Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 349

**Chapter 349: The Loafer Wanders the World (4)**

His heart beat incessantly.

His ragged breath escaped forcefully. Sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes.

“Huu. Huu.”

The strong smell of blood subsided. No, he had grown accustomed to the smell of blood that filled the world.

*Whoosh*.

Wei Jeonghan wiped the blood from his sword.

How long had he been fighting?

How many people had fallen under his sword?

Meaningless blood.

And meaningless death.

What was this fight for?

There was no time to think.

Wei Jeonghan gritted his teeth as he saw three flying daggers approaching.

This was the battlefield.

A place where life became death, and humans became corpses.

A place where there was no need to think.

*Clang! Clang!*

The flying daggers were repelled by Wei Jeonghan’s sword. His sword pierced the neck of a member of the Demon Cult.

*Slash!*

With a sound that one never gets used to, the head of the Demon Cult member went flying. His body fell to the ground and convulsed.

Blood gushing.

The smell of blood intensified.

‘I wish it would rain.’

Then the smell of blood would subside.

The battlefield never ceases to be shocking. Before coming here, everyone had their own thoughts and intentions.

But when the battle begins, humans disappear.

Only those possessed by the hatred of killing the enemy remain.

‘Me too.’

If it weren’t a battlefield, he wouldn’t have killed anyone so easily.

A place where killing is natural. That was the battlefield.

He didn’t hesitate to kill. Wei Jeonghan wasn’t good enough to feel compassion for the demons of the Demon Cult.

But would he have hesitated if they weren’t demons?

No.

There is nothing here.

No justice, no purpose, no cause.

Nothing he believed he was pursuing existed here. Only the smell of blood and humans fighting to survive. Yes, only humans.

“Kuh!”

Wei Jeonghan stopped when he felt pain in his leg. Someone had cut him with a dagger.

One always had to be careful, but it was impossible to verify the death of everyone on a battlefield full of corpses.

*Puf!*

Wei Jeonghan, who had killed the fallen demon, raised his head.

The sun was setting.

Wei Jeonghan felt a strange emotion as he saw the red sky.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the sky was stained red with the sunset. A completely red world.

Where is it going?

‘Justice?’

What nonsense.

How can one seek justice on a battlefield where everyone kills each other?

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Wei Jeonghan was startled to hear a voice behind him.

‘Where am I?’

He was far from the main group. How did he get so far?

No. He wasn’t pushed. He couldn’t keep up with the main group. He was too focused on killing.

But no one called him.

Was everyone too busy? Or…?

‘How pathetic.’

Wei Jeonghan raised the corner of his lips.

On the battlefield, one must protect oneself. But is he blaming others? Self-pity began to fill him.

“I know you. Are you Wei Jeonghan? Yes. The Sword of the Righteous Hero, Wei Jeonghan.”

“The soldiers know my name. It’s an honor.”

“It means you’ve done a lot. But this is the end.”

The demons began to surround him.

Ten of them.

Even in his best condition, it would be difficult for him to defeat three. That means…

‘I’m going to die.’

Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly.

He will die in the war.

An ordinary death. But what he regretted was…

“What a pathetic death.”

“You were brave. If you weren’t my enemy, I would have praised you. If you had understood the will of heaven…”

“It doesn’t seem like we should talk.”

“Yes. That’s what the Sword of the Righteous Hero does.”

Sword of the Righteous Hero.

Wei Jeonghan couldn’t help but mock his situation.

What is justice and righteousness?

He had never achieved the justice and righteousness he desired. What did they see in him to talk about justice and righteousness?

The fact that those who recognized his ironic title were his enemies, not his allies, disappointed him.

‘Stay calm.’

Wei Jeonghan closed his eyes slightly.

If he was trapped in an inevitable death, he shouldn’t resist, but accept death. Maintaining calm until the end was his last pride.

“I bet.”

Wei Jeonghan raised his sword and smiled bitterly:

“Let’s see how many I can take with me.”

A tension formed between Wei Jeonghan and the demons.

But it didn’t last long.

“Attack!”

As soon as the order was given, ten daggers flew towards Wei Jeonghan.

‘Stay calm.’

Wei Jeonghan gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the sword.

“No one can stay calm in the face of death.”

*Whoosh!*

A sound like tearing silk resonated in his ears.

