Actually, I should have thought about that part first.
Yu Wol is someone who anyone would envy as a prospective groom.
Isn’t it so?
He’s wealthy, has a good personality, excellent character, and strong abilities.
Sure, he has a weak martial arts skill and isn’t from a prestigious family, but those are nothing compared to what he has.
In fact, families looking for a son-in-law might actually prefer that!
But then came the tiger with wings.
Generally, the government and the martial world are known to be untouchable, but it’s an open secret that martial clans intermingle with the government.
Just look at the Namgoong Clan. The clan leader’s sister is the wife of the seongju in Habicheng, giving them significant influence in the main house of Habicheng.
The son of the Ohwa Sect’s leader married the daughter of the Taehak Academy and received government support to rise to prominence.
And there are many more examples too.
With that in mind, if Yu Wol were to gain an official position, the number of people eyeing him would only increase.
Not just coveting his knowledge, but everything about him.
And not from a direction they could handle, but another one entirely.
“Uh, what should I do?!”
If there were those who wanted to kidnap Yu Wol to extract his knowledge, he felt confident that he could stop them.
After all, the best way to ward off such coercive attacks is with power.
A Sword Saint at a superhuman level could handle that with ease.
But what about other directions?
The Sword Saint was gazing intently at Yu Wol, who was working in his office.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Startled, the Sword Saint shook her head vigorously, and Yu Wol chuckled softly at her.
“Someone’s here.”
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
The Sword Saint jumped up, but Yu Wol calmly stopped her.
“Come in.”
“I can’t express how shocked I was to hear the inn has collapsed.”
The man who entered looked rather ordinary. As he observed him, the Sword Saint snapped her fingers.
“Is that the courier?”
“Yes. I see you are here as well, Sword Saint.”
After a polite greeting, he placed a box in front of Yu Wol. Inside the box were a considerable number of letters and what looked like gift boxes.
“And congratulations on becoming the new seongju. This is a gift from the sect leader.”
The courier then pulled out a small box from his sleeve and handed it over. Yu Wol opened the box and smiled broadly.
“Chojihwan.”
It was a medicinal tonic that boosts energy and maintains health. Upon receiving it, the courier said seriously, “Please remember that the sect leader is always wishing for your health and safety.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
After bowing to both the Sword Saint and Yu Wol, the courier exited. Watching him leave, the Sword Saint pointed to the Chojihwan in Yu Wol’s hand.
The Sword Saint pointed to the 초지환 in Yu Wol’s hand.
“Are you close to the postmaster?”
“We’ve done some work together.”
Yu Wol said nonchalantly, enough to make the Sword Saint flinch.
He had a personality that was smooth all over, which meant he had friendly relationships with many people.
In other words, aside from Hongseong, there could be other martial artists he was close with.
‘Now that I think about it…’
He wasn’t on bad terms with the Namgoong Clan either. Recently, one of the rising stars in the Murim, Namgoonghwa, had publicly expressed her admiration for Yu Wol, and the Murim Alliance viewed him quite favorably as well.
I had heard that there were attempts to reach out to Yu Wol from the Namgoong Clan after he mediated between the inspection and law enforcement departments of the Murim Alliance last time.
“Ahem. I heard from the Murim Alliance branch that… a few clans are trying to contact you…”
“Yes.”
Yu Wol replied casually.
It was really not a big deal.
Most of them were just checking in, building friendships, and asking for knowledge about business, development, and evil monsters.
“…Uh, Yu Wol. If it’s okay, could I take a look at those letters?”
“It should be fine.”
For Yu Wol, Hongseong was practically a fate-sharing community.
The Sword Saint was the same. So showing him the letters was more than okay.
Thus, Yu Wol said it nonchalantly, and the Sword Saint quickly moved beside him to look at the letters.
“Dear Yu Seonsaeng, I am Giseotae, the head of the Jinhong Clan. I have always admired your tales. A few days later, it is the birthday of my unfortunate daughter. If possible, could you attend and brighten the occasion…”
“I am Cheoljoong-hwan, the head of the Cheolma Clan. We have always been in awe of your incredible knowledge and wisdom, Yu Seonsaeng. My lacking daughter also admires you. If possible, could you come to our Cheolma Clan and be her teacher…”
“I am O Ji-hee from the Gihyanggak. Our Lady of Gihyanggak, Ki Yeon-seo, has always respected wise and compassionate individuals. Our young lady is still of age, but her beauty and martial arts are remarkable. If possible, could you meet her just once…”
“…….”
With every letter the Sword Saint read, his heart raced.
How dare anyone pull such a stunt?!
A birthday party, asking for guidance, wanting to be friends.
While they were all wrapped in pleasantries, their intentions were patently obvious.
They were all trying to get close to Yu Wol and somehow tie themselves to him.
Crack.
“There’s no need to concern yourself with such things.”
From Yu Wol’s perspective, it wasn’t anything special. After all, he had been receiving such letters frequently since he began to make a name for himself.
However, the different point was that, unlike before, these letters were now coming from places that were famous by name.
It was noteworthy that a place so well-known was reaching out like this.
