Chapter 471

Vol 2 Chapter 111. This is Mine. Got it? (3)

“Chief ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Steward.”

Yoo ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Seop, the White-Faced Death Lord. He was currently serving as the Chief Steward of the Hegemon Blade Sect. It was partly because he was competent, but also because his other senior brothers were so ill-tempered that managing the sect was impossible for them. So, he had no choice but to take the role of Chief Steward. The thing that tormented him the most was….

“Again, ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍an invoice has arrived.”

“Hooo…. ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍How much is it this time?”

“I ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍think you’ll have to see for yourself.”

Yoo ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Seop checked the bundle of papers his subordinate brought. And then….

“Damn it….”

An amount that a decent small-to-medium-sized sect could live on comfortably for a year was billed there. Of course, the Hegemon Blade Sect had a lot of money. With all the unorthodox sects of the world under their heel, the tribute money coming in was truly immense. However….

“How can just three people spend this much money?”

Even so. Wasn't this a bit too much? Half a year had already passed since Patrick and his two wives became hostages of the Hegemon Blade Sect. The amount they had spent during that time was truly terrifying. At first, it started with food.

[You bastards. I’m the kind of person who once turned a whole country upside down just because the soup, no, the stew was too salty!]

CRAAASH!

On that day, a third of the Hegemon Blade Sect’s main complex was blown away. This happened despite them not being treated as prisoners and being served ordinary food. In the end, the Hegemon Blade Sect improved the menu. But as if that wasn't enough, Patrick started going out to eat on his own and then billed the Hegemon Blade Sect for the cost.

[Chief Steward, what should we do?]

[Pay the price.]

[Really?]

[It’s better than provoking that bastard.]

That was the decision Yoo Seop had made. And upon hearing that decision, Patrick thought.

[Hoh, is that so? So that’s how it is?]

From then on, Patrick began to seriously fleece the Hegemon Blade Sect. He furnished himself with the finest food and clothing, and even called in a carpenter to remodel the prison as he pleased. In the end, a small and cozy manor, under the name of a prison, was built inside the Hegemon Blade Sect, and all sorts of luxurious furniture began to be moved into it.

[My wives were both raised delicately as royalty, you see? That’s why. Try to understand. Got it?]

Understand? No one could stop the shameless Patrick, who had created his own territory within the Hegemon Blade Sect and started a life of luxury. No one at all.

“Still… there are positive effects, too.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yoo Seop asked in a drained voice in response to his subordinate's question. Then, the subordinate said….

“They say that the public sentiment in Chengdu has recently been turning toward our Hegemon Blade Sect.”

“…Huh?”

“The merchants of Chengdu, in particular, are ardently supporting us. They say that without us, the economy of Chengdu wouldn't function.”

“That’s….”

Yoo Seop brought both hands to his face, rubbed it dryly, and spoke in a forlorn voice.

“We’re being treated like suckers, aren’t we?”

The reputation of the Hegemon Blade Sect, the number one unorthodox sect, was in tatters.

* * *

“Honey, ahhh.”

“Ahhh.”

As Patrick opened his mouth like a baby bird, Elione picked a grape with her white hand and put it in. For reference, grapes were a very expensive fruit in Sichuan. Patrick put the grape in his mouth, chewed it, and enjoyed the sweet taste as he spoke.

“Ah…. It’s delicious.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I think it’s even more delicious because my pretty wife is feeding it to me.”

“Oh, you….”

Then Isabella, sitting on the opposite side, personally filled Patrick’s cup with liquor and said.

“But is it okay to do this?”

“Hmm? What is?”

“I was just thinking, isn’t this a bit too much?”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.”

“……”

“Fleecing the unorthodox kids is a good thing.”

Is it? Or is it not? For Isabella, who still didn't know much about the world of Murim, it wasn't an easy judgment to make. However….

“Haa…. I’m so happy. Every single day is thrilling.”

‘Well, fine. If you’re happy….’

She decided to just understand. Patrick, too, was genuinely happy at this very moment. In his life, where he had only cleaned up after suckers like his Master and father, the day had finally come when he was the one taking advantage of a sucker. Living well and eating well with someone else’s money without doing any work.

