Chapter 252: Fact Violence

– Raise your head. You little f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e!

I stood in the cool room and bowed my head at the same time. I hadn’t expected it to come out like this. He couldn’t stop laughing and his stomach hurt. Choi Seul-ki was also holding her stomach, which shows how much she enjoyed it.

It’s almost unbearable to be under the castle walls, but then I remembered Elia, who could be seen from a distance, and I immediately started looking for her. Meanwhile, Lee Wanyong kept opening his mouth.

– I told him to stop squirming and raise his head. b.i.t.c.h!

He’s like a general in his ambition. Even though we haven’t started yet, those people from the west and south who are still being polite must be quite embarra.s.sed.

– I’ve been listening to you down there, and I’ve had enough. There is no such thing as a suffering citizen in this place, you b.i.t.c.h. You know that best, don’t you, VIP customer number three, Sword Saint Hayuri. You look like you’re masturbating to yourself as you drum and bang away. Phew.

That laugh is terrible. It was so condescending that I wanted to jump up on the podium and slap him, but I couldn’t imagine how ridiculous it would be for the listeners. Come to think of it, I’d heard that his former employer was a slave trader and that the Sword Saint was also a client, so he probably knew a lot about it.

While he was watching Lee Wanyong nervously, he heard a voice from the other side.

“I heard you calling.”

The scene is a must see, even if it is a bit inconvenient to call Elia out of the situation room.

” The Queen of the West… “

” I know… I understand.”

As Elia immediately began to sing, I sat down in the right place and began to watch the Sword Saint. She was indeed holding it up, just as Lee Wanyong had said. I could tell from her slightly frozen face that she was stunned.

Since she had been stepping on her successor’s toes since she was first called to this world, she probably never expected to hear such words.

– You know best that there are no slaves in the East, don’t you? You know best that it’s no longer a trade. I can’t imagine what you did with your back hole when you were only dealing with the younger ones. Without you, the attrition would not have been so great. The invisible hand of Adam Smith, so f.u.c.king much.

He’s not quite sure how to react. She was biting her lip slightly, and her complexion was a little pale, and she looked very nervous, and I don’t know if it was an act or not, but it was a little refreshing to see that expression.

The holy knights who were helping the child with the Sword Saint looked around with a very embarra.s.sed expression, and it seemed that they were worried about public opinion. There would be no smoke from the chimney at this time. Even in the west, strange rumors can be heard in the back alleys.

Of course, the guys who started the rumors are either dead or disappeared without a trace, and the guys themselves are probably in disbelief, but even bringing up some of the more ridiculous rumors buried in the depths of the ocean is a pretty big blow to the Sword Saint.

– It was seven years ago, right? Seven years ago, you bought three of them at face value, and you’ve been buying them on a regular basis ever since. You. You’ve bought over a hundred humans before the slave trade was completely shut down, and you’ve even brought home a few monsters as special gifts. Somora thrives because of you.

As he continued to rattle off his Sword Saint purchases, I thought, ‘That’s pretty impressive.

This guy… I’ve memorized it.

I got goose b.u.mps. They say opportunity favors the prepared. Lee Wanyong This guy exposed every inch of the Sword Saint as if he knew he was going to be up there.

The expression on the Sword Saint crumpled a little more, and a loud voice immediately followed. It was Jung Wiyoung, the so-called right-hand man of the Sword Saint.

– “I will not listen to groundless slander. This side sincerely wishes to speak to the Queen of the East and the Queen of the North. If you speak now, you will confess that you have been trading in slaves.

– If you don’t want to hear it, you can plug your ears. It’s because of people like you that they can’t think straight. I’ve traded slaves. I’ve traded with who? I’ve done most of my business with the divine wh.o.r.e next to you. And I never said that I was still trading slaves. That was when that a.s.shole Chang Ziying was in charge, and the great Queen of the East, Chang Je-ri, had the heads of those involved blown off, a.s.shole.

A divine wh.o.r.e is not a bad drip. I nodded, and the Sword Saint rolled its eyes again.

“Foohahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

” Divine wh.o.r.e!”

Lee Wanyong had become a hero of the East and the North. The shouts of “Divine Wh.o.r.e” from those on the city walls created a resounding sound. A quick glance at Chang Je-ri and the Northern Queen reveals a look of satisfaction on their faces. Choi Seul Gi is still clutching her stomach.

“Clean your ears and listen to me, people from the western region. Do you really think that this is the only rotten part of the Sword Saint Woman? Isn’t it strange that Choi Young-hoon, who was perfectly healthy, suddenly died? The initial announcement of poisoning is also absurd. It wasn’t the eastern, northern, or southern regions that did it. Of course, the culprit must be someone from within. Doesn’t it make the most sense for the Sword Saint to have properly plunged the Sword Saint into the back of the master who raised and cherished her? After all, if it weren’t for her, there wouldn’t be anyone capable of killing Choi Young-hoon. At best, the only person beside her would be Jeong Ji-young. Oh dear. It seems like these people have turned against each other!”