“Oh.”
Yu Wol held a letter.
It was sent from the Namgoong Clan.
Namgoong Clan.
A prestigious house in the martial world, led by the Sword King of the Celestial River, Namgoong Cheon, a superhuman like the Sword Saint.
Upon seeing the letter from there, the Sword Saint bit her lip slightly and looked at Yu Wol, who nodded in response.
“It is the Sword King of the Celestial River, Namgoong Cheon. I heard that Yu Seonsaeng has greatly aided our Namgoong Clan, and as the clan leader, I cannot just stand by. Especially since I’ve heard from Hwa and Seongyul that you’ve received much from you.”
“As a member of the righteous path, how can I let this go unacknowledged? If it’s alright, I would like to visit you later with my granddaughter, so please do not refuse.”
‘That old man…!!!’
Sword Saint had met Namgoong Cheon a few times. Everyone admired the old man’s immortal-like demeanor, but in reality, he was slick and cunning, only using his power for his family’s benefit, with several snakes hidden in his depths.
And if he was suddenly coming to visit, it was surely because he was coveting Yu Wol.
‘I can’t let this continue.’
The Sword Saint stared intently at Yu Wol. Under her gaze, Yu Wol looked up, gathered the letters beside him, and smiled brightly.
“You don’t need to worry.”
How could there be no worry? The Sword Saint could barely suppress the words that rose within her and could only force a smile in response.
After the escort mission ended, the Sword Saint sought out Hongryeon. After all, while Hongryeon was also a rival, she was still preferable to any unknown girls.
Thus, she shared with Hongryeon what had happened yesterday, which made Hongryeon flinch and shudder.
“Ah, I see.”
It seemed she was quite shocked. Staggering as if she were dizzy, Hongryeon bit her lip.
“Of course, Yu Wol is not someone who can be easily swayed by such things…”
Even so, one must not be complacent. They must avoid the fate of letting a hawk take away their jewels.
Though she didn’t think he would fall for some other enchanting woman or family, love is inherently blind.
Even the slightest possibility couldn’t be overlooked.
“…I can’t let things stay like this. Master.”
“Huh…?”
“We need to have a meeting among ourselves.”
A little while later, three people gathered in the garden frequently visited by the Sword Saint.
Na Yerin, Hongryeon, and Chaejin.
The three beautiful women all had rather grim expressions.
Especially the Sword Saint.
“Why did you call Chaejin?”
“Excuse me? No, Master. Didn’t you know?”
“Huh?”
Tilting her head, the Sword Saint looked as Hongryeon pointed her finger at Chaejin.
“She’s also planning to propose to Yu Wol…”
“What?!”
Faced with the flabbergasted Sword Saint, Chaejin panicked.
“I didn’t know? I thought the Sword Saint had noticed that Yu Wol likes you!”
“Did you notice that Yu Wol likes you?”
“Uh… Ah, um.”
Good heavens. I thought only the disciple was a romantic rival, but it turns out there’s another one!
Now that I think about it, that definitely makes sense. Chaejin was always with Yu Wol, so it would be stranger if she wasn’t smitten.
“Hmmm…”
The Sword Saint groaned, and Chaejin smiled wryly.
“Anyway. Why?”
“Well, Yu Wol got a government position…”
“Oh? Really? Then we must congratulate him!”
“Of course, but there are now more people eyeing him.”
“They’ll all die…”
“Not like that! I mean in a different way.”
Chaejin’s expression hardened. Thinking about it, she was right. With so much money, a good personality, and high capabilities, many would want him as a son-in-law.
“…This is serious.”
“That’s why we need to come up with a plan. If the three of us brainstorm, we should be able to come up with something.”
At Hongryeon’s serious comment, the Sword Saint and Chaejin nodded.
And time passed over a cup of tea.
“…No answers?”
It’s not like we’re attacking in a negative way; how can we block that?
“What did Yu Wol say…”
When a rather haggard-looking Chaejin asked, the Sword Saint glanced at her.
“He told me not to worry…”
How can I not worry?
They sighed deeply, as if the ground would swallow them.
“Ah, anyway, let’s keep an eye on Yu Wol.”
When Hongryeon cautiously suggested this, both agreed.
They say the one who falls first loses.
The three in the garden all thought of themselves as the losers.
*
“Huh?”
It was while they were practicing in the garden. Today’s guards were Ryuhyun and Hyunhwi.
Along with them, Sayoon, who had come down to train together, brought up a curious topic.
“The Master, Senior Sister, and Chaejin’s expressions were bad.”
Sayoon, who was cautiously sipping the tea I gave her and munching on snacks, said this.
“Why?”
“I’m not sure… Usually, it would just end with training together, but all three had such bad expressions. I thought maybe Mister knows something.”
“Hmmm…”
What could be bothering all three?
I racked my brain and quickly found the answer.
Ah, they’re anxious.
Hmm…
I crossed my arms, thinking, and nodded.
“Got it. Leave it to me.”
“Yes!”
Sayoon beamed, and I ruffled her hair.
It was about time to get moving.
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