Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 520
Chapter 520: The Lazy One Prepares (5)
“Uracha!”
Wei Yanho jumped up from his spot.
“W-what’s wrong?”
Jangil shouted in fright at the sudden movement of Wei Yanho.
“Why are you so startled?”
“How could I not be startled?! Get up like a normal person!”
Jangil yelled at the top of his lungs.
If anyone else had gotten up like that, it would have ended with a simple, “what a peculiar way to get up.” But for Wei Yanho to do so could only cause surprise.
This was the same Wei Yanho who, even after opening his eyes, took at least a shichen (2 hours) to get up. Throughout the entire journey to Xinjiang, what tormented Jangil the most wasn’t the sandstorms or the arid land, but waking Wei Yanho up every morning.
How difficult it had been to persuade, cajole, kick, and yell to get Wei Yanho up, who seemed to have glue on his back and refused to get up.
Seeing that guy suddenly get up like that could only cause surprise.
“Did you have a nightmare or something? Doing things you never do.”
“Lazy.”
“Huh?”
“The early bird catches the worm. Be more diligent.”
“Hey, you…”
Jangil opened his mouth in astonishment.
For those words to come from Wei Yanho’s mouth, of all people… If he had even an ounce of self-awareness, Wei Yanho could never say something like that.
“That’s why you’re Lazy.”
“Do you even know how diligent a beggar has to be?! A beggar who doesn’t get up early doesn’t get any alms. That’s why they sleep on the streets so they don’t lose their spot!”
“That you consider that diligent shows how lost you are.”
“That beggar is more diligent than you!”
“And that’s an achievement? Anyone should be more diligent than you.”
“…Huh?”
Is that true?
Why is this guy saying something so true?
It felt unfairly treated, but since it was true, he couldn’t refute it.
Wei Yanho rolled up the blanket that was in its place and put it away before stretching lazily.
“Auuh, the floor is hard, my back hurts.”
“You’re a martial master. How can you complain about back pain from that?”
“It hurts, what can I do? Hey, what about breakfast?”
“Am I your wife? Your servant? Why are you asking me for food?!”
“God, I was just asking. What a bad temper.”
“Ugh, this is infuriating!”
Wei Yanho punched Jangil on the head, who was hitting his chest, and left the barracks.
“Let’s see.”
Wei Jeonghan was already outside.
“You’re already up?”
Wei Jeonghan’s eyes widened when he saw Wei Yanho come out of the barracks.
“You, what’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you’re awake at this hour. The sun… the sun, the sun!”
Wei Jeonghan confirmed that the sun was clearly rising in the east before looking at Wei Yanho in disbelief.
“Does something hurt?”
“…If something hurt, I’d get up late.”
“Right. You’re right. But…”
The genuine surprise in Wei Jeonghan’s reaction saddened Wei Yanho a little.
“Well, I can get up early sometimes!”
“Right. It can happen. But…”
“Enough.”
Wei Yanho waved his hand.
Wei Jeonghan, who was staring at him with wide eyes, let out a sigh.
“When my senior said that seeing me made him feel like misfortune was approaching, I was a little upset, but now I understand what he meant. Seeing you get up so early, it seems like something terrible will happen today.”
“Is that what you say to your son?”
“Just because you’re my son, I say it, you bastard!”
While the two were arguing, the door to the barracks opened abruptly, and Yeom Mong came out.
“A little silence! Is this a marketplace? What? Do you want to send a message to the damned Demon Cult to let them know you’re here?”
“They’ll know anyway, won’t they?”
“They know we’re here, but they don’t know you’re here, that’s why I’m saying it.”
“There’s no reason to hide…”
Yeom Mong’s face turned red.
“Tell me, Jeonghan.”
“Yes, senior.”
“Are all sons like this?”
“Speaking as a father, it’s true that my son is especially rude, lacks common sense, and has many problems, but it seems like most parents complain about the same thing.”
“…How glad I am that I didn’t get married.”
Yeom Mong shook his head.
“I think you have to distinguish between not getting married and not being able to get married.”
“…Wow, you touched a sore spot.”
Seeing Yeom Mong’s hurt expression, Wei Yanho regretted it and changed the subject.
“But uncle, if you had wanted to, you could have gotten married whenever you wanted. Even someone like my father got married, after all.”
“What do I have to do with that?”
“Do you want me to tell her?”
“I’ve always lived thanking your mother.”
Yeom Mong sighed at the conversation between father and son.
“Enough, go get breakfast.”
“I was just hungry.”
“Tss.”
Yeom Mong clicked his tongue and turned around.
‘He’s worse than young Jeonghan.’
Wei Jeonghan was also quite insolent in his youth. He lived oblivious to hierarchies and manners. If something went against his principles, he didn’t hesitate to confront even his superiors.
That’s why he was marginalized.
But Wei Yanho was even more brazen than Jeonghan, and his tongue seemed to spin twice as fast.
‘And he must be several times stronger.’
Who could control someone like that? For Yeom Mong, who couldn’t even control Wei Jeonghan, it was impossible.
If half of the stories he had heard about Wei Yanho were true, then this was a master that Yeom Mong couldn’t even touch. Reaching that level at his age was truly amazing. However…
‘The timing is inopportune.’
If Wei Yanho grew a little more, the future of the martial world would be bright. But he wasn’t completely mature yet. Although he was already strong enough, he didn’t surpass the level of one among many masters in the world.