There is no physical evidence, but there is suspicion. It’s a rather illogical joke, but quite amusing. Lee Wanyong did his best to do his duty. I’m not sure about Sword Saint, but Jeong Ji-young’s face had turned quite red, as if he had been hit to the core.

I couldn’t confirm if they had actually turned on each other, but for now, I believed that there was some validity to the idea that Sword Saint had killed Choi Young-hoon.

“Holy debauched wh.o.r.e!”

The outcry grew louder, and it seemed as if the hearts of those who had to pretend to be good and polite were on fire.

“I won’t tolerate any more nonsense. Insulting the former commander of the Holy Knights is an insult to the entire western region. If you say one more word, I will tear you apart without hesitation.”

Lee Wanyong seemed to flinch slightly. There was no way he wouldn’t be terrified in his position. However, he continued to speak, perhaps feeling that he had gone too far.

“Didn’t you make a lot of noise before? There are no suffering people here. There are no hungry people. Even though conditions here are worse than in the Western Region, this is how it is. Instead of worrying about poor people who don’t even live in your city, take care of the people who are starving in your city. Don’t spend money recklessly! It’s not that the country has no money; it’s that there are too many thieves. And guess where those thieves are? Right here.”

“Nonsense! The suffering of the summoners from the northern and eastern regions has already spread to the entire continent.”

“There are only big cities in the southwest and northeast, so I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me remind you of what you said. The Holy Knights of the West are wh.o.r.es! I even had a taste of them last night, you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! This fact is known throughout the continent! Puhahaha!”

“Even the eastern region knows this! Hahaha!”

Seeing the reaction of the soldiers from the eastern and northern regions to Lee Wanyong’s words, another round of laughter erupted. The earlier uncomfortable laughter resurfaced, and Jeong Ji-young, unable to hold back any longer, unleashed his magic and sent a precise attack towards Lee Wanyong.

“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!!! How dare you…”

It was a tremendous power, but it had no effect. Jang Yeri raised her hand as if she had been prepared, and a black, distorted creature appeared. It intercepted Lee Wanyong’s attack. The distance was great, and Lee Wanyong, who was standing next to Jang Yeri, had no chance of being hit.

After the black creature disappeared, Lee Wanyong was seen sitting on the ground, visibly tense. He seemed to be aware of the danger, but he kept gulping water as if his work wasn’t done yet.

The Sword Saint, who had recommended surrender, was admonishing Jeong Ji-young as if questioning what he had done. It was even more absurd.

“You d.a.m.ned boy, you could have stopped it a little earlier, but you only pretended to stop it after everything was blown up.

Lee Wanyong’s words were true. The Sword Saint had clearly been provoked. It seemed that Lee Wanyong’s blow had hit deep. Jeong Ji-young was in an agitated state, so the Sword Saint began to speak slowly, trying to calm him down.

“This is shameful. I’d like to show you your current condition through a mirror. Our Southwest Alliance has been respectful and considerate of you from the beginning to the end. I can tolerate being insulted, but I cannot tolerate insulting my master and other summoners from the western region at the same time. I swear to G.o.d that I have never had any dealings with the East, and I have never killed my master. The people of the western region are not fools; they have their own will and have stood here for justice.

“You d.a.m.n b.i.t.c.h.”

I found myself subconsciously muttering as I listened to the Sword Saint’s voice.

“I drew my sword against the same evil group as you, for the sake of those who suffer. We have risen. No matter how much you belittle us with false accusations, our resolve will never waver. We have fought for many things, fought to survive. We have fought monsters, fought without knowing what honor is, just to survive. We shed unnecessary blood and had to turn a blind eye to unpleasant things because we survived through such hardships.”

“Hah… you really talk well. Kim Taesung, are you listening?”

I nodded in response to Choi Seulgi’s words. Looking at Choi Seulgi, it was only natural to have an incredulous expression. Lee Wanyong’s face, on the other hand, looked quite worried. He seemed to be uncomfortable with the Sword Saint calmly guiding the atmosphere.

“I, too, am a sinner. I have also turned my gaze to those who are suffering. I was brought here without knowing anything, just to survive! Just to live! I have turned my head to the people in other cities who are suffering. But now I have vowed not to turn away. Former Commander Choi Young-hoon always told me, ‘Never turn your head away from those in need. I only took it to heart in a narrow sense, but… now I am determined not to turn away anymore.”

After taking a breath, the Sword Saint spoke again.

“Everyone! We can no longer turn away. Until now, we have fought to survive, but now is the time to raise our swords to protect our humanity! We must wield our swords to preserve our ideals.”

The Sword Saint’s ability to instantly calm the uproarious atmosphere was quite impressive. Even a thunderous cheer erupted.

“Wahhhhh!”

“Wahhhhh!”

I cursed inwardly as I turned off Elia’s magic and waited for the Sword Saint’s words, as this absurd situation left Lee Wanyong seemingly speechless. At that moment, his mouth slowly opened.

“So what?”