Became a God-Level M Chapter 94 : May I Borrow Just One Sword

Chapter 94: May I Borrow Just One Sword

Morning at Falling Fla Manor.

Jin Seong-un was led by the servants directly to the dining hall.

Chae Seo-ryeong, who was already having breakfast, waved at him as if pleased to see him.

“……”

Jin Seong-un only gave a slight nod and sat down a little distance away to begin his al.

Chae Seo-ryeong narrowed her eyes as she looked at him.

‘All because of Mother, for no reason…….’

For so reason, she felt as though she herself had fallen into disfavor because of her mother. Of course, the real reason was that he had stolen the signboard of Seong-un Inn.

Jin Seong-un focused on eating. As soone who had run an inn, food was not sothing to treat lightly.

The number of side dishes wasn’t many.

However, they were neat and refined, and even Jin Seong-un, who had grown accustod to Seo Yu-gyeom’s cooking, found the clean, unpretentious taste satisfying.

When Jin Seong-un finished his al and rose, Chae Seo-ryeong, who had already finished and was waiting, stood up with him.

The two t each other’s eyes briefly.

Chae Seo-ryeong grinned.

“You’re going to the office, right?”

Jin Seong-un nodded.

She gestured for him to follow and walked out first.

Since he didn’t know the layout of Falling Fla Manor, Jin Seong-un had no choice but to follow her.

The office of the Falling Fla Manor Master.

As soon as Jin Seong-un arrived, Chae Ga-hee placed a heavy money pouch on the desk.

He glanced at it and asked,

“What is this?”

“This is the money Young Master Jin earned yesterday.”

Jin Seong-un blinked.

Then Chae Ga-hee explained the peculiar trade relationship between the smithy and the Murim factions.

“……”

Jin Seong-un looked at the pouch with unease.

Wasn’t this basically money earned from theft? Having spent his whole life working as an inn waiter and earning money honestly, he felt a strange sense of rejection.

Above all, taking that money would make him feel like a true thief.

“I don’t need the money.”

“Then I’ll just throw it away.”

“……”

Jin Seong-un stared at Chae Ga-hee, dumbfounded.

She let out a soft chuckle.

“It was money to be reclaid eventually anyway. Though it would’ve been in the far future.”

She knew well that Zhongnan Sect didn’t use those swords. Naturally, their peculiar trade system had deadlines attached.

Within the set period, they had to repay the smithy with either iron scraps or equivalent value.

But since the deadline was usually over ten years, it was little more than a formality.

“Then let

put it differently. Consider this my thanks for retrieving Falling Fla Manor’s swords.”

Chae Ga-hee herself had disliked sending swords to Zhongnan Sect. From the start, she hadn’t wanted their creations to be mistreated there.

Yet the reason the deal hadn’t been broken was simple—face.

If the descendants broke the promises of their forebears, their reputation in the Orthodox Murim would be gravely tarnished.

That was why both Zhongnan Sect and Falling Fla Manor, though mutually displeased, had continued their uncomfortable arrangent.

But things had changed.

Under Chae Ga-hee’s relentless questioning, Zhongnan Sect had finally confessed that the swords had disappeared.

“Thanks to that, we now have justification to end future dealings.”

“Well, sure……”

Jin Seong-un remained indifferent.

In truth, their dealings didn’t interest him much.

“You don’t have to be so formal with .”

Jin Seong-un said.

After all, he spoke casually with Chae Seo-ryeong. For her mother to speak respectfully felt strange.

But he couldn’t ask soone of Seo-ryeong’s age to suddenly start speaking formally to him either.

Only soone obsessed with authority—like Sima Hwi—could make such remarks lightly.

Chae Ga-hee nodded imdiately.

“Very well.”

“……”

She too felt the awkwardness.

Jin Seong-un fixed his gaze on her.

His eyes clearly said: Tell

the details of the wager already.

Chae Ga-hee hesitated.

By now, she was nearly convinced he was the heir of the Divine Thief. After all, who else could have stolen over sixty swords from the Zhongnan Sect’s armory?

Moreover, he knew of the Divine Thief’s hideout and the wager that only the Divine Thief and Falling Fla Manor were aware of.

Any one of these would’ve been strong evidence—but here, three were present at once.

Yet one problem remained.

Assuming he really was the Divine Thief’s heir only made her hesitate more.

‘He said he spared Seo-ryeong.’

She had heard in greater detail about what had happened in Yichang the night before.

In truth, the Divine Thief’s heir could easily have killed or gravely injured Seo-ryeong—on the battlefield, and even more so within the formation.

But he hadn’t.

In Chae Ga-hee’s eyes, he had chosen the best way to safely hand Seo-ryeong over to the Murim Alliance.

This showed he was not of wicked heart.

What’s more, though provoked all night long, he had remained calm and dry, never once losing his temper or pressing her with questions.

‘For soone so young, such depth is rare.’

Chae Ga-hee, as soone who led a faction herself, trusted her judgnt of people. And Jin Seong-un appeared to her as quite a fine young man.

“You don’t know the contents of the wager, do you?”

“No.”

“It’s sothing that could cost you your life.”

That was her concern.

Sending a promising young man like Jin Seong-un—and her own daughter Seo-ryeong—into the perilous Qinghai Iron Workshop, under the na of a wager and family revival.

“If it troubles you, just tell

what needs to be retrieved. I’ll go alone.”

