Chapter 57

Episode 57 I hope no other monsters appear.

The next day, the news that the Suphonmazon had died hit the church.

Many people have died recently, but Majon’s death was a problem of a different level. An emergency was declared on campus and a full-scale investigation began.

It was Hwang Cheon-gak who went out to investigate the incident. As the matter was a serious matter, all special investigators and 20 executive officers went to Seo Hwan-jin.

In front of the soul mazon’s residence, his disciples and magicians were camped.

“You can’t go in.”

They never wanted to let us in. They were panicking and didn’t know how to handle this situation. We decided to block our entry and exit for now until the other mazons made a decision.

I didn’t necessarily clash with them.

“Good. Then, at least let the old man in. “Shouldn’t the body be disposed of so that it doesn’t decompose and the exact cause of death should be revealed?”

Ma Yi was known as a politically neutral figure, and everyone at our school trusted and respected him, so they did not reject the offer.

After conducting a thorough autopsy for a while, the Demon Doctor came out and spoke to the disciples of the Sub-Hon Mazon.

“It looks like he died because his heart and blood vessels throughout his body were severely damaged due to excessive self-inflicted energy. “There were no signs of intrusion or fighting, and he was not poisoned, so it appears he died from poisoning.”

The disciples sighed at those words, and I was secretly happy.

As long as the words ‘Iljuhwama’ came out of the devil’s mouth, it was possible to avoid looking for the evil beast.

On the way out of Seohwanjin and on the way to report to Cheonmajeon, Seo Daeryong asked carefully.

“...isn’t it?”

“what?”

“You know, that.”

As if he did not dare to say it in words, Seo Dae-ryong sent a message.

―Gakju didn’t kill the Subhonmazon, right?

-why? Do you think I killed him?

―...You brought the child to me yesterday, right? This is a child who almost fell victim to the Great Law of the Heart.

Where is that? When I left the church two months ago, he told me that he used his eyes to make the impossible possible. Now the impossible has become possible and has become a reality.

-Do you really want to know?

-No, no! I’d rather not know. I’ll go back first.

Seo Dae-ryong turned and walked towards Hwangcheongak.

Cheonmajeon could be seen in the distance.

How will your father react?

* * *

I slowly walked down the bloody path.

My father was sitting in the royal palace as always. Today, Sima Ming, the commander-in-chief, was also there.

After greeting the two, Sima Ming asked me:

“What was it like when Prince Lee was expelled from school?”

“I used work as an excuse and had a good time.”

“Your face looks better.”

“Soldier, don’t just work, get some fresh air and play around.”

“After not playing all my life, the day I play for once, enemies usually attack.”

We laughed together at Sima Ming’s joke.

After saying hello with a light joke, I reported on the death of the Subhonmazon.

“The magician came to the conclusion that it was a coin immersion.”

At my words, my father and Sima Ming said nothing for a moment. I could feel it. That the two people do not believe in the results. What is the probability that a person like a mazon will suddenly fall into a poison spell and die?

So I played first.

“It’s hard to believe that someone of the level of a soul mazon was struck by a demon. “It is possible that he was murdered by someone.”

“That’s a possibility.”

“We will investigate the incident at Hwangcheon Pavilion.”

“Mazon will come forward and investigate this matter.”

“Why don’t we do it?”

“For generations, Cheonmajeon cannot intervene in relation to the death of the Majon. “I have no choice but to watch everything.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I won’t come forward. “It’s nice and comfortable for us.”

After talking about a few things about this incident, Sima Ming naturally left the room.

When Sima Ming retreated, his father asked directly.

“How did you kill him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nonsense!”

Even while waving her hands, she couldn’t hide her smile. She is less sensitive to praise than to praise for her excellent swordsmanship.

“Let’s go next time. “Together with Mr. Thomas.”

When Thomas was mentioned, her expression hardened slightly. She still has a bad relationship with Thomas. Since I’m stuck in the middle, I just don’t vote as much as possible. Reconciling with Thomas was still not easy.

She naturally changed the topic.

“Did you hear the news that the Soul Mazon died?”

“Yes, I heard.”

“Were you... involved in that death?”

Then he looked at me intently.

At this moment, her eyes were cold. Regardless of his kindness towards me, the death of the Subhonor Mazon was something that made other Mazons nervous.

The awareness that if one thing collapses, everything may collapse has been their survival principle for a very long time.

“The doctor concluded that he died from poisoning.”

“No mazon will believe that.”

“But not me.”

Ilhwageomjon looked suspicious at my firm words, but I couldn’t tell if he was also skeptical in his heart.

“Why did you think it was me?”

Maybe it’s because of the rain. Because I knew that my skills were on par with hers.

“Because the lake is shaking due to the ripples you caused. Oh, you said you like stormy seas, not lakes, right? The moment you take a dip, the peaceful lake has already turned into the sea. “The Soul Mazon was the first to drown in that sea.”

“I am a fisherman in that sea. “It doesn’t kill people by drowning them.”

“That would be correct. “I caught a chopping board.”

“Is it difficult for you, senior?”

“It might be possible if we release the fish we caught. “Because I don’t want to go into a fishing net with a cutting board in it.”

I smiled slightly and she didn’t smile.

“You don’t know what happens to people. “Suphonmazon was a person who cared so much for himself... I never thought he would be the first to die like this.”

“Seo Hwan-jin will be confused for a while.”

“There will be a battle for successor.”

When a Magon dies, a successor takes over, and if he or she is recognized by four of the remaining seven Magons, he or she becomes the successor.

Subhonmazon had five disciples. Since he died without having officially decided on a successor, the most outstanding person among the five will succeed the Subhonmazon.

“Who do you support?”

“Why are you curious about that?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if someone from our side takes over?”

“Our side?”

“Yes, our side. “We are non-Music friends.”

She hit the bow before she could think of the chopping board.

She finally smiled faintly, probably because the term “bimu friend” was funny.

“You can share the same ideas with your non-mu friends.”

After chatting with her some more, I said goodbye.

“I will leave for today.”

“Thank you for coming despite your busy schedule.”

Ilhwa Geomzon followed him out to the yard.

“Gongja Lee. When fishing, some fish are easy to catch, while others hold tight in the water. But be careful. “Some fish may jump out and attack the angler, or even capsize the boat.”

In short, it meant to be careful of other Palmazons other than Domana himself.

“Thank you for your concern.”

“And don’t forget, I haven’t caught any fish yet.”

“Isn’t just giving me this advice a half-caught fish?”

Ilhwa Geomzon didn’t look that upset when he was told that he was half-caught. Maybe we are just acknowledging it to that extent.

“Then take care until we see you next time.”

After leaving the house and walking a little, I looked back and saw that she was in the yard, planting the seeds I had given her in the soil. It seems like only yesterday that he was staring at me so scary, but we have already become like this.

She’s right. I really don’t know what happens to people.

As my father and Ilhwageomjon warned, there was a meeting of the Seven Majons that very day.

It was a special meeting prepared due to the death of the Subhonmazon. Since it was a meeting attended only by Magons, not even my father knew what they talked about.

On the night of the meeting, Hyeolcheon Doma came to see me. His expression was not good.

“Do you have alcohol?”