Chapter 768: O-ryong-jaeng-ju (11)

It was the Dragon Palace shaman Maknae's daily routine to take on dirty work.

Even if the Maknae shaman was ordered to patrol the Red Dragon Palace alone in the middle of the night, she did so.

She just thought the other shamans were bullying her again.

The Maknae shaman soullessly accepted the task and headed to the Red Dragon Palace.

She would usually be scolded for answering that way, but the shamans were strangely quiet.

'Something's off.'

The other shamans had their weird days, but something was particularly strange today.

The way they glanced at her and whispered gave her chills.

The youngest shaman walked forward, pretending not to feel their gazes.

'Are they getting ready for a new type of bullying?'

The youngest shaman vowed to secure the door before going to bed today and to prepare to run toward Hwangryong.

When she arrived at the Red Dragon Palace, she looked up with a sigh.

'The Red Dragon Palace of all places. It's where that talkative and energetic candidate is. She won't drag me along her expeditions again if I stay quiet, will she?"

The youngest shaman recalled the past few days when she was dragged along by Yoon Yeorang.

It was very cumbersome and tiring to follow her, but she felt much more comfortable spending time with her than the Dragon Palace shamans.

It wasn't that bad looking around places too.

It was a little fun to get lost and reach unexpected places while they were also lost in conversation.

'Regardless if she becomes a Dragon King's shaman, we won't be seeing each other again.'

The youngest shaman thought that there was little possibility that Yoon Yeorang would become a shaman in the Dragon Palace.

Such a child isn't the type to be satisfied with having food, clothing, and shelter like herself.

If Yoon Yeorang decided to become a Dragon Palace shaman, she vowed to stop her with all her might.

She thought it would be annoying, but also she didn't want her to experience what she was going through.

'She must be awake. I should go far away so she doesn't see me.'

When she looked at the palace from the outside, she saw that the lights in Yoon Yeorang's room were on.

After adjusting her route, the youngest shaman took a walk disguised as a patrol and immersed herself in image training.

Since coming to the Dragon Palace, the youngest shaman has often been alone except for when Hwangryong talks to her, so she has always fallen into the delusion of image training.

The youngest shaman thinks about running away after teasing the others as much as she could.

While lost in her imagination, she sensed something and came to her senses.

'There's surveillance.'

There's no reason for the other shamans to be in the Red Dragon Palace at this time, so the purpose must be to monitor her.

It has happened many times before.

The youngest shaman would purposely pretend not to notice and then laugh at the vain shamans.

Again, she decided to do the same to the shamans who were wasting their time and energy in the middle of the night.

And at midnight, something extraordinary happened.

'It doesn't feel right. What is this!'

She felt a lot of emotions, but "bad" described it best.

It was a sense that something unpleasant was placed in the Dragon Palace instead of the Dragon King.

The color of the palaces also changed strangely.

The youngest shaman didn't know that Imoogi was sent to the palace, nor did she have a sense of mission to do something for the place.

Still, she had no intention of abandoning Hwangryong and the Dragon King who provided her with food, clothing, and shelter and treated her kindly.

'I better let Hwangryong-nim know.'

When the youngest shaman stopped patrolling and headed to the Yellow Dragon Palace, the people who had been surveilling her appeared.

"Your task isn't done. Where are you going?"

The youngest shaman was taken aback, not knowing what to reply.

Something obviously happened to the Dragon Palace, why is she being questioned?

It's strange, but it's characteristic of those old gals.

"To Hwangryong-nim."

"You still speak shallowly."

"I'm ashamed of being the same shaman as you."

The other shamans had seizures whenever the youngest would slur her words of honorifics.

There were three people, and they looked very calm amidst the abnormal situation.

They even looked confident.

'Don't tell me they did this!'

The youngest shaman came to a calm conclusion.

She had no proper basis yet, but she decided to believe her unfounded feeling of resentment.

The youngest shaman's head was tight, but the three people shot back, thinking that she was being dazed as usual.

"I never liked seeing you. How did the Dragon King try to make this uneducated thing into a shaman?"

"It doesn't matter now, does it?"

"Yeah, she will no longer be a shaman."

The youngest shaman was perturbed.

Perhaps the situation is worse than she thought as she began to worry about Hwangryong's safety.

The three despised the unresponsive young shaman for being surprised and scared.

"Since Yoohwang-nim said she would give us time to cure her bad habit before we dispose of her, let's enjoy it as much as we want."

"Indeed."

"I'll go first. I'll remove that cloth and tear her mouth apart."

One of the three stepped forward and pulled out a knife.

