Chapter 117
The azure sky fills my retinas.
The cloudless sky, so high and so vast, is but a tiny speck in the vastness of the landscape. This is the realization of Namgungal, who has fought countless enemies as he struggles to survive in the Great Wall.
Once, he had been blinded by his position as the head of the Namgungse family. He remembers the day he bit his gallbladder in his mouth as he was compared to this Confucius, Nam Gung-hyuk, who was only a year older.
Her mother, Mo Yongye, would not tolerate any inadequacy.
The smiles of her relatives, who were not related to her, showed that they were compelled to take Namgung’s place.
Perhaps that was why.
I wanted to fulfill that expectation.
I wanted to make my presence felt.
Only then would I feel like the name Namgunggal was alive and well.
But then.
Some random brother who didn’t pay attention to me came to Namgunggal and won the sword competition. I was quite shocked that day.
At the same time, I still remember the way he chose to go to the battlefield for his men after the sword tournament, and the way he proudly said he would go to the Green Forest Front.
He chose to go to Daemak rather than the Yangtze River because of his competitive spirit, and he was determined to make his mark in Daemak.
Only then would he be able to stay in the competition for the Jiajue.
So, on the day he returned to the Southern Palace, he decided to show that scoundrel, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, a lesson. That no matter how hard you try, nothing will change.