In twenty years, no, at least ten more years, the situation would be different.
Yeom Mong shook his head.
‘It’s greed.’
When do things in the world turn out the way one wants?
If Wei Yanho grew in ten years, the Demon Cult would also strengthen, and other problems would arise. There’s never enough preparation. Perfect preparation doesn’t exist.
“What do you plan to do after breakfast?”
At Yeom Mong’s question, Wei Jeonghan shrugged.
“We’ve already heard the basics… we’ll have to go see what those guys are doing.”
Yeom Mong let out a deep sigh.
He knew he couldn’t stop them, but he wanted to try. Wei Jeonghan wasn’t oblivious to the terror involved in approaching the Demon Cult. How to stop someone who goes despite knowing it?
“At least eat well before you go.”
“Thank you for your consideration.”
“It’s said that well-fed ghosts look better.”
Wei Jeonghan just smiled without answering. Seeing that disconcerting smile provoked an irrational anger.
“If you want to die, why take your son with you?”
“I didn’t bring him. He came on his own.”
“Even so, you should stop him.”
“He’s not someone who listens.”
“Is that the real reason?”
“If the younger brother is going to rescue his older brother, with what authority can I stop him?”
“…”.
Definitely, this guy isn’t in his right mind.
Yeom Mong abandoned any attempt at persuasion. He had spoken with the hope of clinging to any possibility, but it was useless with someone like that.
“Do what you want, whatever you want.”
Yeom Mong shouted with irritation.
“Hey, you guys! Prepare me food, now!”
“Yes!”
As soon as Yeom Mong finished, the branch members began to move noisily.
Wei Jeonghan looked at Wei Yanho and asked:
“But seriously, what wind blew to make you get up early?”
“I feel relieved.”
“Huh? Relieved?”
“Yes. I felt like I had a stone in my stomach, but now it’s gone. That’s why I was hungry.”
Wei Jeonghan looked at him silently.
‘It seems he put his confusion in order.’
Throughout the entire trip, Wei Yanho hadn’t been himself. He didn’t complain or get irritated as he used to. For a person to become more serious is good, but seriousness wasn’t something that suited Wei Yanho.
That he had recovered his usual attitude meant that he had freed himself from a mental burden. He didn’t know how he had resolved his internal conflicts, but at least it was better than being mired in confusion.
“Today we’re going to the Demon Cult.”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
“What kind of things are you asking? We came for that anyway.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Wei Jeonghan nodded.
‘Maybe I’m the one who’s confused.’
Constantly asking someone who has already put his thoughts in order is a way to seek affirmation for oneself. Although he had acted carefree before Yeom Mong, no one can be calm when approaching the Demon Cult.
“Aren’t you afraid?”
Wei Jeonghan’s intention leaked out subtly.
“What obvious questions.”
“Yes, I guess.”
“Of course, I’m afraid.”
“Huh?”
Wei Jeonghan’s eyes widened.
“You’re afraid?”
“Obviously, I’m afraid. There are many scary guys there. If I make a mistake, I’ll die. How can I not be afraid? My legs are trembling.”
“…”.
“But it’s something I must do even if I’m afraid. So, even if I tremble, I must continue.”
“That’s right. Yes, that’s right.”
Wei Jeonghan ended up laughing.
‘It’s been too long since I’ve been away from the battlefield.’
He had forgotten it, but that’s how his heart felt when he headed to the battlefield in the past. Seeing the hordes of the Demon Cult approaching in the distance, his heart pounded, and his legs trembled.
The pressure that, even if he had survived until yesterday, today could be the last day, and the fear. Those feelings always accompanied Wei Jeonghan.
They say that memories are embellished, why did I think that in the past I hadn’t trembled?
‘Now I’m the one who learns.’
Wei Jeonghan couldn’t help but admit it.
Not only in martial skill. Wei Yanho was a worthy warrior. Without realizing it, he had grown so much that even Wei Jeonghan depended emotionally on him. Unlike Wei Sanho, he thought that Wei Yanho would always remain an immature Lazy one, but…
He felt pride and nostalgia at the same time.
“Yes, it’s scary. It’s scary, but we must go. It’s the right thing to do…”
“Branch Chief!”
Wei Jeonghan’s relaxed voice was interrupted by a sharp cry that came from somewhere. He and Wei Yanho turned simultaneously towards the direction of the sound.
‘The watchtower?’
The place where the sound came from.
From the top of the tower, someone pale was shouting.
“They’re moving!”
“What are you saying?”
“The Demon Cult is moving! Now! Over there!”
Paf!
Yeom Mong, Wei Yanho, and Wei Jeonghan simultaneously jumped to the tower. The three, without saying a word, stuck to the railing and poked their heads out.
‘That?’
Wei Jeonghan’s face stiffened.
A cloud of dust.
In the distance, a dense cloud of dust could be seen. Clearly different from a sandstorm. It was the enormous cloud of dust created by something moving on a large scale.
And in this place, there is only one group that can move in such magnitude.
“Send an alert signal!”
Yeom Mong shouted without even turning his head.
They’re moving.
The Demon Cult.
The Millennial Demon Cult.
Those who have always plunged the martial world into terror finally broke their long silence and began to advance towards the Central Plains at this very moment.
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Nishant
In which ch ever one find out about yanho master being sword emperor