A child of the Eulryeong Sword Queen.
Muk Yeonâs eyes wavered as he read those words on the scroll.
Watching his reaction, I lowered my gaze.
I was curious.
Just how would Muk Yeon, once a core figure in the Murim Alliance, react to anything related to the Eulryeong Sword Queen?
Did he know what happened during the so-called âwarâ?
And more importantlyâ
âWere you involved?â
I wanted to know Muk Yeonâs connection to that incident.
That was why I had included something I could have easily left out.
Show me.
If he knew something, even just a fragment of what he witnessed back thenâ
Show me a glimpse of that world you saw.
As I studied Muk Yeonâs expression,
ââ¦The Eulryeong Sword Queen⦠sheâ¦â
â...â
Muk Yeonâs voice trembled faintly.
And seeing that, I thought to myselfâ
âHold.â
His reaction was⦠subtle.
Not quite shock, but not nostalgia either.
What could he possibly feel nostalgic about?
It wasnât enough to suggest a clear memory.
And that was disappointing.
âThereâs no way you didnât know.â
The possibility that Muk Yeon was unaware of the Eulryeong Sword Queen?
Slim to none.
This man had been at the heart of the Murim Alliance during its golden age.
Even now, he was leading efforts to rebuild and reorganize the Alliance just weeks after his return.
Restoring public trust, purging corruption, and repairing broken systemsâall at a pace that left me speechless.
A man who had been resting for only a short time was already doing this much.
âI can only imagine what he was like back then.â
There was no way this man didnât know.
So there were only two possibilities.