Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 515

**Chapter 515: The Lazy Visits the Demon Cult (5)**

Wei Yanho looked towards the watchtower and commented,

“It seems they’ve recognized us.”

“See? I told you they would recognize us.”

“But this is strange.”

Wei Yanho pursed his lips skeptically.

When Wei Yanho asked if they wouldn’t cause confusion by approaching like this, Wei Jeonghan replied, “They are people who already know us, there’s no problem.”

It bordered on the absurd.

They were covered from head to toe in clothes that hid even their faces. Not even a father would recognize his own son in those conditions, how could people who hadn’t seen each other for more than ten years recognize each other?

Normally, they wouldn’t recognize each other even face to face.

However, things seemed to be unfolding as he said, which bothered him.

“Could it be that they know we aren’t just ordinary members of the Demon Cult?”

“Geez, why can’t you trust your own father?”

“…To trust, one must give reasons to do so.”

“Do you want me to hit you?”

“I always trust you, father.”

“That’s better.”

Wei Yanho sighed deeply as he watched Wei Jeonghan shrug.

*’It seems his condition is getting worse and worse.’*

The Wei Jeonghan that Wei Yanho remembered was a relatively serious person. Sure, he had always been a nagging father to him, but at least he showed a more formal attitude to others.

However, observing his father recently, he was beginning to question whether there was really any seriousness in that man.

He didn’t know if it was because he had grown up and now saw aspects that had previously gone unnoticed, or if Wei Jeonghan had simply changed over time.

“They’re coming.”

Wei Jeonghan slowly advanced towards the group descending from the watchtower. The leader of the group greeted him with an uncomfortable expression.

“Are you really who I think you are?”

“It’s been a long time, sir.”

“What an unpleasant visit we’ve received.”

Wei Jeonghan removed the cloth covering his face and gave a mocking smile.

“What are you saying? After more than ten years without seeing each other.”

“That’s why I say it’s unpleasant. These ten years without you were peaceful. You coming all the way here only confirms that war is about to break out.”

“…Excuse me?”

The man who greeted Wei Jeonghan, Yeom Mong, sighed and said,

“Weren’t you the one who always appeared like a dog after a fight? Wherever you were, problems always arose out of nowhere. And now that you’ve come here, it’s a sign that this place will soon be engulfed in chaos.”

Hearing Yeom Mong’s words, Jangil was startled.

“I-Is that hereditary?”

“No. Perhaps the cause lies not in him, but in the other,” Peng Dogeuk said coldly, causing Jangil to react.

“Huh? Now that I think about it…”

He had always thought that incidents and problems followed Wei Yanho wherever he went. But upon reflection, he realized that wherever Wei Yanho went, Wei Jeonghan was also there.

“Could it be possible?”

Feeling the piercing gazes on him, Wei Jeonghan feigned innocence.

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”

“I wish it were just nonsense. Well, who are these people who have come with you to hell… I mean, for a visit?”

“My son and his friends.”

“Your son? Ah, your son…”

Yeom Mong’s gaze went directly to Wei Yanho.

“Then this must be the famous Wei Yanho.”

“That’s right.”

Although the term “famous” sounded ambiguous, Wei Jeonghan didn’t inquire about it. The rumors about Wei Yanho were so varied that those who didn’t know him in person had very diverse impressions of him.

Of course, after meeting him, all those impressions quickly unified into one.

“He’s definitely your son.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. Hearing the rumors, I thought, ‘Sure, that’s to be expected.'”

“It should sound like a compliment, but it doesn’t make me feel good.”

“That’s normal.”

Wei Yanho tilted his head as he watched the two men joke naturally.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re just casual acquaintances.”

“Mmm. Yanho, say hello. He’s your father’s senior.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Wei Yanho.”

When Wei Yanho bowed respectfully, Yeom Mong looked at him with a peculiar expression.

“Hmm, he looks like a smart kid… why did he have to be born as this guy’s son?”

“What a malicious comment!”

Wei Jeonghan was irritated, but Yeom Mong only chuckled.

“Come in. This isn’t the best place to talk. No matter how hard I try, I never get used to these damn sandstorms. Even if you’re unwanted guests, it’s only polite to receive you.”

With those words, Yeom Mong led them inside the camp.

Wei Jeonghan followed closely, and the others followed behind.

As they headed to the camp, Jangil glanced around.

*”How can people live in a place like this?”*

The fact that there were barracks and watchtowers suggested that they had been there for at least a month or two. But how could someone live in this desolate wasteland, without a trace of water or vegetation?

He now understood what it meant to “resist out of a sense of duty, even at the cost of life.” Surviving in a place like this was impossible without unwavering determination.

He felt deep respect.

*”Thanks to people like them, the martial world still retains its peace.”*

And they weren’t the only ones.

