Chronicles of the Silver Dragon - Chapter 14
"Well, well…."
At Sawolma's words, Jehwa lightly clicked his tongue, and every trace of expression vanished from his face.
"Then… shall we continue?"
Jehwa's momentum changed.
His previously stabilized aura began to radiate a ferocious energy once more. That ferocity was incomparably more powerful than before.
"……!"
Sawolma's face stiffened at Jehwa's tremendous momentum.
"I'll show you the power that guy couldn't properly wield."
At those words, Sawolma immediately stepped in from the side and swung his sword.
Kwaang!
"……!"
Having received Jehwa's attack, Sawolma felt as though his palm was being torn off.
"Keuk!"
As Sawolma grabbed his sword with both hands and struck out with his fist with all his might, Jehwa lightly deflected the blade and dove straight into his embrace, driving in a body slam.
Thud!
"Keok!"
The impact coursing through his body forced an involuntary groan from Sawolma, and he immediately froze at the voice that emerged from Jehwa's lips.
"Dragon Slayer Technique, Fist Form, Extreme Strike, Break."
Kwaang!
"Keok!"
"Cult Leader!"
"Keuugh…."
Though Sawolma vomited blood from the shock suddenly felt in his chest, he did not fall and instead corrected his stance to prepare for the next attack.
But Jehwa showed no further intention of attacking Sawolma.
"I don't know if my brother could, but you can't beat me."
"A monster… indeed."
To think that after being beaten like that, merely switching personalities allowed him to display power that completely overwhelmed him.
"Well… it's because I was far too weak before. So after losing everything, I've been working to become stronger."
Jehwa let out a bitter smile and muttered before speaking with a cold expression.
"Don't lay a hand on my brother anymore."
"And if I do?"
"Then you die."
"……."
Sawolma fell silent at Jehwa's words. A moment later, he let out a deep sigh and opened his mouth.
"So be it."
"An excellent choice."
At Sawolma's words, Jehwa withdrew from him, and together with him, the Cheonma Unit assumed stances to rush at Jehwa.
"Stop!"
"C-Cult Leader?"
"He is no longer an enemy. Sheathe your swords."
At Sawolma's command, the Cheonma Unit members hesitated briefly before sheathing their swords.
Though it felt wrong, the Cult Leader's order was absolute to them!
Jehwa looked at them and snickered, then approached Sawollin, who had a blank expression on her face.
As he approached, Jehwa smiled at the startled Sawollin and spoke.
"Please take care of my brother."
"Huh?"
Sawollin, who had worn a bewildered expression at Jehwa's words, was startled when he suddenly collapsed and quickly caught him.
Held in Sawollin's embrace, Jehwa breathed evenly and fell asleep.
***
He shot up!
Jehwa sat up from his spot, blinking his large eyes as he looked around.
"I'm hungry."
He soon said with a frown.
"Why am I here?"
Jehwa tilted his head and went outside the room.
At that moment, he ran into Sawollin, who had been about to enter his room.
"Huh? A-Are you okay?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
Jehwa looked puzzled at her question, asked with a bewildered face.
"Did those severe wounds already heal?"
"Wounds? Now that you mention it, I did fight some strange mister."
At Sawollin's words, Jehwa tilted his head as if remembering.
"Ahahaha, it's nothing."
To think that such severe internal injuries had healed in an instant… just what in the world was this boy? And that person who had appeared then…….
"Do you… happen to have an older brother?"
"Brother? I'm an orphan, so I don't have any family or anything?"
"I-I see…."
"Yeah."
At his answer, Sawollin fell deep into thought.
'Father said that there is another personality inside this boy……. That was the person with silver hair and silver eyes who appeared yesterday……. Does this boy not know about his other personality?'
'Please take care of my brother.'
Those words continued to echo in her ears then.
Could it be… that she wouldn't be able to see him again? Suddenly, Sawollin felt a sense of regret.
As Jehwa looked at Sawollin, who was immersed in deep thought with a bitter smile, he suddenly frowned fiercely and grabbed her hair.
Yank!
"Kyak!"
In that instant, Sawollin shrieked in terror at the tremendous pain she felt in her head.
"Ugh, what are you doing!"
Sawollin shouted back with terrifying momentum, but if he were intimidated by that, he wouldn't be Eun Jehwa.
"I'm hungry."
"Tch!"
At Jehwa's words, sparks flew from Sawollin's eyes.
"Tch! I don't have any food for the likes of you!"
As if she had any intention of looking after him properly!
At Sawollin's shout, Jehwa puffed out his cheeks.
Seeing Jehwa like that, Sawollin suddenly began to feel anxious.
A moment later, she realized that shouting back in anger had been a mistake, and she cursed her own actions.
"I'm hungry! Give me food! Food! Food~"
"Ack! Let go~ Let go! Let go! Aaaack! It hurts!"
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Jehwa began yanking on Sawollin's hair.
Tears flowed endlessly from Sawollin's eyes at the tremendous pain in her head, and screams of agony continuously burst from her mouth.
A short while later…….
"Aaaaack! My hair!"
Unable to overcome his monstrous strength, a considerable amount of her hair that Jehwa had been holding was pulled out.
