Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Namgung Jeohwi

His level of skill was that of a seasoned, peak martial artist, and currently, he was the head of the Namgung family.

In terms of pure combat strength, his ranking wasn't particularly high, but his exceptional political skill and intelligence allowed him to defeat his brothers and ascend to the position of head of the family.

Because of this, people often said that he became the family head due to luck or that he lacked the qualifications, but...

Ultimately, he was chosen by the elder council and the previous family head, so his position as the family head was irrefutable.

‘...Bloodlust, huh.’

The idea of bloodlust being present in Namgung Jeohwi's body puzzled me.

‘What’s going on?’

How could this be? Why would there be traces of bloodlust within Namgung Jeohwi’s body?

It seemed like it might just be a misunderstanding.

‘No, that can’t be.’

I was no stranger to bloodlust—having experienced the Blood Demon myself.

There was no mistaking the presence of bloodlust in his body.

It was definitely bloodlust.

‘Hmph.’

I sat and thought deeply. Then I looked up at the ceiling. It was high. This wasn’t the cramped space I felt in the carriage, but an actual room.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Do Yoon, who was unpacking beside me, asked.

"It’s nothing. Just have some things on my mind."

"Then I'll go out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to train."

Do Yoon said this and went outside.

I was currently staying in a residence within the Namgung family compound.

Since I came in with the family head, there was no need for additional identification verification.

The problem was...

‘What the hell is going on?’

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t make sense of the bloodlust in Namgung Jeohwi’s body.

‘Has it been active already?’

When did the Blood Demon start becoming active? The fact that there was bloodlust now meant it had likely been active for some time.

‘Hmm.’

Had the Namgung family already been touched by it? It was an unexpected situation.

‘How did Namgung Jeohwi end up?’

I recalled. He was a figure I didn’t remember well. No wonder.

‘He’s already dead and gone.’