Absolute Sword Sense

the moment pass by putting something else in the foreground.

But how could I let such a chance slip me by?

“Father.
You didn’t even ask why I came back home.”

At my words, his expression wrinkled, maybe he was going crazy trying to figure out what I was thinking.

What business could the abandoned son have with him?

Father was looking at me suspiciously so I clarified,

“Father.
Please give me the seat of the next head to represent the martial arts tournament.’

‘…!’

At my words, his eyes went wide.

The main hall of the manor.

An hour had passed and now everyone was having a late lunch.

Nomnum and clack.

I glanced at Cho Seong-won who was making all sorts of noises when eating and even Sima Young was disgusted by this.

But this guy came from the Beggars Union and he was bound to make noise while eating.
Like he was greedy for something.

“Even if you don’t know how to eat, can you not make so much noise when eating?”

Sima Young looked at him and said,

“But isn’t that too much? Isn’t this making you happy?”

“I am happy, so much so that I want to hit you.”

At her words, he looked confused.

Since he didn’t know what her skills were, he was the one who had decided that they should treat each other like they were on the same level.

Cho Seong-won mumbled,

“A beggar is always decent enough.”

Of course, one look from her, and he went back to eating.
The habit was something she wanted to correct.

Sima Young who looked at him smiled brightly at me,

“Sahyung.
You must be tired, do eat a lot.”

As the attitude she held was different from him, Cho Seong-won imitated her tone of voice, teasing her

And,

Sring!

“Do you want to die?”

“….
Sorry.”

Seeing how quickly he stepped back, it seemed like he also held amazing skill.

-I guess these are the traits of a beggar.
Well.

It was true.
After leaving the Blood Sect, his true nature was slowly coming out of its shell.

-What do you think?

‘Well.’

I am not too sure either.

So Ik-heon had declined to answer on the spot.

I wanted to push it a bit more but it turned difficult as Il-hye had intervened.

However, there was no choice but to hand over the position to me.
Both of my brothers had either their wrists or shins broken.

There was little time left, and their injuries weren’t something that could heal fast, and the family would not put some injured weak person in.

-Right.

Perhaps maybe he would come to the same conclusion this evening.

A small banquet was put on to welcome the people of Mount Hyeong, so when the time came I would know.

-But, he really doesn’t treat you like a son at all.

The reason for Short Sword’s grumbling was quite simple, the guards who were watching the dining hall were not just guards but those who had mastered their arts.

They were watching us.

This was why Sima Young kept calling me sahyung.

-Isn’t it better to just ask Sima Young to naturally head into a quarrel?

Naturally, Sima Young didn’t like this and there was no way she hadn’t noticed that the men had learned martial arts.

And putting such men near the door meant that we were all being openly monitored.

‘No.
I will leave them alone for now.’

Now was this kind of game.

Regardless of whether I was the disciple of a great warrior or not, these people were placed here to tell us that this was the place of the Ikyang So family.

-So cheap

‘Wicked beggars.’

A warning from the head to me.

That he was also watching and I shouldn’t do anything hasty like before.

He must be mad that I had turned two of his sons into temporary cripples.
Well, Yong-yong was late.

Originally we had decided to talk when having lunch but she didn’t come so we ended up starting without her.

-Could something have happened?

That could not be.
With Cho Il-hye here, who would touch her?

‘Huh?’

Someone came to the door and I turned at the light footsteps which resembled a woman’s.

At the sight of her approaching, the eyes of all three of us turned to look.

Knock!

The voice spoke after a low knock,

“Young Master.
I am a servant of the Peony Pavilion, I am here to deliver the invitation of the Madame.”

“Peony Pavilion?” asked Sima Young, a bit puzzled.

Hm… I didn’t know that this would be the first place to move.

-What is the Peony Pavilion?

‘You heard it.
It is the madame.’

Peony Pavilion.

The residence of the wife of the lord, the actual wife.

And if it weren’t for the news of what I did, it would be a place that I had no relation to, and no urge to form one with.

Because she had been through a lot.

The mother of my two brothers was calling for me.