"My hair…."
The immense pain in her head, combined with the sense of loss and sorrow from having a large portion of her hair pulled out, caused tears to flow without pause.
As for the culprit who had made the beauty shed streams of tears…….
"Hehehe, it's delicious."
He was enjoying his meal with a blissful expression.
Anyway, just as Jehwa was about to eat the fruit that had come out for dessert, a woman arrived.
"Hello?"
"Hm? Unni."
It was around the time Sawollin's tears had more or less dried up.
Sawollin tilted her head as she looked at Akserin, who had come to the pavilion where Jehwa was staying.
"What brings you here?"
"Oh my? Am I not allowed here?"
"It's not that, but……."
When Akserin tilted her head and asked back, Sawollin frowned and muttered.
"Hello."
Akserin greeted Jehwa as well, who was eating fruit, but.
"Hm? Who are you?"
"……."
In just one day, Jehwa had forgotten Akserin.
Sawollin burst into laughter at Akserin's blank expression.
Akserin looked at Sawollin and smacked the back of her head.
Smack!
"Keok!"
While Sawollin clutched the back of her head, Akserin spoke to Jehwa.
"We met two days ago."
"……."
Jehwa tilted his head and pondered briefly at Akserin's words, then finally spoke as if he had remembered.
"I remember."
Akserin hugged Jehwa as he blinked his large eyes.
"Oh my~ How cute~"
Sawollin spoke as she watched Akserin rub her face against Jehwa's head as if he were cute.
"That's cute? He's a total monster with a terrible personality."
"Huh……. Is this because of what happened yesterday?"
As Akserin held the struggling Jehwa tightly in her arms, Sawollin let out a deep sigh.
"They say the cult is in an uproar right now."
With a regretful expression as Jehwa squirmed out of her embrace, Akserin smiled and spoke.
"So what? The Cult Leader gave his orders."
"Since Father gave his orders as well……. nothing much will happen, right?"
"Right?"
"……."
"……."
The two women, who had been asking each other, soon spoke simultaneously with grave expressions.
"I feel uneasy."
The two women, who had opened their mouths at the same time, looked toward where Jehwa had been and spoke.
"Don't leave this pavi—…… Huh?"
Sawollin, who had been speaking to Jehwa, wore a bewildered expression the moment she realized he was gone.
"This guy……. Where did he run off to again?"
Sawollin clutched her head as she looked at Jehwa, who had suddenly vanished.
"Let's find him."
And so the two women set out to find Jehwa.
***
Having slipped outside to play during the two women's tedious conversation, Jehwa suddenly ran into a middle-aged man.
Jehwa seemed not to know the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man seemed to know Jehwa.
"Are you the one called Eun Jehwa?"
"Yeah, but who are you, mister?"
"Hmph, you're even more arrogant than I heard."
The middle-aged man made an uncomfortable expression at Eun Jehwa's words.
"I am Yujung, one of the Five Demonic Thrones."
"……?"
The Five Demonic Thrones referred to the elders of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
That meant the middle-aged man before him was one of the elders of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
But not only was Jehwa someone who wouldn't care about such things, he didn't even know what the Five Demonic Thrones were.
"Five Demonic Thrones? Is that something to eat?"
"……."
For a moment, Yujung staggered.
"Are you mocking this Blood Dragon Slaughter Blade Yujung right now!"
Startled by Yujung's roar, Jehwa covered his ears and spoke.
"Why is your voice so loud?"
"Ahem."
At Jehwa's words, Yujung coughed and looked him over again.
'Could this boy really be as strong as the Cult Leader?'
Yesterday, he had heard unbelievable news. It was about a boy who had fought evenly with the Cult Leader.
He had known that Sawollin, the Cult Leader's daughter, had brought a boy of unknown origins.
He had also heard from the Black Moon Squad that the boy was very strong.
But he had never imagined the boy would have the strength to fight on equal terms with the Cult Leader.
Lost in deep thought, Yujung suddenly realized that Jehwa, who had been right in front of him, had disappeared.
"Hm?"
With a bewildered expression, he spotted Jehwa walking leisurely in the distance and roared.
"You brat! How dare you ignore me!"
Yujung decided he would thoroughly fix the boy's bad manners.
"Geez, I'm bored. Move aside."
Jehwa looked at Yujung blocking his path, voiced his displeasure, and threw a punch.
He intended to knock down the annoying mister before him.
Thwack!
"Huh?"
But seeing his fist blocked so easily, Jehwa's eyes went wide.
Swoosh!
At the sound of wind that accompanied it, Jehwa quickly pulled his hand free from Yujung's grip and simultaneously dodged his blade.
"Ho? Not bad, to think you dodged my blade."
'The Cult Leader told me not to fight this boy, but……. I, Yujung, will thoroughly fix this brat's manners!'
The Cult Leader's words had long since flown far from his mind.
The only thought occupying his mind now was teaching this arrogant brat a lesson.
"Heh……."
Jehwa's eyes sparkled as he watched Yujung raise a heavy-looking blade, and he smiled brightly.
"Play with me."
"What!"
At those words, sparks flew from Yujung's eyes.