Chapter 175
Chapter 175: Cheol So-a (1)
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
Knowing Cheol So-a's temperament well, Elder Do, having received the order, departed that place one step ahead. If he assembled later than her, he wouldn't escape a severe beating.
Swish.
Cheol So-a fiddled with the Iron Hand Gauntlet hanging at her waist. The cold sensation of iron transmitted to her fingertips. The gauntlet made of Ten Thousand Year Soft Iron had sharp protrusions on each finger joint. Once swung, it was sufficient to slice human flesh joint by joint.
"Whether it's Bukgung Ri or whoever, if they pick a fight with the Iron God Society, I should welcome them as warmly as possible. The Iron God Society way."
After Elder Do left, she examined Various Items Antique Shop for about half an hour more, but found no special traces.
Normally, if a battle of this scale had occurred, information about martial arts, Formation Path, or Immortal Arts should have been plentiful. Traces of Sword Energy, palm technique marks, or at least some unique technique from a specific sect should have remained.
However...
There was nothing.
It was clean.
Isn't this so clean it's actually suspicious?
'No matter how I look at it, it's that bastard Bukgung Ri.'
If it wasn't that bastard, then in this Gangdo! So thoroughly! There was no other force that could touch them.
Grinding her teeth, Cheol So-a left Various Items Antique Shop.
Her steps naturally headed toward District 7.
***
Western Road District 7.
It was commonly called the commercial district. It was an area where the Iron God Society had obtained collection rights through agreement with the Imperial Court, in exchange for partially taking responsibility for defense against Northern Yan.
Various shops lined both sides of the street.
Fabric shops selling silk, medicine stores, blacksmith forges, and all kinds of general stores. During the day it was noisy with merchants' hawking calls, and at night it was where secret transactions took place.
It was effectively the Iron God Society's cash cow.
The protection fees collected from this place alone exceeded ten thousand silver coins each month. The merchants paid the money with tears in their eyes, but that was the price of doing business in Gangdo.
However,
"..."
Cheol So-a, arriving at that place, was at a loss for words.
In the middle of the street.
As she had ordered earlier, Elder Do and the White, Black, and Yellow Investigation Units were there to greet her.
The problem was.
"...What on earth is this!?"
They were all lying down, cold and lifeless.
Thirty-one people.
Ten from the White Iron Squad, ten from the Black Iron Squad, ten from the Yellow Iron Squad.
Most of all, even Elder Do.
Some with holes in their heads, some with waists severed in two, and others torn to shreds.
Cheol So-a examined the corpses one by one. Then she discovered something strange.
"This is..."
Energy faintly remaining around Elder Do's corpse. An ordinary person would never have noticed it, but as a Peak of Transcendence master, she could detect it.
Residual energy sparkling like starlight.
Faint traces arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.
"Seven Star Formation Path..."
It was the Bukgung Family's secret Formation Path technique. A mysterious martial art and a type of Immortal Arts that drew out the energy of the Seven Stars to suppress opponents. Though faint, it was clearly a trace of Seven Star Formation Path.
Cheol So-a's face flushed red. Her entire body's iron energy began running wild with rage. The surrounding temperature rose sharply.
"You bastard! Bukgung Ri!"
Her cry shook the street. The entire vicinity, including nearby buildings, vibrated mercilessly in response.
I won't forgive you.
Though Cheol So-a was originally famous for her fiery temperament, right now heat surged as if a volcano had erupted at the top of her head.
That said, she didn't immediately rush to attack the Seven Star Immortal Assembly headquarters.
This sudden provocation could be a trap. To establish justification that the Iron God Society declared all-out war first.
More than anything, though she was furious, going there alone like this would be no different from suicide.
For now, she headed to Gangdo Prefecture located on Central Great Road.
Spot—!
From the Western Road to Central Great Road was about half an hour's distance in a straight line.
To go in a straight line?
Naturally, she had to go through the air where there were no buildings.
Cheol So-a deployed her Lightness Arts and dashed across rooftops as if flying. Her black night clothes fluttered in the wind, and roof tiles shattered wherever she passed.
People looked up from below and murmured.
"That's the Iron God Society's..."
"It's Cheol So-a!"
"Wasn't the Western Road noisy earlier? Is it because of that?"
She paid no attention to whatever people chattered about. She only headed toward Gangdo Prefecture.
She intended to confront the Magistrate about this matter.
No matter how lawless a city Gangdo was, shouldn't minimal propriety be maintained? To do such things without a declaration of war.
Gangdo Prefecture was a massive stone building. A three-story building constructed of gray granite, with giant stone lions positioned on both sides of the main gate.
Thud.
Cheol So-a landed lightly atop a stone lion's head.
The gate guards at the Gangdo Prefecture entrance were flustered but soon ran inside. Knowing Cheol So-a's rough temperament well, they moved without delay to notify their superior.
Before long, Cheol So-a was guided to the Magistrate's office by the gate guards who came back out.
The office was located at the far end of the third floor. The corridor was carpeted with red rugs, and portraits of successive magistrates hung on the walls.
The office she entered after opening the door was spacious. One wall was filled with a massive bookshelf, and on the opposite side hung a huge map depicting all of Gangdo.
