The Barbarian Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Novel Chapter 335

EP.335

20 years ago. There is a person in front of me who remembers the courtesan who left for Joseon.

Hyang-ah.

A woman who falls in love with the head of the family and gives birth to an illegitimate child after a tragic ending. She was also the mother in the setting that I created as a problem of party fortune.

Does that mean Hyang’er was Hao Mun-do?

As she was an apprentice courtesan, she may have come from a Gimun family like Lim Ha-yeon, but I never would have guessed that she was a disciple of Gimun Hyangju.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. “I am an ordinary Korean.”

It is a secret that I am the illegitimate son of the Tang family. Let’s intentionally shake our voice and pretend to be embarrassed.

First, you have to dig up information. Since I don’t know if it’s true, I can’t admit it right away.

When an inquiry comes in, the information is combined from there.

“Did a guy like that eat that cursed food that only purple-haired guys eat?”

“How do you know that?”

Do you know that you have ingested a terrible poison that you cannot even imagine?

“A pot-bellied guy told me a while ago. He said that you are the illegitimate son of the Dang family and is there anyone that comes to mind? “He even added that if he was right, he would ask you to help him.”

It is said that the origin of the martial arts world is so complex that its beginning and end cannot be known, but is it really true that Hyang-ju Gi-mun is Hyang-ah’s master?

I turned around to briefly explain to Lim Ha-yeon, who was shocked by the news that she was the illegitimate daughter of the Dang family.

Lim Ha-yeon Why do you have a calm face?

“I knew.”

“how?”

“Have you ever seen me say something even though you are using the martial arts of the Tang family?”

That’s right.

When I ate pineapple pizza in Uichang, did the rumor spread around Haomun?

I nodded and looked at Qimun Hyangju again.

“As far as I know, there is only one illegitimate child of the Tang family. “He is the only child born to my disciple Hyang-ah, who was a courtesan from Joseon.”

There was half confidence in Gimun Hyangju’s eyes.

If Gi-mun Hyang-ju is really Hyang-ah’s teacher.

Let’s think about it for a moment.

The story of an illegitimate child is not something to share with others, but I need Ki-moon Hyang-ju’s help right now.

yes. I am Hyang-ah’s son. Please help me. Admit it and ask for help?

no. That’s sewage.

‘If you tried to negotiate with Tao Mun even though you knew that I was the son of a disciple, simple acknowledgment is not enough.’

It needs to be connected a little more closely with Kimun Hyangju.

Let’s recall Hyang-ah’s diary in our heads. Hyang-ah’s diary, which was chewed in memory and completely digested to avoid making mistakes in the setting.

Let us recall her life in infinity.

Are there any records that are helpful now? The story about Hao Wen is the first of its kind. Then there was no information about the teacher?

No, there was.

“Mr. Gimun Hyangju.”

I called her in a polite manner, like a child treating his mother’s teacher.

“okay.”

About 20 years ago.

Hyang-ah was kicked out of the party house and was worried as she got up on the cold street.

Although she was rejected by the man she loved, she escaped by a miracle.

She escaped from the status of a courtesan and became an ordinary woman. Where will you go? What to do.

Will I become a courtesan again in order to avoid starving? Will you return to Joseon to raise your unborn child?

In the end, Hyang-ah decided to choose the child over herself.

He mentioned the teacher and said that he regretted not being able to see him again.

okay. There was a mention of Gimun Hyangju in that part.

“Is your name Chuyeon (秋淵) by any chance?”

I deliberately made an expression of uncertainty and looked at Gimun Hyangju.

Simply affirming that he is Hyang-ah’s son is a waste of time.

If Gi-mun Hyang-ju is really Hyang-ah’s teacher, her gi name is Chu-yeon (秋淵).

If only I had known about Kimun Hyangju in advance. The emotional connection with Hyangju can become stronger.

“My name is not Chuyeon.”

“….”

emergency!!! Super emergency!!!

ruined.

Should I say I was mistaken? Should I say that my memory is not accurate because I heard it when I was young.

uh?

When I looked at Hyangju Ki-moon without deliberately trying to hide my embarrassment, I saw a pleasant line drawn at the corner of her mouth.

“Chuyeon is not my signature. “My name is Chuyeon.”

“ah.”

A woman who becomes a courtesan lives as a courtesan for the rest of her life unless she is excluded from a miracle.

The fact that he told me his real name, which I would never reveal, means that the relationship was that close.

Then again.

“As expected, you are Hyang-ah’s son.”

Hyang-ah’s teacher. For the first time, Gimun Hyangju raised her half-lying body and sat upright.

“I meet my mother’s teacher.”

I got down on one knee, bowed my head, and took the sword from Hyangju Kimun.

“Hyang-a, did Hyang-a live well after returning to Joseon?”

How can I say this?

The Hyang-ah I know is the Hyang-ah in the diary. It shouldn’t cause unnecessary doubt. Talking lightly out of excitement is prohibited. You should say as little as possible.

Let’s start with emotional acting.

Make an expression like a person with a sad past, as if he or she is spewing out pain. And at the same time, give the other person what they want.