Perhaps she works in the kitchen, she was holding a very sharp knife.

The shaman walked slowly with the tip of the kitchen knife pointed at the youngest.

She lifted the cloth as if thinking of cutting it with the knife.

The moment the blade cut through the air and approached the shaman's eyes...

Klang!

"Ahk!"

The sound of the blade falling along with screams reverberated throughout the place.

The scream didn't come from the youngest.

The youngest shaman, who moved with lightning speed, wrapped energy waves around her hand, struck the kitchen knife, and grabbed the other's hair.

The youngest shaman stared at her aggressor, holding her hair fiercely as if she were going to rip it off.

It seemed unexpected that the youngest shaman, who had always failed to talk properly, would be like this.

'Dear Dragon King, they attacked first. But I did dodge.'

The youngest shaman asked the Dragon King for forgiveness as she took another as a hostage, staring at the remaining two.

The youngest has endured everything for food, clothing, and shelter, but that didn't mean she wasn't annoyed.

She had always fantasized about this.

To grab their hair.

For the longest time, those who lived in the palace had bullied her but had no idea of the harsh impulses inculcated to her by modern society.

"Take what of? Tear what off? Why don't you say that again!"

Hwik!

"Kyaaak!"

The youngest grabbed her hair and shook hair, making her cry in pain.

Because of her hand's power and energy waves, a lot of hair was pulled.

The other two were at a loss and vented their anger at the youngest.

"T-that barbaric woman!"

"Let go!"

"You think I will? I'm young, but I'm not stupid."

Even though she didn't curse at them, imaginary foam started to form around the other shamans' mouths as they looked like they were about to collapse.

After saying what she wanted to say for the longest time, the youngest shaman felt relieved.

As she felt her stress be partly relieved, she was able to think more clearly.

'I'll go to the Yellow Dragon Palace after knocking these three down. If it looks dangerous, I'll run away to the guests at the Blue Dragon Palace.'

She had a plan drawn up, but she was still outnumbered.

They didn't seem to have much skills, but she didn't want to let her guard down.

The youngest decided to invigorate the others more so that she could create a gap to make a clean sweep.

Scratching their pride was a bonus for her.

"You said you're going to take off mine, right? Let's see what you look like first."

It is said that wearing a cloth and hiding one's name is a tradition that stemmed from the intention of abandoning one's personality and dedicating their whole being to the Dragon King.

Shamans take off their masks and use their names again when they retire.

They're very reluctant to reveal their faces while serving, so it's an easy leverage to use to provoke.

Flick!

The youngest ignored the struggling woman in her grasp and removed the cloth that covered her face.

Underneath was a face that shot the youngest with a distorted expression filled with pain, anger, and greed.

She didn't want to nitpick about facial features, but perhaps because of her expression, she looked ugly to the youngest's eyes.

She looked at her in annoyance as if looking at garbage.

'What's this? Scales? I don't think it's dragon scales.'

The shaman's face had scales.

It was tiny, about half the size of a pinky fingernail.

The youngest felt so unpleasant at the sight, but the other two were jubilant.

"A-ah... We have received little grace too!"

"Maybe I have scales too? Will I be able to become a dragon soon?"

"D-do I have scales on my face?"

They let down their guard and anger toward the youngest and grinned.

The youngest shaman felt a chill go down her spine.

Something unpleasant seemed to creep up from the hair she was holding.

'Oh, shoot. That dirty thing isn't contagious, is it?'

The youngest couldn't endure the feeling and immediately beat the hair she was holding.

She deliberately threw her towards a place with a lot of stuff.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of the shaman's body, cabinet, and vases breaking was heard.

She threw her with considerable force, and the loud noise said that it didn't hurt as usual.

However, the shaman that she threw was smiling with an ugly face.

As if growing scales were more important and pleasing than anything else, she seemed unable to feel pain as she laughed.

And then...

Kugugu...

The whole Dragon Palace shook.

The power of Hwangryong was reconstructing the whole place.

She's seen Hwangryong transform the Dragon Palace a few times, so the youngest recognized it right away.

'I wanted to knock all of them down, but I'd better run away. I don't want to get whatever sickness they have.'

She's not sure if it's physical, mental, or both.

Her view was soon blocked by clouds, but the youngest believed in Hwangryong so she calmly lowered her posture and waited.

When the clouds settled, the three were gone.

The Dragon Palace was transformed into a structure she had never seen before, so it was impossible to know where they were now.

But there was a familiar face in front of her.

"Unnie! Hello!"

After the Dragon Palace transformed, Yoon Yeorang and the other two candidates appeared in front of her.

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