"Was that all you wanted to ask me?" Kang Jin-Ho casually asked.
"...For now, yes," the Master replied coldly.
"I see. That means you made up your mind, right?"
Kang Jin-Ho rested his chin on his fist and stared in amusement at the Master. His posture was as disrespectful as it could be, but the story remained the same as before. He seemed so natural at it that it didn't matter to the Master.
"So? What will you do now? Will you try to kill me?" Kang Jin-Ho asked.
To be able to ask something like that without concern... Indeed, he couldn't be normal in the head!
However, the Master had gotten somewhat used to Kang Jin-Ho's antics by now. He coldly shot back with, "I'm still deciding."
Kang Jin-Ho began chuckling loudly. However, that was when Wiggins suddenly said something. "Master?"
The Master of the Round Table turned his head slightly to stare at Wiggins.
"Do you still remember what I told you?"
"What you told me? Can you clarify?"
"I believe my lord's assertions are on point, Master. That's because he's only speaking the facts. As such, it's fruitless to try to find a hole in his arguments. However, I'm sure you don't care about such things. Am I wrong?"
The Master couldn't respond. He wasn't even sure what to say to refute Wiggins.
"Master... Everyone in this world has their beliefs. Some of those beliefs could be wrong. And they could be right, too. However, the Round Table never differentiated them from the get-go. What it wants to know isn't whether the belief is right or wrong, but whether the belief holder is dangerous or not. Unfortunately, even the yardstick to determine that has been one-sidedly dreamed up by the Round Table."
The Master reflexively bit his lower lip. Because he... He realized he couldn't argue back. After all, didn't he just think Kang Jin-Ho was dangerous?
What Kang Jin-Ho said was not wrong. But the Master didn't care about the logic or justifications in the argument as his only focus was on figuring out how dangerous it would be for East Asia for someone like Kang Jin-Ho to exist in Korea.
'However... There is nothing wrong with that.'
It was impossible to know what was in a person's heart.
Considering everyone's feelings and stances every time the Round Table wanted to do something would get them nowhere. The Round Table had to make many decisions that could affect the entire world, so being considerate toward everyone would simply be too inefficient to get the job done.
"What are you trying to say, Wiggins? That I'm wrong?"
"No, Master. You might not be. However..." Wiggins slowly shook his head. "The Round Table is in the wrong. It claims to be the mediator, but when was the last time it mediated something? No, the Round Table is an oppressor. It suppresses, coerces, and forces others. Not through dialogue, but through sheer violence."
"Maybe," the Master abruptly cut Wiggins off. "Maybe you're right. The Round Table's methods might not be as good as we've believed them to be. However!"
The Master's voice was firm. Unwavering. Unshakable in his conviction.
"However, no such thing as a perfect and completely right method exists in life, Wiggins. The Round Table is not callously ignoring people's opinions and beliefs. No, we are simply choosing the way that we think will save the most number of souls. After all, it's impossible to satisfy everyone under the heavens."
"What a nice-sounding notion that is," Kang Jin-Ho responded instead of Wiggins. "In that case, how about this?"
He then leisurely got up. However, that was when the sheer pressure suddenly crushed down on the Round Table's side.
Kang Jin-Ho wasn't emitting more aura than before. And he certainly hadn't done anything threatening either. All he did was stand up, and that was all. R
Even then, the Master and his entourage were placed under indescribably dreadful pressure that forbade them from even moving a muscle.
The pressure was worse for the one with higher martial prowess. The members of the Master's entourage, who weren't even noticeable in Kang Jin-Ho's view, were only subjected to an invisible force crushing down on their bodies. However, to the Master, it felt like his heart was being squeezed to the bursting point by this incredible pressure.
This phenomenon wasn't simply a product of Kang Jin-Ho's stupendous strength.
Of course, one had to be strong enough before they could even think about exerting such incredible pressure on the others. Even so, the Master was convinced that someone on par with Kang Jin-Ho's strength still wouldn't be able to produce a level of pressure that could rival this phenomenon.
"You're right about how it's impossible to satisfy everyone. So, yeah. It's not wrong to sacrifice a few to keep the majority happy."
Demonic qi began trickling out of Kang Jin-Ho's figure like a living fog.
"However, that's something only a man who's prepared to sacrifice himself is allowed to say. So, how about it? If I promise to stop creating problems with everyone else for the price of killing you here right now... Will you gladly offer yourself up?"
"...!" The Master's brows rose sharply.
"Answer me."
While listening to Kang Jin-Ho, Lee Hyeon-Su reflexively swallowed his saliva in nervousness. He could clearly sense Kang Jin-Ho's anger now. Although, things hadn't escalated past the point of no return just yet.
After all, if Kang Jin-Ho were genuinely furious, he wouldn't be talking like this!
'What should I say to stop things from getting worse?'
Lee Hyeon-Su knew he had to say something, but what could he even say here to de-escalate the situation?
"Offer myself up, you say?" The Master asked back, his expression cramped and cold.
"Yeah, I said that. So?" Kang Jin-Ho cocked his head to the side.
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