At his words, Chae Ga-hee sighed.

After pondering for a mont, she finally spoke.

“Do you know how the Divine Thief passed away?”

“…Yes, I know.”

He had heard it directly from the Divine Thief.

Chae Ga-hee nodded and continued.

“He passed away because of the wager with my mother.”

Jin Seong-un was inwardly surprised to learn that the woman who had wagered with the Divine Thief, Chae Ok-hyeon, belonged to the previous generation.

Chae Ga-hee’s words went on.

“My mother proposed such a wager to the Divine Thief, but regretted it imdiately and went to find him.”

“She did not make it in ti, then.”

“You’re right. The Divine Thief had already departed. My mother set out for the Qinghai Iron Workshop too late, quite literally.”

Her aning was clear.

By this point, Jin Seong-un had a good idea of what she was trying to say.

“My mother regretted it for the rest of her life.”

“So, you an you can’t let , his successor, suffer the sa fate.”

“…To be honest, yes.”

“You had

prove myself, though.”

By stealing swords from Zhongnan Sect, he had proven himself as the Divine Thief’s heir.

“That was to prove you truly were the Divine Thief’s heir. That didn’t an we had to accept the wager.”

“If you had no intention of accepting, why ask

to prove it at all?”

“Because you already knew about the wager. The matter between the Qinghai Iron Workshop and Falling Fla Manor is our deepest sha. It could even brand Falling Fla Manor as enemies of the Orthodox Murim. If you were an outsider who sohow discovered it…”

Her voice trailed off.

Even so, Jin Seong-un could guess the rest.

They would have tried to kill him, no matter how impossible, because such a secret must be kept.

But things were different if he was the Divine Thief’s heir. For the Divine Thief himself had been directly involved in the wager.

“What exactly is this wager?”

By now, he could not help but ask again.

After a mont of hesitation, she lowered her voice. Though the office of the Manor Master was always secured with formations, she was still extra cautious.

“The Demonic Cult. They were involved.”

Jin Seong-un’s brows twitched.

Even soone like him, who cared little for murim history, knew the na Demonic Cult—Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

Everyone born and raised in the Central Plains grew up learning to fear and hate them.

The world loathed, despised, and feared them that much.

“But why would the Demonic Cult…”

Jin Seong-un muttered in disbelief, then glanced at Chae Seo-ryeong. She showed no surprise, as if she already knew.

His eyes shifted to their red hair in turn.

Perhaps it was prejudice, but at this mont, it was a reasonable question.

“Are you from the Demonic Cult?”

“…Sothing like that.”

Chae Ga-hee did not explain further.

But that alone was enough for Jin Seong-un to realize their blood carried the Demonic Cult’s lineage.

And that was no small matter.

Falling Fla Manor was a family that did business with murim, especially the Orthodox Murim.

The Murim Alliance and other righteous sects would draw their swords or hide at the very ntion of the Demonic Cult.

They were absolute enemies.

To be entangled with them ant destruction. Even if it was a mistake, proving innocence would take years of harsh trials.

Such was the way of the world.

Whenever the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult stirred, the Central Plains drowned in blood—the blood of the Murim Alliance, the Nine Sects One Gang, and the Five Great Clans’ ancestors.

The very reason the Murim Alliance had been founded was to oppose them, and its greatest purpose remained to eradicate them.

In such a world, if it beca known that the blood of the Demonic Cult flowed within them, the outco was obvious.

The red hair once praised as mysterious and beautiful would beco a target of wrath and slaughter.

All within Falling Fla Manor would perish.

Even if the Orthodox Murim miraculously showed rcy, every red-haired woman would be put to death.

Jin Seong-un looked between Chae Ga-hee and Chae Seo-ryeong again.

The once proud Chae Ga-hee’s face was shadowed. Seo-ryeong’s face even more so—she lowered her head, afraid to see hatred in his eyes.

Her red hair was all the more striking.

A heavy silence lingered.

Chae Ga-hee thought Jin Seong-un would back away from this matter.

It was only natural when the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult had been nad.

“You are young. You don’t seem like a bad person, and above all, you are the benefactor who saved Seo-ryeong’s life. How could I involve a benefactor in such filthy and dangerous matters?”

Her voice was gentle, her tone that of soone sure he understood.

And indeed, Jin Seong-un’s expression was grave.

He was serious. With a solemn face, he recalled the Divine Thief’s face.

‘So that’s why the Dragon Armor…’

He thought that once he returned, he would have to demand answers from his master. How could he not have ntioned that the Demonic Cult was involved?

It was absurd, laughably so.

And for that very reason, his resolve burned even fiercer.

“Is the Qinghai Iron Workshop part of the Demonic Cult as well?”

“…Yes. Though proving it would not be easy. Only we know the truth, and if we were to report it, it would expose Falling Fla Manor’s ties as well.”

Jin Seong-un’s face lit up.

Indeed, the Demonic Cult often committed atrocities in those days—cruel, immoral acts.

The Orthodox Murim crushed them whenever they surfaced, but the cult endlessly hid across the Central Plains to continue their wickedness.

His expression now looked as though he had never been more relieved. Both Chae Ga-hee and Chae Seo-ryeong were puzzled.

Jin Seong-un rose from his seat and said,

“Then lend

just one sword.”

He thought perhaps this task might actually be easy.