The Return of the Namgoong Clan's Granddaughter

Clatter—

The sword of Seop Mugwang’s subordinate fell from his hands. His body, throat freshly slashed, crumpled to its knees before him.

Beyond him stood Namgoong Mucheon.

He had acted without hesitation—just as he had said. If Seop Mugwang would not kill him, then he would.

Seop Mugwang stood frozen, staring down at the corpse at his feet.

“I do not want to die.”

That was what the man had said. With his final breath, staring death in the eye—those were his last words.

Namgoong Mucheon’s blade had not wavered.

That, too, was an answer.

And yet—seeing a subordinate’s throat cleaved open right before his eyes, and feeling nothing, were two different things entirely.

“....”

Namgoong Mucheon let out a quiet sigh as he looked at Seop Mugwang, who stood dazed before the body.