All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!

Within the cold, indifferent eyes of the human before her, Radia glimpsed a chilling emotion—

And she knew exactly what it was—

Madness—

The same fervor she'd felt on the battlefield when they gazed upon their great lord, Lord Barushtain—

Only then did Radia realize—

Why the Lord favored this vassal so much—

This one was kindred to him—

And that was the last thought to cross her mind before her neck—

Boom!

"Calm down, now. This should suffice."

A voice—familiar yet alien—rang in her ears—

Not the deep male tone she knew, but a woman's—yet the soul-shaking resonance was unmistakable, inimitable—

"The lowly vassal Radia greets the Lord!"

"Yes, Radia. Hm… your division…"

"I'm with the Seventh Research Team!"

"Right. That's it. Hm."

At the sound of the Lord's voice, she flung herself flat on the ground—

She couldn't dare meet those eyes—

But as she stole a glance at the insolent vassal, shock gripped her—

'That… that lunatic hasn't sheathed her sword?!'

Standing, blade still drawn, facing the Lord—expression unchanged—

Tremble tremble tremble tremble.

The Lord was not kind—

She still recalled a vassal, puffed up thinking she'd won favor, reduced to a puddle of blood in a day's whim—

"Put your sword away. Didn't I say? I won't meddle in petty squabbles among comrades, but I won't permit lives lost over it."

Tremble tremble tremble tremble.

Radia prayed the Lord's voice—still gentle—wouldn't drop lower—

If that vassal pushed further, the fallout might splash onto her—

But this one wasn't your average madwoman, it seemed—

"…Still, I should get a reward for my efforts."

Radia's jaw dropped as she brazenly answered the Lord—

She thought—

This vassal's done for—

No one defied the Lord and lived—

"Ah, true enough. Take what you want—your right as victor."

'Huh?'

Radia felt like she'd been slapped—

She couldn't process what she'd just seen and heard—

'The Lord… showed mercy?'

But when she looked up, a woman's face filled her vision—

Startled, she jerked back—

Grab!

"Eek!"

The vassal yanked her hair roughly—

Forcing her head up, their eyes locked—red pupils consuming her sight—

"Hand it over."

The demand—natural, as if claiming what's hers—carried an inexplicable weight—

"W-What should I give…?"

Beyond the cold madness in her eyes, Radia sensed another emotion—

"Money, materials, drugs—anything to make me stronger."

A fierce hunger for power—

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Flutter flutter.

"She cleaned her out ruthlessly—didn't leave a speck of dust."

"Got a problem with it?"

"Of course not. It's that Radia's fault for not sizing up her opponent. Good thing I stepped in—she'd have lost her head otherwise."

Geomhwa listened to Barushtain, expecting a quip like "still cheaper than her life"—but what came next blindsided her—

"If she had, it'd mean disobeying my order to prioritize missions and survival above all in this world. Compared to defying me, losing all her wealth's a drop in the bucket."

"…"

Living with Barushtain had taught Geomhwa one thing—

She truly saw all vampires as her possessions—

So this mindset made sense, in a way—

"By the way, she's gotten pretty strong—still craving power like that? This 'enemy' of hers must be something else."

Flinch.

Geomhwa paused, mid-sword wipe, a face flashing in her mind—

Once her everything—her beloved, parent-like master—

Now her most hated enemy—

She didn't resent the killing—her master doing that felt inevitable—

But—

Crunch.

'Unforgivable…'

Touching Yuseong—something even she couldn't do—she'd never forgive—

She'd trusted her master wouldn't covet him—making the betrayal sting deeper—

Her master—of all people—

The upright figure who'd taught her righteousness—doing that—

Old as hell and lusting after Yuseong?

No way Yuseong took it lying down—

No way he accepted her—

Forced—raped—it had to be—

That "Yuseong liked it too" crap? Bullshit—

Grind.

It had to be—

"Hm, no answer needed—I can tell. Sounds like a tough foe."

"…"

"Well, not on my level, of course—but that insane growth rate? Humans never cease to amaze. Especially that 'love' thing—always sparking miracles, so peculiar…"

"…Love…"

"Born like this, I can't grasp it—so tricky. What's it got that makes them sacrifice their lives and ruin my perfect plans?"

Barushtain's grumbling drifted from behind—

Knowing her past, Geomhwa could guess why love made her shudder—

And how many loves she'd shattered—

But that wasn't her problem—

Scrub scrub.

My love's what matters—

Overtaking Master, reclaiming Yuseong from her arms—that's what counts—

I've got no kindness left for anyone else—

"So, like the new name I gave you? Never heard your thoughts."

Her name for me—tricky in this world's tongue—

Sword Flora—

"Sword" and "flower" in another world's language—

I liked it more than "Geomhwa"—

['At your age, my title was Geomhwa too.']

Same meaning, maybe—

But my flower's not yours—

'Master.'

"By the way, this 'sex' humans do—copulation—is it really that great? Never tried it myself."

"…"

"You've got a lover—surely you've done it. If it's not rude, I'd love specifics."

"…"

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"So, let's go over what we've sorted out… ah, no—please go over it."

I sighed inwardly, watching Yeo Socheon slip from mimicking the Sword Empress back to her own voice—still reeling from her acting stint—

She'd started this to help me, but she'd clearly had a blast—

"Enjoyed it?"

"E-Enjoyed?! That's what you say to someone helping you?!"

"Looked like you were having fun."

"S-So what if I was?! Better than moping around!"

"…Fair, I guess."

"I helped you—summarize it! Unless you want that play again!"

"…Haa."

Sighing, I pulled out the notes I'd scribbled during the skit, scanning the cautions—

Top of the list, starred for emphasis—

"Never say I'm from another world."

"Mhm."

She'd hammered it home since it first came up—

"…But does it really need hiding? They already know—why just the Sword Empress…"

She'd stressed it repeatedly, but was it that critical?

Master and Yeo Socheon already knew I'm from another world, not this body—

"S-She's stubborn, you know? Another person—not even from the Central Plains, but another world—taking a boy's body? She might not like it. Could see you as an evil spirit and swing."

"…Wonder who stuffed me into this kid's body."

"D-Don't look at me—I didn't do it!"

I narrowed my eyes at her—

True, the Heavenly Gods shoved me in here—not her—

"Suddenly mad—can't I hit you once?"

"I said it wasn't me!"

"You're their vessel—close enough, right?"

"N-No—I just take their orders, their calls… lending my body's rare…"

"Then what was last time?!"

"T-That was the first in ten years! You think I planned to lend it then?!"

Ten years, and they used it for a kiss?

'What kind of person—no, god—is this?'

This is a god?

No matter how I tried avoiding rude thoughts, their track record begged for it—

"S-Stop whatever you're thinking—it's a bad idea!"

"Why?"

"I'm barely holding back their order to spank you again…!"

"…"

'Tch… Heavenly… Gods…'

Grinding my teeth, I sent up an apology prayer—

More thinking'd just breed more disrespect, so I distracted myself—then her panicked voice hit again—

"T-They say do it again!"

"…What?"

"They're not satisfied—say it again!"

Her flustered eyes screamed, "What'd you pray to piss them off?"—

Crunch.

My teeth ground hard, but I forced a pure apology—

'Sorry… please let it slide…'