Light Novel: Volume 10 Episode 4
The Jin family was blown away.
The warriors who fought against the Snow Sword Manor warriors in Runan were being carried on a stretcher.
“Ugh!”
“Damn… it!”
Some suffered serious injuries to the extent that they were unable to move, while others only suffered a little that they could still walk on their own feet.
With so many people injured, the Jin family quickly descends into mayhem.
“I’m sure it’s the Snow Sword Manor who started it first!”
“If we leave them like this then the warrior’s morale will go down!”
The warriors who joined the Jin family shouted in anger.
Their anger pressured Jin Siwoo.
Jin Siwoo asked his subordinate with a stiff face.
“How many people are injured?”
“There are more than seventy people in all. Twelve of them are seriously injured that they are in critical condition.”
“Hoo…”
“If we remain silent like this, it is certain that the morale of the warriors who have joined our family will fall to the ground. We should not sit still.”
At the words of his subordinate, Jin Siwoo closed his eyes.
Although the Jin family’s confrontation with Snow Sword Manor was getting worse, Jin Siwoo still believed that it was still possible to resolve the issue through dialogue. That’s why he was refraining from using force as much as possible. But he couldn’t do that anymore.
It was clear that many would doubt his leadership if he hesitated here.
“Send a messenger to the Snow Sword Manor and have him ask for an apology.”
“But they will never apologize.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s to build a cause.”
“Ah!”
“Regardless of the Jin family’s situation, it’s essential for our side to show our willingness to solve the problem. That alone will make Jianghu warriors cheer and support our Jin family.”
“Okay. So who should I send as the messenger?”
“Send Uncle Yusang. He is a person who has clear judgment. He knows when to advance or to retreat, so he will surely be able to respond well.”
Jin Yusang belongs to the branch side of the Jin family, in terms of familial relationship, was Jin Siwoo’s uncle.
Although he seemed to have a mild and gentle personality, in reality, he has a strong personality and an excellent brain, so he is good at judging situations.
Jin Siwoo called him Uncle, while others called him Elder.
“Alright.”
The subordinate withdrew after answering.
Left alone, Jin Siwoo sighed.
“Phew! If only my brother was here.”
Jin Siwoo thought that if only his brother, Jin Geum-woo, was still alive and well, then their clan would not have been shaken so much.
He couldn’t get rid of the feeling that he was not enough to fill the void that his brother left.
Suddenly, two men came into his line of sight.
Pyo-wol and Namgung Wol.
The two of them had a close relationship with his older brother, Jin Geum-woo.
Namgung Wol was watching the wounded being brought in with a worried expression, while Pyo-wol had an indifferent look on his face. It was difficult to guess what he was thinking about.
Seeing them relieved his frustration a little.
Pyo-wol turned his head and looked at him, probably feeling Jin Siwoo’s gaze.
Their eyes met midair.
Pyo-wol did not say anything to Jin Siwoo. He just looked at him silently. But even that alone was enough for Jin Siwoo to feel his heart grow stronger.
It was a strange experience.
‘Was it this? Is this why he wanted to get close to him?’
Jin Siwoo had always thought that his brother was the strongest in the world.
Jin Geum-woo had never shown a staggering or wavering appearance. Because of that, many people believed and relied on him.
Jin Siwoo thought that it was just natural. However, now that he was in his brother’s shoes, he seemed to understand how lonely and difficult the path Jin Geum-woo had chosen.
He thought that this was the reason why Jin Geum-woo’s curiosity about Pyo-wol, whom Jin Geum-woo tried to rely on, grew.
They might have talked all night long, but Jin Siwoo had only heard stories about Jin Geum-woo, and nothing about Pyo-wol.
Jin Siwoo turned around, thinking that he should talk more with Pyo-wol later.
* * *
Pyo-wol looked at the warrior who groaned at his serious injuries.
A doctor came running to take care of him, because of his critical condition. The warrior had lost too much blood.
“Be patient.”
The doctor applied medicine to stop the bleeding and then tied a white cloth on the warrior’s wound. But it was not enough.
Blood still continued to flow out, staining the white cloth red. Eventually, the warrior who had lost too much blood, died.
“Oh my god!”
The doctor slumped and sat down as he watched the warrior die in front of him even after treating him.
No matter how familiar he is with death, the sight of a young warrior dying left a deep scar on the mind of the physician.
“Those wicked Snow Sword Manor bastards! I will never forgive them!”
A friend of a dead warrior screamed, the veins on his neck sticking out and throbbing.
“Blood for blood, a life for a life…”
“Blood for blood, a life for a life…”
The nearby warriors responded to his call.
Their cries spread all over the Jin manor.
Pyo-wol silently watched as the madness spread.
Madness makes a person lose their own sanity.
The madness emitted by the group even erases their fear, making them reckless.
That’s how things are right now.
The people who gathered to help the Jin family were dominated by madness. They were all shouting that they should rush in and fight the Snow Sword Manor right away.
Madness, once erupted, does not subside easily.
Whether it be young or old warriors, they were all engulfed in madness.
Those few warriors who maintained their reason only looked at them with a worried expression. They were unable to speak out.
‘Not only Runan, but the entire Henam might be swallowed up with this madness at this rate.’
Raised as an assassin, Pyo-wol was used to reading the flow.
The current atmosphere was not good.
These warriors were in too much of a hurry.
People’s opinions were far too one-sided. There were no objections, and only voices demanding to punish the Snow Sword Manor could be heard.
When opinions were lopsided like this, a big accident was bound to happen.
Pyo-wol shook his head slightly and returned to his residence.
Even though his door was closed, the maddening cries of the warriors continued to penetrate through the walls of his residence.
Pyo-wol chose to close his eyes and meditate.
After immersing himself in the Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Method, he was able to escape from the disturbance and bury himself in his own world.
Pyo-wol spent the night meditating like that. He only fell asleep around dawn.
He woke up just as the morning sun was rising in the eastern sky.
“The elder has returned.”
“Hurry and escort him to our lord.”
An urgent voice came from the outside.
Pyo-wol felt that something had happened again.
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