Behind the ebony desk placed in the center sat the Magistrate. A man in his mid-fifties, wearing official robes neatly. His face looked gentle, but his eyes were sharp.
Magistrate Yo Han-myeong. Though from a civilian official background, he was someone with considerable insight into martial arts as well.
However,
"...!"
There was already a prior guest there.
A young man with long, glossy white hair.
He stopped his conversation with the Magistrate and turned his head.
"Oh-ho. Who do we have here? What brings Lady Cheol to this place?"
"Assembly Leader Bukgung... was here first... I see."
Had the Magistrate not been present, she would have exploded, but Cheol So-a barely suppressed her anger and modulated her tone.
"Indeed. The Magistrate wished to commend this one for my hard work yesterday."
"Hmph. Of course you would. You've been busily running around yesterday and today."
Bukgung Ri tilted his head.
"Today?"
"Yes. Following yesterday, you've been busily striking us today as well, haven't you? Truly a splendid surprise attack. Ho. Ho."
Sensing something unusual from Cheol So-a's attitude, the Magistrate rose from his seat.
"What do you mean by that? Corps Leader Cheol."
Cheol So-a's official title was Corps Leader of the Iron God Society's Divine Iron First Corps.
"Indeed. Magistrate. What could it mean? Since Assembly Leader Bukgung is conveniently here, could you perhaps ask him for us?"
Cheol So-a spoke, biting out each word with emphasis.
As she glared at Bukgung Ri as if to bore a hole through him, the Magistrate also gazed at Bukgung Ri.
"What is the meaning of this, Assembly Leader Bukgung?"
"Indeed. I'm curious too. Exactly what has made our Lady Cheol so angry?"
Bukgung Ri scratched his temple and smiled.
"Did you perhaps plant a spy in our Seven Star Immortal Assembly?"
Rising from his seat, he crossed his arms and bared his teeth. It was such a blatant gaze that one could mistake it for a starving wolf drooling at a lamb.
"Don't I lose sleep every night thinking of the Lady? When will she come to this one? Will it be today or tomorrow, now or then. If a spy reported to the Lady, it would have been a truly raw report, wouldn't it?"
"Y-you! You, you..."
Barely restraining her runaway reason, Cheol So-a took a deep breath and continued.
"Are you denying it right now?"
"Denying? No, this Assembly Leader truly doesn't know what you're talking about. Exactly what happened to make you so aggressive?"
"Yesterday you struck Various Items Antique Shop, and today you struck our White, Black, and Yellow Investigation Units!"
Bukgung Ri scratched his temple again as if finding this interesting.
Simultaneously, furrows appeared between his brows.
Soon he tilted his head and looked straight at Cheol So-a.
"Who would strike them? Various Items Antique Shop is the Iron God Society's cash cow, and the Investigation Units are the Iron God Society's eyes and ears."
Seeing Bukgung Ri's reaction, Cheol So-a finally realized something had gone wrong. No matter how lawless Bukgung Ri was, he was equally easy to read. Though he might tease, he wasn't one to deflect or evade.
If such a fellow has that kind of... reaction!?
'No. It wasn't Bukgung Ri.'
To the flustered Cheol So-a, Bukgung Ri approached in one bound. Then he thrust his face close enough for their noses to touch. As if to devour her.
"Who dared to eat what's mine first, I wonder?"
"..."
For a while, the two glared at each other as if probing.
Eventually, Bukgung Ri turned his gaze away first toward the Magistrate.
"Magistrate. I've lost my appetite today, so I should leave first. I hope you enjoy a delicious lunch with Lady Cheol."
Walking toward the office entrance, Bukgung Ri snapped his middle finger and thumb together and turned his head again. Then he pulled up one corner of his mouth toward Cheol So-a.
"Oh my. Lady Cheol. You should also have lunch at home if possible."
Immediately after, his previously playful tone plummeted in temperature as if a hundred-year frost had settled in his mouth. Even his face became ice-cold.
"Whoever it is, without even obtaining this Bukgung's permission, seems to be secretly sampling Gangdo's finest feast first."
"...!"
At Bukgung Ri's words, Cheol So-a finally realized things had gone terribly wrong.
Thud—!
Without even greeting the Magistrate, she left the office as if flying.
Following that, Bukgung Ri showed a playful face to Magistrate Yo Han-myeong as if nothing had happened.
"Magistrate."
"Speak."
"I'll ask just one thing before leaving."
"What is it?"
"You haven't violated the Government-Martial Non-Aggression Pact, have you?"
"I have not."
"Then that's settled."
"..."
"It seems a new friend has appeared in Gangdo."
"A new friend."
"Yes. A very, very new friend it seems."
"..."
"May we resolve this among ourselves as always?"
"Do so."
"I'll give you advance notice. Gangdo will be a bit noisy for a while."
"That's fine, but if Northern Yan appears, you'll keep the agreement—I don't need to mention that, do I?"
"Yesterday was my turn. The next turn is the Iron God Society's..."
Heh heh.
Bukgung Ri chuckled lowly and continued.
"If they're gone, I'll run again. Just compensate me properly."
Thud.
The office door closed.