Chapter 344: The Flame Was Just a Flame
The White-Robed Scholar, who had been staring at the sky, spoke.
“...Look. The kind ones were the first to go.”
He glanced around at us and continued.
“In the end, it’s the wicked who survive the longest. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded.
“You’re not wrong.”
There was no need to argue. I already knew it to be true.
It wasn’t hard to guess that the White-Robed Scholar was thinking of Makgunja.
“...That damned master bastard deliberately killed the youngest first. He was younger than us, but even in hell, he was the kind of man who never complained or blamed others. It’s rare for someone to be liked by both seniors and juniors. Even the master used to praise him as a strange one. So what kind of psychological warfare was it when Heukseon killed that youngest one in a single strike?”
I nodded again.
“Establishing dominance. He wanted to shock the rebels. And since the youngest among the attackers was probably also the weakest, he likely aimed to take him out in a single blow.”
“Right. It was so easy to see through his thoughts that it made it hard to keep my composure. Honestly, it might’ve been better if we had all died and the youngest had led in our place. Even in that hell, he was the only one who truly lived up to the title of scholar.”