“This is truly the dream of all mankind.”

[Isn’t this a bit too much? A person should have some shame.]

“Ahem, Master. I am now striking a blow to the finances of the atrocious Unorthodox Hegemon Blade Sect as a righteous hero.”

[I should have taught you better….]

“Hee hee hee. They said Luminous Pearls are coming to the market tomorrow, right? I should buy some and stock up.”

Perhaps Patrick could truly disband the Hegemon Blade Sect through financial bankruptcy. But just then….

“Hmm?”

“Huh?”

The expressions of the two people on either side of Patrick changed. Space split open before their eyes, and….

CRACK. CRAAACK.

Eventually, a subspace, large enough for a person to enter, opened. At that sudden change, Isabella placed her hand on her sword, and Elione also summoned her spirits and waited. But Patrick just stared blankly at the subspace.

“Hmmm, who’s pulling a prank like this?”

As Patrick watched with interest, a small piece of paper fluttered out from the subspace. He pulled the paper with psychokinesis and checked it; on it was written the script of the Pangemonia Continent. The content was….

[Help me. Master.]

That was all.

“Was that written by Lord Persona?”

Elione asked back. Patrick frowned and said.

“Hmm-hmm…. Is this her handwriting?”

Then, from the side, Isabella spoke as if frustrated.

“Handwriting aside, besides us, the only person who knows the script of the Pangemonia Continent is Persona….”

“That… is true.”

Isabella, who had always used honorifics with Patrick since their marriage, lost her temper. Patrick had no choice but to agree.

“Looks like something happened to that kid Sona.”

“Then we have to go help.”

“Let’s go right now.”

“Right. We should. We have to. We… should we?”

“……”

“……”

Patrick’s answer grew increasingly passive. Elione and Isabella were dumbfounded. And Isabella said….

“You, surely….”

“……”

“Are you so satisfied with your current life that you want to stay here?”

“I’ve never had such a happy experience in my life.”

In the end, Patrick admitted the truth. Then Elione said from the side.

“What about Lord Persona?”

“She’s not a child, she’ll manage on her own.”

“Does that even make sense!”

“What in the world doesn't make sense? Anything is possible.”

Finally, Patrick ran to a corner of the room, assumed a stance of desperate resistance, and said.

“I won’t leave this paradise. I’m going to live happily in the Hegemon Blade Sect for the rest of my life.”

“……”

“……”

Seeing Patrick like that, Elione and Isabella didn't know what to say. But just then….

SLIDE.

From within the subspace, a small, white hand. A woman’s hand, truly deserving of being called delicate and beautiful, emerged.

“Huh?”

“What’s that?”

The gazes of everyone present focused on that one hand. And that hand raised its thumb upwards, then turned it around and pointed it down.

“A beautiful hand is taunting me?”

Sparks flew from Patrick’s eyes. Then, this time, the unidentified beautiful hand made a fist and beckoned with just its index finger.

“Argh… in all my life, I’ve never seen anything this damn ridiculous. And now a hand of all things is telling me to ‘come at me’?”

Patrick was pissed. He fetched his Black and White Twin Dragon Swords with psychokinesis and said to his wives.

“Let’s go. I don’t know who’s over there, but they need to be taught a lesson.”

“……”

“……”

“Alright. I’ll go rescue Sona while I’m at it. Anyway, let’s go.”

At Patrick’s words, Elione and Isabella sighed and stood up. Yes. Whatever the case, thanks to that hand, things worked out well. The three of them each grabbed their weapons and stood before the subspace. And then….

“Now, shall we go?”

With Patrick in the lead, the three entered the subspace, and the subspace that swallowed them vanished as if seeping into the air. On that day, the Evil-Breaking Swordsman and his two wives disappeared from the world of Murim.

* * *

Patrick entered the subspace. What unfolded before his eyes was a view from above the sky, where five-colored clouds filled the scene before him. And in front of him was a rather large, five-story pavilion.

“Is it telling me to go inside here?”

