Chapter 20: The Revelation

Yun felt the change immediately. Her powerlessness receded and the eternal tugging of the demon sphere was softened. Something had happened to the pearl in De-Yong. He had drunk blood!

She herself had not yet drunk again and did not want to weaken the recruits any further, because she needed them.

Time was running out. Na-Ri would return soon, and under no circumstances could she do so in the midst of the enemy, shielded by a spell circle.

Although she didn’t understand what had just happened, she gladly accepted the gift. It made her plans easier.

Yes, the samurai were superior, had weapons that could be dangerous to her and were apparently well protected. But Yun had lived in this world for almost 800 years. The knowledge she possessed was far superior to any human mind. Without realizing it, the enemy had put itself in a hopeless situation.

Now she would strike.

She quickly passed on the final instructions to the recruits. It would be their first battle. And with luck, they would survive it.

With luck and Yun.

De-Yong finally felt good and strong again for days. All fatigue was gone and he was ready to take on all the samurai out there.

However, it was not in his nature to sacrifice his life senselessly. He wanted to take as many enemies as possible with him to their deaths. His life would end here and now, one way or another.

His bitter grin made a terrifying sight on his bloodied face. But there was no one left alive in the hut who could have seen it.

The interpreter lay dead on the ground, as did the poor Korean farmer.

De-Yong’s attack on the Japanese man happened so quickly that he didn’t even scream for help before De-Yong broke his neck.

And none of the guards outside seemed to have noticed anything.

Nevertheless, De-Yong reassured himself and peered outside through cracks in the planks. All around the hut, the samurai crouched, all about 4-5 paces away from the hut. An impenetrable ring of guards.

He carefully withdrew and thought about what he could do.

The miko would return at some point.

Overpowering her shouldn’t be a problem as long as she was alone. However, she would grasp the situation at a glance if she came in now.

So De-Yong took the interpreter’s body and leaned it against the wall, as if he had fallen asleep.

Then he gathered some blankets and stuffed his blanket so that, at least at first glance, it looked as if he was still lying there.

He left the body of the unfortunate farmer unchanged.

He was finally satisfied with his work.

But how was he able to escape from the hut unnoticed?

His gaze fell on the low roof.

Breaking through there shouldn’t be difficult. However, achieving this silently should be.

And once on the roof, all the guards outside would see him immediately. He would only be able to do that at night.

Where was this miko? Would she return with the officer?

In the cramped hut, the officer’s katana was not an excessive threat to De-Yong. It was not possible to reach far here. But any loud fighting would attract more samurai.

So he could only hope that the miko would return alone and that he could overpower her silently. However, she now had the strength of a kumiho, which would make that difficult.

Suddenly, De-Yong paused.

What powers did she have?

Na-Ris or Yuns?

Here, in this sphere, Na-Ri was one demon among many. With many facets.

But one feeling was overpowering here: hatred! Hatred threatened to overwhelm Na-Ri, to erase her personality. If she didn’t return to the mortal world soon, she would become a completely different person.

It had taken centuries for her to develop something like human compassion. And as easy as a life without guilt seemed, she didn’t want to go back there. Also because then it could become difficult for her to live by the goddess’s standards and keep her tails.