But it wasn’t silk.

It was people.

Members of the Demon Cult.

The members of the Demon Cult who lunged at Wei Jeonghan fell to the ground with their waists cut.

Rain.

Rain of blood.

Wei Jeonghan was hit by the rain of blood. He looked around with dazed eyes.

He saw a familiar figure approaching the last demon.

And he saw the demon trembling as if he had seen a ghost.

“Why… are you…”

*Crack*.

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

A demon with eyes full of disbelief fell to the ground.

“I should have waited a little longer. I wanted to see if you could stay calm until the end.”

Wei Jeonghan sighed:

“There’s no need to check that. He probably would have pissed himself and begged for his life. I’m like that.”

“Well, there’s nothing to say now. You’re good, but you’re not fun.”

“How did you get here? Jeok Moku.”

Jeok Mokuwoo turned his head:

‘What an image.’

Every time he saw this man, Wei Jeonghan felt like he was seeing a painting. It wasn’t just because of his appearance.

There was always a mysterious atmosphere around him. A dark atmosphere that seemed to absorb people.

“I thought you would be in danger because you had separated from the main group. You’re dumber than I thought.”

“Ha…”

Main group?

Someone he had never seen before in the main group was talking a lot.

He was still mysterious.

Still.

“So you abandoned the main group? You’re crazy.”

“How do you feel about receiving help from that madman?”

“Very bad.”

Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly and threw his sword.

‘He killed so many demons in one blow.’

He was incredibly powerful. He knew he was powerful, but not that much.

The Sword of the Righteous Hero was famous for being powerful among the young warriors, but compared to Jeok Mokuwoo, he was like a firefly in front of the sun.

‘Is there anyone who can defeat him?’

He was a man who made people think that just with his movements.

But why were there no rumors about him despite his abilities?

The more he knew him, the less he understood him.

Jeok Mokuwoo wiped the blood from his hands and gestured:

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

Jeok Mokuwoo looked at the sunset.

Wei Jeonghan couldn’t take his eyes off him.

This man’s appearance always made him feel empty. As if his heart resonated with the man’s emptiness. How much regret and emptiness did he feel for even Wei Jeonghan to feel that way?

The expression of Jeok Mokuwoo, who looked at Wei Jeonghan, had changed.

“Well… the sun is setting, so the battle will end. No one wants to fight until the end.”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s obvious. Let’s go drink.”

“We’ll be treated as dead.”

“That’s fine too. My next title will be the Sword of the Righteous Hero who returned from hell.”

“What nonsense.”

Jeok Mokuwoo laughed and walked forward.

Wei Jeonghan shook his head and followed him. He couldn’t reject what he said. Or perhaps Wei Jeonghan’s anxiety and dissatisfaction came out when he was with him.

The transgressions he couldn’t do alone became natural with him.

But there was something he couldn’t forget.

‘Why does he seem so lonely?’

That man’s back.

***

Wei Jeonghan looked at the ceiling with a dazed expression:

‘How intense.’

He had lived with that for almost twenty years. Why did he remember it now?

Like a vivid dream.

Wei Jeonghan rubbed his face.

After dreaming about Jeok Mokuwoo, he always felt depressed. He felt heavy, as if his body was being absorbed by water.

That was strange.

Looking back, he had always had fun with him. Why did he feel like that when he remembered him?

‘I must forget it.’

Remembering it didn’t help. For him and…

Wei Jeonghan jumped up and opened the window.

The sunlight shone gently through the window, caressing his body.

As if to console him.

“Jeok Mokuwoo.”

Wei Jeonghan murmured:

“Children must live in a brighter world, different from ours. I think that’s my duty.”

It was enough for them—the adults—to walk the path of pain woven by their own ties.
Children should live a life free from such suffering.

“Wei Yanho will receive an award from the emperor.”

Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly:

“Of course you would congratulate him, wouldn’t you?”

He seemed to hear Jeok Mokuwoo’s voice beyond the blue sky.

The voice of his friend that he could no longer hear.

“I must prepare myself.”

Wei Jeonghan turned around.

There are truths that must be kept hidden. For the sake of all, he would keep that secret forever.

“So watch them, okay? See how the children live…”

Wi Jeonghan’s bitter voice slowly faded away.