“Probably?”

“Good. I don’t know who you are, but you’re dead when I find you.”

Thus, Patrick entered the pavilion with a dignified stride.

CRAAASH!

“Owner of the house, come out!”

A bit too dignified. It seemed the provocation from just a moment ago had really pissed him off. Seeing Patrick like that, Isabella sighed.

‘I don’t know who it is, but this isn’t going to end easily.’

While she was worrying, the owner of this pavilion appeared.

“Did you call for me?”

The owner who appeared was a beautiful woman, like a fairy maiden wearing a flowing purple court dress. Her delicate features were harmoniously arranged, and she had a slender height and snow-white skin. She was a woman who possessed all the conditions of a beauty.

Moreover, the white legs visible through the slit of her court dress, which went deep up to her thighs, were enough to captivate any man. The moment she saw her, Isabella spoke to Patrick.

“Honey, let’s be a little reasonable… huh?”

At that moment, Isabella saw it. An expression she had never seen before formed on her husband’s face. A state where awe and shock coexisted, but his complexion was pale overall. The opponent slowly approached her husband.

“It’s been a while.”

“Ah…. Hey, um…. Uh… that is….”

“I have a lot to say. A whole lot.”

“This is, um… you know? First….”

“Let’s first….”

“……”

The opponent raised her fist, clenched it tightly, and said….

“Let’s start with a beating. You dog-mess bastard!”

Simultaneously with those words, the fist that flew accurately struck Patrick’s face.

POW!

“Kwegh!”

Struck by the fairy maiden’s fist, Patrick’s face took the hit, and he crashed into the pavilion wall far away. The opponent then flew over, grabbed Patrick by the collar, and….

“You damn….”

“Wai… wait a mome… keok!”

CRACK! CRUNCH!

“You son of a biiiitch!”

“I was wro…ng…. First… keooogh!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Would anyone believe it if they saw? That Patrick Schneider was being beaten one-sidedly without being able to resist in the slightest. The face of the one hitting him was filled with resentment, and every time she slammed down her fist filled with pent-up anger, Patrick’s face whipped around mercilessly. And then….

“H… how dare you.”

Elione, who had been standing there blankly, lost it. She summoned the spirit of wind and sent its blades flying at the opponent.

“Die!”

As the stormy blades, which seemed like they would slash her whole body to ribbons, flew towards her, the fairy maiden who was beating Patrick glanced in that direction and….

“Hmph.”

With a short smile, she raised her fist upwards and then powerfully slammed it down.

BOOOOM!

With a terrifying shockwave, all the blades of wind that were trying to attack her were dispersed. It was a single punch of truly terrifying power. But Elione’s attack didn't end there.

“Bernion. Dwell in my bow.”

Having already drawn her bow, she imbued her arrow with a high-grade fire spirit. A secret art of the Elves, the Spirit Arrow. If Elione used it, it had the power to blow away an entire fortress wall. But the opponent was not intimidated at all. Instead, with a face full of anticipation, she licked her lips and said.

“You wanna go at it, huh?”

And immense immortal qi gathered in her fist as she took a righteous fist-thrusting stance. The moment Elione’s arrow was about to fly towards the woman who was full of intent to take it head-on….

“Both of you, calm down.”

Isabella, who had turned into a streak of lightning, intervened between the two. The two, on the verge of collision, stopped their attacks at the appearance of a third party. And Isabella said….

“Let’s sort out the situation and talk it out. First, could you let go of my husband?”

“My husband?”

“Ah, don’t worry about the beating. I won’t question it. I don’t know what he did, but I’m sure he deserved to be hit.”

Isabella’s words did not erase the displeasure from the opponent's face at all. And the fairy maiden pulled Patrick, who was dangling from her hand, with one arm and hugged him tightly, then said.

“Let’s make one thing clear.”

“Hey. Right now….”

“This one is mine. Got it, you thieving she-cats!”

The Divine Doctor Saintess, Dang Suryeon. The woman who was once the wife of the Radiant Dragon Great Master Jin Cheon made her appearance like this.

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