person since Choi Younghoon, the former commander of the Saint Knights Order.
Everyone in the West worshipped her. An unknown bastard was doing everything in his power to ruin the image of the Sword Saint she had worked so hard to build. This was obviously not good for Ha Yuri. It would also disrupt her future plans.
Ha Yuri suppressed her agitation and slowly began to put on her mask.
“Hoo….”
When she thought of the sweetness that would come later, she could certainly endure the present anger. Once again, Ha Yuri stepped out of the tent with an unfazed expression and began to speak to Jeong Ji-young, who was looking at her with worried eyes.
“I will speak with the Southern King about the upcoming battle. Please…”
“Understood. I will request a meeting.”
There wasn't much time left before she would blow away every last one of those bastards below the wall. Ha Yuri smiled, and Jeong Ji-young bowed his head.