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MAKJOSEON.
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"It is unwise to advance our troops into Jinjoseon now," Advisor Bom-Nuri informed a group of seven generals who whispered among themselves in displeasures, "we need to gather the supplies of Beonjoseon before we can begin to conquer more of the northern lands,"
None of them spoke after as the advisor's eyes roamed around their faces, searching for any other disapprovals coming from the military's representatives. Bom-Nuri was a fierce man, respected and never defied unless they wanted to die. He was well trusted by the two generations of kings of Makjoseon and served the royal house for almost thirty-nine summers.
He was known for many things in the court as he was the embodiment of Mireuk — the creator god who when angered, caused many of the world sufferings, according to other advisors who served the King of Makjoseon. Bom-Nuri tended to cause havoc within the court if needed, escaping the punishment which was to follow for the mayhem as at the end of the day, he was too powerful to confront.
Some believed that he was the god himself or that he was a descendant of the sacred being. But it was always to remain a mystery.
"Advisor Bom-Nuri," a young general bowed respectfully as he stepped out of the small group, "I would like to speak to the King,"
The other generals glanced at him briefly, sending him silent farewells as he dared to request a private meeting with the King himself. Everyone knew how unpleasantly it ended and how much of a risk it is to confidentially meet with the King who was undoubtedly not someone you would enjoy negotiating with.
"Who are you to request such?" The older man spat, eyes narrowed at the young general, whose expression did not change. Who was this male? Bom-Nuri thought as the younger man bowed again.
"General Park Jimin," his soft voice bounced off the walls of the hall and hit the advisor with a great force and he sharply jumped out of his seat.
"Park?" Bom-Nuri's brows rose, and immediate guilt took over him, "you are the nephew of Park Gyeong-Su?" He asked carefully.
Jimin only nodded and Bom-Nuri mumbled a quick excuse of treating the male harshly. His uncle, Park Gyeong-Su, was the most famous general among the royal army. He led the First Company — the utmost elite and powerful fraction known. Dedicated, prevailing and a worthy leader; his nephew was just like him despite being of a young age to hold such elevated rank among the military of Makjoseon.
As the advisor was about to request the general to follow him, a few careful steps repeated through the room and everyone's heads instantly lowered, including the advisor as the King of Makjoseon himself entered, the doors closing tight behind him as he finally stepped into the hall completely.
His graceful robes stretched as they trailed behind him, the black silk with embroidered patterns, heavy and shining under the rays of the sun which got through the thin cracks of the wooden walls. His aura, gloomy and threatening, had engulfed everyone and no one could help but feel as if they are before Seokga himself. The extravagant headdress of white gold had the rarest gems decorating it, shining as some of the gems dangled at the sides, reaching his shoulders.
