Divine sight was, quite literally, eyes that saw ghosts.
There was not much more to say. It was simple and straightforward.
However—
Possessing divine sight also meant, in another sense, that one carried spiritual energy and could feel it.
It was a power that allowed someone to sense such things a little more sensitively, and when it came to perceiving them, to see them with unmatched delicacy and clarity.
If one was to call it the talent of a shaman, it was remarkable. If not that, then for someone who did the same sort of work as me, it was a power one needed to some degree.
In general, there were not many who possessed divine sight.
Some could only feel. Some could only see, but could not feel.
And those who could do both, then go even further and control it, were rare beyond rare.
Looking at it that way—
That guy.
That fellow called Ye An resembled me in several senses.
How far does it go?
I did not know what he could do, but the faint flow of yin energy around him was far from ordinary.
The problem was—
It doesn’t seem like he can hide it completely.
It seemed he could not lock it inside his soul to keep others from noticing.
Unless—
He simply had no need to.
Since there was no particular need to hide it, he was not bothering.
From what I could see, the latter was probably the correct answer.
Even if someone here has divine sight, or at least can control spiritual energy...
One could judge what meaning it had.
If ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) not for my past life, I also would not have gone around doing all that on purpose.
That guy...
Did not seem to have that sort of experience.
Even if it was the former, that was fine.
Then, well.
It meant he was not someone I needed to concern myself with.
The problem is...
If there was one biggest problem here—
That guy.
There was a trace of Sky-Crushing Palace in his energy.
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the man called Ye An.
This bastard.
He’s one of Sky-Crushing Palace.
A son of a bitch inside the Demonic Cult.
It seemed I had found him.
*****
We moved under his guidance.
This time, rather than going to our residence, he said he would show us what we needed to know within the Demonic Cult.
It seemed to be part of the joint education we would soon be receiving with the Holy Cult’s younger generation.
“This is the Demon Tempering Hall. It is a place where each person may enter closed-door seclusion or circulate energy.”
At Ye An’s words, I glanced around.
It was not a very large space, and iron doors were attached one by one.
It looked as if the energy inside and outside had been cut off from each other.
A space for seclusion?
If one looked at it the wrong way, it would be fair to call it a prison.
“It seems all the rooms inside are occupied.”
“Yes, that is correct. It is always a popular place.”
There was no further conversation.
It was an obvious explanation about training rooms, so what was there to ask?
After that, we entered a place where a few more people could be seen.
“This is the Demon Heaven Hall.”
The Demon Heaven Hall.
It was different again from the space called the Demon Tempering Hall.
Here, I could see people of a different type.
They each wore the same martial robes and carried books around for training. Farther in, there seemed to be sparring rooms.
Could I roughly judge this as a space for exchange?
It’s more normal than I expected.
Since it was the Holy Cult, I had assumed they would be learning only murder techniques all the time.
But perhaps places where people lived were all the same. Or perhaps this was simply for show.
In any case, as I looked around, nothing seemed particularly problematic.
Only—
The stares are a bit annoying.
Every time we moved, I felt gazes looking this way.
It was a feast of sharp stares. Some looked at us subtly, while others stared outright.
Perhaps because it irritated him, Peng Dojun grinned and put strength into his body.
Prickle.
As he wrapped his fighting spirit around himself as if catching the gazes flying at us—
“...!”
People all around flinched.
They must have been startled by Peng Dojun’s energy.
“...Did you really have to do that?”
When I shook my head and spoke, Peng Dojun looked at me and said,
“What’s the problem? They glared first.”
“Just leave them alone. They’re probably staring because they’re curious.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess I am pretty handsome.”
“Your conscience is dead.”
“What, you punk?”
The voice cutting in belonged to Tang Cheonil.
Peng Dojun growled at him, but Tang Cheonil seemed uninterested and casually looked away.
“This is rather embarrassing. I apologize.”
Ye An offered an apology in their place.
“It seems the other Cult members are interested because orthodox-faction people coming here is somewhat unusual.”
“That can happen. We are no different.”
It was not so different from the reactions everyone showed when the Young Cult Leader came to the orthodox faction.
If there was a slight difference, it was that the gazes here were sharper.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“Not at all. Then, next—”
Just as I was about to ask where we were going—
Prickle.
“...”
I sent my gaze somewhere.
It was a place where many people had gathered.
From within it, I briefly felt something grating.
What is it?
What was this?
As I tilted my head and looked that way—
“Oh, looks like he felt it?”
“My, really?”
A group of three or four had gathered there.
I heard voices from within them.
“Interesting. I didn’t think he’d feel it. Does that mean he isn’t some riffraff?”
There was a young man with savage, upturned eyes and roughly disheveled long black hair.
At a glance, he looked like he had a filthy temper.
He resembled Tang Cheonil.
I meant his impression was nasty.
“...Gyo Yeon.”
Ye An frowned when he saw him.
Gyo Yeon?
That seemed to be the young man’s name.
“They are honored guests and visitors of the Cult. Restrain your rudeness.”
“Heh heh.”
At Ye An’s words, the one called Gyo Yeon approached us.
He was taller than I expected.
Was he only a little shorter than Peng Dojun?
“Rudeness? What did I do? If anything, I was showing courtesy because they are guests.”
“Does someone showing courtesy send out his energy?”
“This is the Holy Cult’s way of welcoming people. A blessing that a model student like you wouldn’t understand.”