How many more were there in the world? People who gave up their lives to protect the peace, without seeking recognition. That was the life of a true hero…

“What the hell? Is this a pigsty?”

His shock vanished the instant he entered the barracks.

The interior was so disastrous that even Jangil, a beggar, was horrified.

“Did you fight the Demon Cult in here?”

“This? It’s always like this.”

“…This is habitable?”

“Coming from a beggar, the criticism hurts more. We think so too. It wasn’t so dirty at first, but at some point it deteriorated.”

“A ‘little’?”

“Let’s say ‘a lot’. Happy?”

Wei Jeonghan clicked his tongue.

“You come to visit and start criticizing. How rude.”

“Really…?”

Jangil looked around in astonishment, but Wei Jeonghan had already turned his head away.

*”How can it be SO dirty?”*

It was hard to believe that anyone could live there. However, Wei Jeonghan, as if he were used to it, kicked some piles of trash off the floor and sat down as if he owned the place.

“Do you have anything to drink?”

“In a place where even water is hard to get, you ask me for tea?”

“Then you must have alcohol, right?”

“Grr…”

Yeom Mong frowned.

“Why are you acting like this is familiar to you?”

“How can I not be familiar? Weren’t most of the camps like this in the past?”

“Damn it. Guys, bring the alcohol!”

“Alcohol? Division Chief, we don’t have any left…”

“Dig up the one we hid!”

“T-that one?”

“What? Is there a problem?”

“N-no, sir.”

At Yeom Mong’s anger, the members ran out. Probably to dig up the hidden alcohol. Seeing this, Wei Jeonghan smiled.

“Even if you don’t admit it, it seems like you’re happy with my visit. To the point of digging up the reserved alcohol?”

“That alcohol was to celebrate the day we leave this place alive.”

“…Excuse me?”

Yeom Mong sighed.

“From the moment you arrived, the chances of getting out alive were reduced. Better drink it now before it’s too late.”

Wei Jeonghan was speechless, like a fool with honey in his mouth.

Behind them, the murmurs of the young men could be heard.

“Wow, what… what a good sense of humor he has.”

“The only one who jokes too much here is you. You used to be so dry that not a drop of blood would come out even if you pricked you. When did you become so annoying?”

“You’re the same, sir.”

Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly.

*”It seems time has stopped here.”*

It was a scene that brought him nostalgia. During the war against the Demon Cult, most of the camps had this atmosphere. When you could die the next day, who would have the energy to clean?

That’s why the war camps always looked like pigsties.

While the others left the battlefield and resumed their lives, this place remained exactly the same.

*”And it’s understandable.”*

Because, literally, they were still at war against the Demon Cult.

While the others ended the war and found some stability, they continued to fight. Not because they liked the war, but because someone had to do it, and they believed that someone was them.

Nameless heroes, heroes who would not be remembered.

Wei Jeonghan’s chest filled with melancholy.

Yeom Mong sat down in front of him without saying anything. When he took his seat, Wei Yanho and the others also settled in.

After a while of looking at Wei Jeonghan disapprovingly, Yeom Mong spoke,

“How is the martial world?”

An abrupt question. But Wei Jeonghan answered as if he had expected it.

“I don’t know how to describe it. The martial world… is still the martial world. Everything continues as always.”

“I see…”

Yeom Mong nodded.

Perhaps that was what he wanted to hear.

Not empty words about the world being at peace thanks to their vigilance. He just wanted to know that the world was still the same.

Because that world was the one they defended. And the one they hoped to return to someday.

“You’ve been here a long time.”

“I don’t have any family there. What would I do in such a boring place?”

Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly.

Yeom Mong had always been like that.

He was also sarcastic in the past. He rarely said anything kind, even to himself.

That’s why he was able to live in a place like this.

Wei Jeonghan deeply respected the Supreme Sovereign and valued the teachings of the Master of Divine Abilities. But if he had to choose the person he admired most in his life, he would not hesitate to choose Yeom Mong.

“Did you come all the way here because you have something to gain?”

“I came to dig up the alcohol you hid.”

“You weren’t so foolish to make pointless jokes before. People change, but don’t exaggerate. It feels forced.”

Wei Jeonghan smiled slightly.

Behind that frown, he perceived warmth. With age, you learn to read the intentions behind the words.

“I came to confirm the movements of the Demon Cult.”

“Why come to see the obvious? We already informed the Righteous Martial Alliance, and you aren’t in such a low position as to not have access to that information.”

“I’m not looking for obvious information, but live information.”

“Live information?”

Yeom Mong furrowed his brow.

“Could it be…?”

At the question, Wei Jeonghan hesitated, but he couldn’t lie.

“…Yes.”

Yeom Mong looked at him in silence. After a long moment, he spoke,

“Get out of here right now.”

The atmosphere in the barracks froze instantly.