Chapter 14
Was he talking about the Medicine Hall?
“The Red Dragon soldier pointed his sword at you, I heard.”
Her expectations missed the mark. She’d assumed he would mention the incident at the Medicine Hall—but instead, Namgoong Mucheon brought up something entirely different.
“I wasn’t hurt. It was just a wooden sword.”
“A wooden sword is still a sword. A swordsman must always exercise caution before swinging, no matter what’s in their hand. Be it a blade, a wooden replica, or even a pitiful tree branch.”
“That warrior didn’t have the skill for that. More than anything... I wasn’t afraid of what he held.”
“Because you’re stronger than him?”
“In terms of internal energy, I wouldn’t say so. But as you know... the difference between strength and weakness isn’t defined by power alone.”
Namgoong Mucheon’s lips curled slightly.
His gaze on Ilhwa brimmed with approval.
But before long, his expression grew cold.
“I had hoped you weren’t my granddaughter.”