Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 267

Chapter 267: The Lazy One Begins (2)

‘Well, at least it’s not that bad.’

Chung Yeon sighed in relief. He had looked forward to this day with anticipation and also with a lot of anxiety.

Due to Wei Yanho’s actions, the excitement of the final tournament of future leaders had faded. He had feared that the audience would leave, but there were still quite a few people.

Although there were some empty seats, Chung Yeon had to settle for that.

“At least, the final will be held.”

“Isn’t it thanks to the effort of the leader of Mount Hua?”

Chung Yeon smiled at the praise, but his insides were different.

‘Don’t say it’s over yet!’

The final hadn’t even started yet, but it felt like it was already ending. Even if it was a disappointing final, it was still a final.

“Is there anything to eat?”

*Click*.

Chung Yeon gritted his teeth unconsciously. He slowly turned his head and saw a young man almost lying on a chair.

“Bring some snacks.”

“…Yes.”

If it were someone else, Chung Yeon would have kicked them, but he didn’t want anything from that young man. He just wanted him to stay still until the tournament was over.

Because that guy has the power to attract trouble. There’s always trouble around him, and he even creates trouble.

‘And he’s the center of the martial world’s storm.’

At this moment, Wei Yanho was more famous than everyone present combined. The audience, which had been sparse during the semi-finals, had filled up because many people wanted to see Wei Yanho.

“Huuu.”

Chung Yeon took a deep breath.

He vowed not to take his eyes off Wei Yanho until the final was over. Wei Jeonghan, who should have been watching Wei Yanho, had excused himself saying that he couldn’t watch his youngest son while his eldest son was in the final. So Chung Yeon had to do it.

His blood pressure rose as he watched Wei Yanho eating snacks. He felt bad watching him eat.

‘Why do I dislike him so much?’

Wei Yanho hadn’t done anything wrong. He had caused a lot of trouble, but all those problems were caused by others and blamed on him.

The only problem Wei Yanho caused was giving up on the tournament, but you couldn’t blame a brother for not wanting to fight his older brother.

‘So, he’s not a bad guy.’

*Chomp chomp chomp chomp*.

Chung Yeon sighed as he watched Wei Yanho eating quickly.

I must stop thinking.

This is instinct. It’s foolish to try to understand why I don’t like him with logic. If you ask someone who hates insects why they hate them, they’ll have many reasons, but the main reason is, “I just don’t like them.”

Chung Yeon turned his head and looked at the stage. Two people were walking onto the stage.

‘The opponents are great.’

Wei Sanho versus Baek Geomyeong.

When they first organized the tournament, he thought that if no Mount Hua disciples made it to the final, it would be good to see these two fight.

The two had shared the title of best future leader until Wei Yanho appeared.

Although Wei Sanho has a better reputation recently, it’s because Baek Geomyeong has been absent. When Baek Geomyeong was active, he had a higher status than Wei Sanho.

Both were future leaders, but they were said to surpass the abilities of a future leader. So, who is the real best future leader…?

‘I don’t care!’

Chung Yeon trembled.

The supposed best future leader was eating snacks behind him.

What an important final.

With a troubled heart, he looked back, but Wei Yanho looked at him innocently, as if he didn’t know anything.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.”

“I saw you squinting, so I thought I had done something wrong.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Should I stop eating?”

“Does it look like I’m like this because of the snacks?”

“No, well…”

Wei Yanho shrugged and said:

“Since you live in the highest and most dangerous mountains in Shaanxi, it’s hard to get snacks.”

“Are you saying that Mount Hua can’t get snacks?”

“They can get them. But you’re not going to get them. If I think about the young people who will have to go down to buy snacks, it makes me want to cry, so the snacks get stuck in my throat.”

Then, don’t eat and just talk.

How can he eat while talking?

“Ugh.”

Chung Yeon shook his head.

“Aren’t you nervous because your brother is in the final?”

“I’m not participating, why should I be nervous?”

“Your family is in the final, and you’re not nervous! Don’t you care about your family?”

Wei Yanho scoffed at Chung Yeon’s reaction.

“Adults always say we shouldn’t be nervous in battle, but they say it’s bad not to be nervous.”

