[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 312

“Grandfather, please eat your meal seriously.”

“Thank you. I’ll eat well.”

“Aunt Geuma prepared everything, I just brought it over.”

“Hoho.”

As I set the table in front of Grandfather, he chuckled and patted my head.

“Have you been to see Hyuncheol yet?”

“I was planning to go after introducing Danpung to the village, so I haven’t gone yet.”

“You’ve got some skill, so go give it a try.”

“Yes, I’ll go and come back.”

Grandfather nodded once and picked up his spoon.

Looking to the side, the Nameless Goblin, who had been standing far away, was staring at me with an awkward expression.

He seemed to be quite intimidated by Grandfather Georam.

“Nameless, where is this Hyuncheol person?”

“Over there.”

The Nameless Goblin raised his hand and pointed northeast.

A house stood there, closer than I expected.

“Are you going to Elder Hyuncheol’s place?”

“Yes. My weapon’s about to break, so I need to get it repaired.”

“…Alright. I’m off to train.”

The Nameless Goblin left a short remark and quickly disappeared.

“What’s with him?”

Seeing him suddenly burn with determination and vanish, it seemed like he might’ve mistaken that he trained until his weapon broke.

“I’m hungry!”

Ding!

“Here, eat.”

“Yay!”

As I pulled out a flower, Baekseol, who had been perched above, slid down and took the flower.

“Danpung, let’s eat too.”

“Ppiit!”

While Baekseol ate on her own, Danpung needed a little time to pack things into her cheek pouches.

Still, she diligently gathered the sunflower seeds I placed on my palm.

“Take your time packing.”

“Ppiit!”

As time passed, Danpung’s cheeks grew puffier.

“Danpung’s cheeks are so chubby.”

“Ppit.”

While feeding the two, I walked and soon found the house I was aiming for right in front of me.

Except for a thin fence made of woven branches, there wasn’t even a gate.

Even before entering, the intense heat radiating from inside made it clear it was a forge.

The constant clanging of metal from inside further confirmed it.

“Anyone here?”

At my call, the clanging stopped, and a middle-aged man covered in soot came out.

“Who’s there?”

“Hello.”

“Oh, it’s the youngest.”

“Yep.”

He seemed to have seen me when I became a goblin and they held a festival, but he wasn’t someone I remembered.

It’s a familiar yet strange feeling when someone knows you, but you don’t know them.

“What brings you here?”

“I came on Grandfather Georam’s recommendation.”

“Ah, from the village chief?”

“Yes. My weapon’s about to break, so I came to ask for repairs.”

The man nodded and pointed behind him with his finger.

“Let’s go in together.”

“Thank you.”

“Haha, no big deal.”

Following the man into the workshop, the intense heat hit my face.

“Wow…”

“Is it a bit too hot for you, youngest?”

“I can handle this much.”

Various tools hung on the walls, and beside a massive anvil leaned hammers and tongs.

Seeing the sparks flying from the forge, it seemed like most people wouldn’t last long here.

“Sure. Can you show me the weapon you mentioned?”

“Yep.”

The man brushes off the anvil as if to tell me to place the weapon on it.

“Here it is.”

“Oh?”

*Screeeech—*

As the man said, I gently place the Ruyi Jingu Bang on the anvil, and it lets out a scream.

Meanwhile, Danpung suddenly tugs at my clothes.

“Beep-beep— Beep-beep—”

“What’s wrong, Danpung?”

“Beep-beep— Beep-beep!”

“Want to go out and play?”

“Beep-beep!”

Danpung wags its tail excitedly.

The flowers growing outside and the good soil on the ground must be a playground for these little ones.

“Want to go play outside?”

“Yes!”

“Beep!”

The two of them hop down to the ground.

“Danpung, wait a moment.”

“Beep-beep?”

“Here, take this.”

I pull out a small handkerchief from the space and wrap it around Danpung’s neck, turning it into a stylish scarf.

“See this space here? You can put whatever you want in it.”

“Beep!”

Danpung jumps up and down in excitement. It’s Danpung’s very own bag.

When they come back, it’ll probably be filled with flowers and acorns.

“Don’t go too far, okay?”

“Yes!”

“Beep!”

The two of them dash outside in perfect harmony.

*Clang! Clang!*

Meanwhile, the man is carefully examining the Ruyi Jingu Bang, touching and tapping it.

“Hmm…”

“Is it not working out?”

“Just a moment.”

After a long pause, the man finally shakes his head.

“Sorry, kid, but this is beyond my skill.”

“Is that so?”

“I think the master needs to take a look at this.”

“The master?”

“Yeah. If I mess with it, I’ll probably just make it worse.”

Grandfather Georam had told me to find someone named Hyeoncheol.

“Isn’t your name Hyeoncheol?”

“Huh? No, I’m Hwadok. Hyeoncheol is our master’s name.”

“Ah!”

“Haha, you thought I was the master, huh?”

“Yep.”

You’d think he’d be upset about being mistaken, but he just laughs it off.

“The master is probably spending time in the main hall. I’ll go tell him. But…”

“Is he busy?”

Hwadok the Goblin looks around cautiously and leans in to whisper in my ear.

“The master has a fiery temper.”

“Ah, I see. I’ll handle it. I’m an expert in that field.”

“An expert? What field is that?”

“What’s going on here?”

Before Hwadok can finish, a voice calls from outside.

I turn around and see an old man with red eyes, a Hongik robe draped over his shoulders, and a pipe in his mouth, walking towards us.

“Master, you’re here.”

“Hmm.”

Red eyes, a black Hongik robe, and a pipe.

He looks no different from any other goblin, but the aura radiating from his natural stride is overwhelming.

“Oh, it’s the Heavenly Peach Goblin.”

“Hello.”