“You were a loving mother. She was a wiser wife than anyone else in the village. But sometimes, he would sit me on his lap, look up at the western night sky, and tell me the story of the wonderful thief who saved the woman.”

“…an ugly thing. “You couldn’t forget it until the end.”

Despite Ki-moon Hyang-ju’s disapproving expression, his voice was full of longing.

“I didn’t know it when I was young, but when I grew up, I realized why he spoke so sadly while looking at the western night sky.”

“Where is Hyang-ah now?”

“When a severe disease struck the village, you were unable to escape the disease.”

Let’s make our eyes known with a smile on our faces as if we were crying, and our deep longing for the person who won’t come back.

“Hyang-ah is dead…?”

Were you surprised enough to drop the bear?

“I’m sorry for not being able to give you good news.”

I bowed my head once again.

“no. I have broken your heart. okay. I heard that you went to a party. “You came back as a VIP, so how can you still not use the Tang family name?”

“My father is Mr. Kang. “Just because my father passed away, how could I throw away my father’s surname, which I raised with love from the day I was born?”

“If I had used the Tang family name, I wouldn’t have been in this kind of trouble…”

Because it’s all nonsense.

I did it because I thought that if I got caught, I wouldn’t end up being showered with poison.

“I have been resolving old feelings. “I asked to hold a memorial service for my mother every year.”

I smiled calmly at Hyangju Kimun, who was looking at me sadly, and answered.

“That damn thing must have shamelessly nodded.”

There wouldn’t be many people who would call Tang Baekho, a world-famous charlatan and the head of the Tang family, a damn bastard.

Since he is Hyang-Ah’s teacher, he must have quite a bit of ill will toward me.

“I thought it was an opportunity for an ugly child to show filial piety to his deceased mother.”

No matter what era it is, filial piety towards one’s parents works well for others.

When I looked at Hyangju Gi-mun proudly, as if I had done my duty as a child, Hyangju Gi-mun nodded, as if he had done well, even though he was displeased.

“…Have you ever heard anything about me?”

no. I don’t know anything other than the name.

It’s a big deal.

If I say I haven’t heard anything more, I might be sarcastic and not be helpful.

Is there a better way? A way to satisfy people by mixing facts and lies.

there is.

I opened my mouth with an expression buried in longing, like someone thinking about memories of their deceased mother.

“I only heard the name. However… the expression on his face is as if he is reminiscing about something, and he says that Master is like his parents. “He used to tell me that if you serve a teacher, you must respect and follow him for the rest of your life and never do anything that will pierce your heart.”

“How could a child who knew that drive a nail into his teacher’s chest like this?…”

One of Gimun Hyangju’s eyes trembled.

“I’m just sorry.”

“It’s not a story for a child to apologize for.”

“….”

Gimun Hyangju lifted up the fallen bear.

Is it reminiscing about memories with Hyang-ah?

Kimun Hyangju needed to sort out his emotions, so he smoked a cigarette until the surroundings became a raccoon den, and then opened his mouth with a bitter expression.

“Whoa. He was an intelligent child. “If I hadn’t fallen in love with that damn bastard, Ki-moon’s scent would have been that child, not me.”

“Gimun Hyangju may be upset, but as a result, I am holding hands with Hayeon Sojeo. “I’m just grateful to my mother.”

I deliberately held Lim Ha-yeon’s hand tightly.

“You…”

Wait. Ha-yeon Lim. Now is not your turn to be impressed.

This is because I am trying to naturally change the topic from Hyang-ah to Hayeon Sojeo.

“Whoa. A mother gives up everything for her child. My son does everything for love. “He is the mother and the son.”

Am I looking for Hyang-ah’s face beyond my face? Her eyes, which seemed to have been worn out from her life as a courtesan, were full of longing.

“Kimun Hyangju….”

“Yes. If that child thought of me as his mother, I should have done my duty as a mother of an ugly daughter. “Let me help you.”

“thank you.”

“thank you!”

Ha-yeon Lim came next to me, knelt down with me, and bowed her head.

good. If you do this, you will see a solution.

“I will do my best to free this child from her status as a runaway courtesan and bring back her miracle. “But there is one thing I doubt.”

Ki-moon Hyang-ju looked at Im Ha-yeon with his hand on his chin.

“What are your suspicions?”

“Domoon used too much power to catch that one kid. Until this day, Uichang Nokcheongpyoguk. “It’s especially strange that yesterday Dao Mun mobilized all his power to catch that kid.”

“If you know that Taoism attacked the Usan Branch, isn’t it because you have nothing to say even if you are attacked?”

“In that case, it is right that we should have tried to kill him instead of trying to capture him yesterday.”

“Surely dead men tell no tales.”

It’s true. Why did you try to catch me?

If the goal was to eliminate witnesses to the umbrella attack, they should have tried to kill them, not catch them yesterday.

“For what reason did that child….”

“I’ll tell you from there.”

The door opened behind me with a bang.

“Simun Hyangju?”

Behind him was Simun Hyangju, who had the face of a hunter who had finally caught his prey.

“Moji covenant. “I’ll tell you the whole story of this incident.”

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