The red peony flowers filled the garden.
The flowers didn’t bloom except for this time of the year and they were in full bloom now.

Seeing these flowers made me feel disgusted.

It was like seeing his wife and I wanted to burn them down.
As long as the servants were keeping an eye on me I could do nothing.

-Why are they doing this?

‘The rumors must have spread.’

One hour was enough time for rumors to spread and in the Peony Pavilion where the wives were kept, skilled people were usually placed.

Right, but they are all just second and third-rate warriors.

“This way…”

Following the servant she sent me, I entered the pavilion

Just entering the pavilion made me feel disgusted.
Why was I called?

Drr!

The main room of the pavilion opened and a middle-aged beautiful woman was sitting in front of an antique table.

That thin-eyed woman was the madame.

‘First-rate.’

I knew she had learned martial arts but when I felt her it felt a bit lacking.

-Why is her face so white?

Her nose looked too prominent as she smeared white power to hide her wrinkles.

Shh!

I bowed lightly.

I could be called rude but I didn’t want to be polite to her.
I couldn’t forget the humiliation that my mother suffered from her.

“You are here.
You people can leave.”

“Yes.
Madame.”

At the gentle words, the two women who had guided me retreated.

What was the point of having them here?

She walked up to me as if she had made a huge decision and I couldn’t figure out why she was doing this.

Thud!

‘…!?’

Then she suddenly knelt on the ground making me frown at the unexpected behavior.

“Why are you doing this?”

She looked up at me at the question and said,

“I heard it.
That you are following the teachings of the Southern Heavenly Swordsman.
I congratulate you.”

Ha!

Was she kneeling to celebrate?

I could already guess what her intentions were.
And she said to me in a serious voice,

“I know we do not get along so well.
I will not deny it”

“… what do you want to say?”

“I will speak out then.”

“…”

“If you wish, I can get down on my knees and apologize a dozen times, maybe a hundred times too.”

The proud woman was willing to apologize?

I remember how much she hated me, and I remembered how she kept a cloth to wipe off the hands which touched me.

And she said,

“So, please do not covet the position of Young-hyun.”

Ah…

She was so cliché.

Right.
Whether she was bad or not, all the mothers have the same heart.

She called me to protect her son’s position.

“Is that why I was called?”

To my cold voice, she spoke in a pleading voice,

“If you want to, I can give you the means so that you can eat and play with for the rest of your life.
And we can even help the family you want.
Just don’t covet the position of my son.”

It seems like she was determined to convince me in any way possible.
It seemed like the position of a disciple of the Southern Heavenly Swordsman was great.
Seeing her go this low and beg told me that she was feeling a sense of crisis.

“Sigh.”

A sigh came out.

The attitude had changed so easily.
It is a sight that I would have never even dreamed about.

How can the one who kept breaking me down kneel down?

But I drew the line,

“Sorry.
I will pretend like I didn’t hear that.”

And I turned around to get out of her room.

But then she got up and rushed to the door.

“Do not do this.’

“I want to say the same to you.”

At my words, she bit her lips and then said,

“Tell me what you want.
I will listen to anything.”

Give me anything I want.
I stopped and told her,

“You mean it?”

“Yes.”

Her face brightened as if she found a string of hope and I said,

“Then, can you bring me my mother’s memorial tablet and place it in the family and bow to her every three days for ten years?”

Her expression went stiff.
Of course, she hated this.

Trying to tell her to recognize my mother whom she desperately tried to ignore and asking her to bow for 10 years was something her pride would not allow.

She frowned,

“Really… you will not covet my son’s place if I do that?”

Truly expected from maternal love.

Wouldn’t it be great if she could give a little of this kindness to my mother?

In the end, this only excited me so I smiled at her.

And I quietly went close to her ear and said,

“Would you do it? You bitch.”

‘…!’

Her face turned red,

“Y-You! How dare you!”

As she was getting angry I told her,

“12 years back, when I was here.
Your servant gave me medicine,”

Upon hearing those words, her expression turned pale.

Why? Did you think I didn’t know?