“Why is the Fiend Butcher here?”
They say there are no eternal enemies or friends in this world, but there should be a limit. It had only been a few days since we fought at the Dragon Sky Escort Agency.
If I were to see the Fiend Butcher again, it would have made sense for him to appear alongside that eunuch lackey, the Corporal Punishment Thousand Household Commander or whatever he was called.
“He came looking for me this morning. He’s injured and is being treated.”
Do Gwang-il’s answer was out of context. It seemed he didn’t particularly want to talk about it, but I still had to ask. Glancing at the closed door, I lowered my voice as much as possible.
“Was the Fiend Butcher kicked out of the Eastern Depot?”
“He was stabbed and hid in a carriage from the Underworld Information Clan to escape. Isn’t it obvious?”
As I wondered what on earth had happened, I suddenly remembered the time Gwang-hyo and Gye Sa-hwang had fought at the Wandering Swordsmen Inn. The Fiend Butcher had also helped Gwang-hyo attack Gye Sa-hwang.
He had said that since Mo Gil-ho seemed to have been taken care of by the Demonic Sect, he had to at least drag Gye Sa-hwang with him to survive. Did things go wrong, and was he abandoned?
“Don’t tell me the Fiend Butcher is staying at the Vast Heaven Sect?”
“That is for the sect leader to decide.”