I bow my head in greeting, and he naturally pats my head.

At this point, I’m starting to think someone secretly smeared honey on my head.

“Here.”

“Hmm?”

I pull out a bottle of Heavenly Peach Wine from the space.

He pulls it out and hands it over, giving a puzzled look.

“A bribe. It’s the Heavenly Peach Wine I brewed.”

“A bribe? Hahaha!”

The old man’s laughter shakes the workshop so much that sparks even fly out of the stove.

“Alright, I’ll drink it well. Where else would you find a better bribe for a goblin?”

The old man pops the cork and immediately brings the bottle to his mouth.

Gulp, gulp.

The Heavenly Peach Wine flows down the old man’s throat.

At this point, it’s clear his esophagus must be made of steel.

“Hmm. Good. This wine is full of sincerity.”

When I first tried brewing it, I kept failing.

I realized the cause was a lack of sincerity, so I poured my heart into every step, and that’s how the Heavenly Peach Wine came to be.

“My friend is growing some fruits, and when they’re ready, I think I can brew an even tastier wine.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“Yes! And, Grandfather.”

“What, Grandfather? Hahaha! You cheeky brat.”

With each laugh, the building and ground shake.

“While you drink, I’ll give you a shoulder massage. They seem pretty tense.”

“Huh?”

Perhaps the offer was too sudden, as he just watches me move slowly.

“I’m a bit of a handyman, you see.”

Ding!

**〈Massage〉**

As I place my hands on the old man’s shoulders, his body comes into full view.

For any living being, there should be some misalignment or twists in the body from living, but his is surprisingly straight.

Still, it seems to be working, as I can feel the tension in his shoulders slowly easing through my fingertips.

Gulp, gulp.

“Phew. You’ve got quite the strength in those fern-like hands.”

“Feeling better?”

“Very much so.”

“Euuugh—cho?”

It’s just a matter of applying pressure based on the sensation in my fingertips, but his body is so tough that my hands are starting to ache.

“Oh, here, have this with it. It’s thinly sliced and fried potatoes. They’re salty and go well with wine.”

“Ohh.”

I take out the potato chips and place them on the table in the workshop, and the old man’s gaze shifts toward them.

I probably shouldn’t mention that Baekseol and Danpung fried them as snacks.

“Should I set up a drinking table for you?”

“This is plenty. It’s already quite luxurious.”

“I learned cooking from Aunt Geuma, so I’m pretty good at it.”

“Heh heh.”

The old man picks up a piece of potato chip and brings it to his mouth.

“This is also excellent.”

Goblins must have some potato spirit in them, as they all seem to love potatoes.

“So, what brings you here to spoil this old man?”

“My weapon is about to break. I came to ask for repairs.”

“Repairs?”

The old man’s gaze shifts to the Stove Goblin, who takes a step back.

Then, the Ruyi Jingu Bang hidden behind him is revealed.

“Hmm?”

The old man, who had been staring at the Ruyi Jingu Bang, approaches the anvil and reaches out.

“Uh, uh, Grandfather, that’s heavy… Huh?”

The old man lifts the Ruyi Jingu Bang as if it were a broomstick, examining it from all angles.

“Isn’t this the iron rod that crazy monkey used to swing around without a care in the world? You’ve brought something interesting.”

The first Stove Goblin

The Golden Star King

[Hyeoncheol]

***

The sound of a desk being pounded loudly echoes through the previously quiet meeting room.

“Vice Leader Yu Bit-na. Why on earth is the government-affiliated guild blocking the Saint’s personal information?”

“It’s not something I can decide on my own.”

“That’s exactly why I’m asking, why?!”

The man talking to Yu Bit-na loses his temper and abruptly stands up from his seat.

The chair he was sitting on gets pushed back and tumbles to the floor.

“I’ve told you multiple times that the proper procedure is to ask her first.”

“Then immediately issue a summons to the Saint. Is what I’m saying difficult to understand?”

“Go ahead and deliver it yourself.”

“The Saint is a valuable national asset! You can’t just do as you please!”

*Crash!*

The man finally kicks the chair in frustration.

At that moment, a calm yet firm voice cuts through the tension.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

It was the President, seated at the head of the table alongside the association chairman.

“According to reports from soldiers treated due to the Demon Gate, she was very attentive. Doesn’t that make her an exemplary Saint of South Korea?”

Yu Bit-na’s mouth itched to speak.

What would happen if Han Ga-eul, who had spent decades navigating the political arena, faced off against these seasoned snakes?

They would naturally try to manipulate the Saint with their silver tongues.

But would the Saint really move according to their wishes?

Yu Bit-na couldn’t bring herself to say that if Han Ga-eul were here, she’d probably punch them in the face first.

“Then what’s the problem, Vice Leader Yu Bit-na? If you keep your mouth shut, the conversation can’t proceed.”

“It’s just…”

Despite the President’s calm words, Yu Bit-na couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Han Ga-eul seemed to consider her a friend. From a friend’s perspective, she was an incredibly reliable ally.

Han Ga-eul was the type to brush off insults directed at herself, but things changed when those close to her were involved.

Especially the small, white rabbit that always accompanied her—it was like a nuclear button waiting to be pressed.

“I’ve heard that the Saint even refused the rewards from the Demon Gate.”

Whispers grew louder at the President’s words.

“Is she free from material desires?”

“I heard the Saint from the United States is obsessed with money. How different.”

“We need to leash her quickly…”

‘She’s just a crazy woman who lives for fun.’

Yu Bit-na wanted to shout it out loud but held back again and again.

The Saint’s summon, which looked like a Demon King, once wiped out an entire city with a single sword strike. After capturing the dragon that was a disaster for the United States, she asked for a pot and soybean paste as rewards.

They had no idea how much of a lunatic their homegrown Saint really was.