“...”
Ye An’s expression worsened further.
I did not need anyone to tell me that the two of them were on bad terms.
“Ah, honestly. Why did Master entrust something this important to you? If it were me, I would have guided them in a much more amusing and exciting way. Don’t you think so?”
Tap.
He placed a hand on my shoulder.
“What do you think? Wouldn’t you rather be guided by me instead of someone like him, even now?”
I felt some pressure from the hand on my shoulder.
Look at this bastard.
He was subtly leaking energy.
I stared at it, then reached out and pushed his hand away.
Tap.
“Hm?”
Gyo Yeon’s eyes widened as his hand was lightly pushed off.
His gaze seemed to say, Look at this one.
“I’m fine. There is already someone who offered to guide us first, so there is no need to receive another guide.”
“...Oh?”
“And I did not think it was particularly rude.”
I spoke while looking at him.
“Because it was not dangerous or bothersome enough for that.”
“...What?”
What you shot out was such a faint power that it was not worth paying attention to.
When I spoke as if telling him that, Gyo Yeon’s expression crumpled instantly.
“No, well. I’m simply saying you don’t need to be too concerned.”
When I smiled slightly and added that, Peng Dojun burst out laughing behind me.
“Guh... Ha ha ha! Ah, as expected... As expected, you’re the best.”
“At what?”
I pretended not to know.
But this bastard had scratched at me first, so what reason did I have to stay still?
“Wow. You look like a pretty scholar, but you’ve got a temper. So you’re not just a kept pretty-boy?”
His hand moved again.
It was reaching toward my body as it was.
What is that?
The energy gathered at the tips of his fingers was strange.
It was red energy, but there was something unpleasant about how it looked.
As I was watching it—
“Brother.”
Someone approached Gyo Yeon and linked arms with him.
She was a woman with similarly sharp eyes.
However, I could tell she was beautiful.
“Don’t do that. Not on such a fine day.”
“...Hyo.”
“The guests were brought here by Ye An, too. If you act like this here... I’ll be sad.”
Her bright smile was captivating.
The beauty mark near her eye seemed to make it look even more seductive.
Then the woman’s gaze turned toward me.
“Hello. My name is Hyo Yeonri.”
“I am Bang Seongyeon.”
Hyo Yeonri.
She did not seem to be related by blood to that Gyo Yeon guy.
What is with this one?
As I looked at her, something felt unpleasant, and my chest stirred in an annoying way.
Ah, I understood.
Romantic calamity.
Looking at the woman, I could feel that she had been born with that fate in abundance.
As a woman, it was a good talent, but it was certain she was an uncomfortable existence.
Those born strongly with things like that were bound to be plagued by problems with men.
And if they used it—
They collapse.
There had been one woman like that in my past life.
An evil ghost of a woman who had chased after me, harassed me in irritating ways, and ultimately ruined herself alone.
This one is similar to that one.
I should avoid dealing with her as much as possible.
Thinking that, I turned around.
“...What are you all doing?”
“...”
“Huh? No...”
“Mm...”
Poison Dragon, Cloud Dragon, and even Peng Dojun were all staring fixedly at the woman called Hyo Yeonri, unable to take their eyes off her.
Lunatics.
“Come back to your senses...”
Since Yu Yeon was a woman, she seemed uninterested from the start, but she was looking at the three men with faint pity.
CLAP! CLAP!
When I clapped twice, the men’s gazes returned.
“Whew. Shall we go? It seems our business here is finished too.”
“Yes? Ah, yes... Let us do that.”
Ye An looked at me with something like curiosity.
Then he quickly began guiding us again.
*****
“Ha. That bastard...?”
Right after the ones from the orthodox faction moved far away, Gyo Yeon growled as he recalled what had just happened.
He had heard that the younger-generation prodigies sent from that side had arrived, so he had gone out of his way to take a look.
After seeing them, however, he was a little disappointed.
One man who looked obnoxious.
One dazed man.
One woman who was pretty, but whose thoughts he could not read.
And—
That big guy.
The large, black-haired man.
He thought that one was somewhat useful.
The level at which he controlled his force and his proficiency in external arts were both extraordinary.
He thought it would be entertaining to fight him.
But—
What is that guy?
What was the one at the very front?
He looked like a kept pretty-boy, and aside from being a little tall, Gyo Yeon had assumed he was nothing but frail.
He pushed it away?
He had lightly brushed aside a hand containing Gyo Yeon’s energy, then even ignored him.
Arrogant bastard.
What had he said?
That it was not even worth minding?
Those words had gotten under Gyo Yeon’s skin, so he had tried to mess with him a little.
If only Hyo hadn’t stepped in.
The beauty clinging right beside him.
Hyo Yeonri.
If not for this priestess called the peerless beauty of the Holy Cult, the bastard would have been rolling on the ground.
Consider yourself lucky.
As Gyo Yeon thought he would not leave him alone the next time they met—
Hmm.
Hyo Yeonri, who had her arm linked with Gyo Yeon’s, thought of the young man walking far away.
Interesting.
She had found something curious.
A man who did not show the slightest interest in her.
Even though he was that handsome, this was a different matter.
He doesn’t fall for me?
Her pride was a little wounded.
That was why she became interested.
Then I’ll make him fall.
Every decent man had to be placed beneath her feet.
No matter who he was.
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