Chapter 25
On a fictitious day, he lived a life of shitty behavior and brought all kinds of dirt on the Namgung family name.
Now you’ve done something that will bring reproach upon all those who have lived with pride in the name of the Southern Palace.
Foolish bastard.
I’m the one who exposed the shame of the Namgung family and shot myself in the foot.
That was how Namgung Hyuk felt in his gaze, and how foolish his brother was to not admit it.
I’ve heard that he’s only a basic master, that he’s using a dragon, and that he’s running every day because he’s fat.
And what about swordsmanship?
I only have six iron swords and thirty-three swords.
It’s ridiculous that he’s devoting his life to swordsmanship that only low-level warriors have mastered and that barely covers his body.
That’s what he is.
He’s so unworthy.
Namgung Hyuk didn’t want to believe, didn’t want to admit, that such an insignificant human being was above him.
Such a man was now crossing swords in front of him.
The elders who supported him and his mother, who controlled the Namgung family, had told him that if he did what he had been taught, he would be able to win.
It wasn’t something they had arranged, but they were just ordinary people who couldn’t use their strength anyway.
No matter who you ask, the odds were in her favor.
It must be true.
It must be so.
Pfft! Pfft!
He steadied his knees, which had nearly buckled several times, and straightened his stance.