“…It’s a family matter.”

“Yes, I feel like it’s my business. That’s why I’m not nervous. Is there a problem?”

I shouldn’t talk to him.

Chung Yeon, who came to the obvious conclusion that everyone who knows Wei Yanho comes to, stared at the stage with resignation.

‘This is hopeless.’

Then, at least, they must do well.

Chung Yeon looked at the two who were talking on the stage with an anxious expression.

‘Please!’

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“Do you think you can do it?”

Wei Sanho brought his sword closer to his chest upon hearing Wei Jeonghan.

“I will do my best.”

“Yes. I trust you.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t get confused. It doesn’t mean I think you’ll win.”

Wei Sanho looked at Wei Jeonghan. Wei Jeonghan said seriously:

“Winning or losing doesn’t matter. If you lose, you can win next time. I don’t worry about a defeat, you don’t need to be afraid of losing. Don’t be afraid of losing.”

Wei Sanho’s eyes widened.

“But!”

Wei Jeonghan said firmly:

“What you shouldn’t leave behind is regret. Don’t regret not giving your best. It’s better to fight with all your might and lose. I want you to be someone who always gives their best.”

Wei Sanho smiled.

“I’m working on that.”

“Yes. He’s my son, of course he should!”

Wei Sanho felt his heart warming.

Sometimes he felt like he received too much affection. He didn’t feel like he had been a good son, but his parents always trusted him. It’s not because he’s talented. Even if he were a fool, Wei Jeonghan and Han Sang-ah would see him the same.

Although it might be a burden, Wei Sanho felt strengthened instead of pressured.

“Then, I’m leaving.”

“Yes!”

Wei Sanho bowed slightly to Wei Jeonghan and turned around. Baek Geomyeong was waiting for him in the center of the stage.

Wei Sanho walked to the other side of Baek Geomyeong.

“Sorry for making you wait.”

“No.”

Baek Geomyeong shook his head.

“Don’t worry. I should apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“Yes.”

A smile appeared on Baek Geomyeong’s lips.

“Since you’ll lose your title of best future leader today, how could I not apologize?”

Wei Sanho’s eyes darkened.

“It won’t be easy.”

“Well, now that I think about it, that’s strange. You’ve already had the title taken from you. By your brother.”

“…….”

“How does it feel to lose without fighting?”

Wei Sanho was unmoved by Baek Geomyeong’s provocation. He had no reason to be.

“First.”

Wei Sanho spoke:

“I never thought I was the best future leader. So, I’m not sad to lose that title.”

Baek Geomyeong’s eyes flashed.

“Second, that title has gone where it should go, so I’m not upset. Finally…”

Wei Sanho took a deep breath and continued:

“I couldn’t fight him because I’m weak. If I had fought him as an older brother, he wouldn’t have given up. So, I shouldn’t be upset, but ashamed.”

“Hmm.”

Baek Geomyeong tilted his head.

“You are brothers, but you have very different personalities.”

“…So they say.”

“I apologize for the misunderstanding. I thought you were like Wei Yanho, but now I know your appearance isn’t hypocrisy.”

Wei Sanho’s expression changed subtly.

‘Like Wei Yanho?’

That’s not something someone who only heard rumors about Wei Yanho could say. It seems he knows a lot about Wei Yanho.

Baek Geomyeong smiled bitterly.

“You are a gentleman. But unfortunately, I am not. So, even if it’s something petty, at least I’ll get revenge on you for what your brother did to me.”

“Have you met my brother?”

“No.”

Baek Geomyeong seemed to mutter something, but Wei Sanho couldn’t hear him.

“That doesn’t matter. The important thing is that you will lose today.”

Wei Sanho raised his sword.

“Maybe. But it won’t be easy.”

“It won’t be easy?”

Baek Geomyeong laughed.

“A frog in a well doesn’t know how big the world is. You have gained fame, but you don’t know your own level.”

“…….”

Wei Sanho didn’t respond, tightening his grip on the sword.

“I will show you why your sword cannot match mine.”

Baek Geomyeong slowly drew his sword.

The air on the stage turned cold. On the cold stage, the two faced each other.