Chapter 109
Unwi’s voice was calm, but there was resolute firmness beneath it. He continued speaking.
“To rule a region does not simply mean to extract its resources or profit from it. It comes with the obligation to protect that place, to safeguard its people, and to maintain its order.”
His gaze shifted to Ju Soa, who knelt before him.
“You should have taken up your swords and fought. Even if you couldn’t win. Even if it meant your death. That was your duty. And you also abandoned your rights.”
He looked at Wonyang. Then at Han Murin.
“In that moment—no, at the very least, during those five days I was gone—Yangryeong belonged to the Sacheon Alliance. And I didn’t accept you merely to install you as my puppets. Yet, even as you watched with your own eyes, you did nothing while mere martial artists from the Sacheon Alliance carried out inspections and seized control.”
The chill in Unwi’s eyes remained unchanged.
But it was not the blind rage of emotion—it was the unwavering chill born of principle.
“My disappointment with you does not stem from your inability to think as I do. It is because you, as martial artists—and beyond that, as people—abandoned the most fundamental sense of responsibility.”
That was why it came down to duty and right.
Unwi was truly angry.
Not out of impulse, but from principle, conviction, and responsibility—refined by wisdom and experience from his past life, it had become an unshakable philosophy.