Son, give your father to me.
About
The Prince of Musang was an Imperial Prince.
He was cold-blooded toward his subordinates but loved his people, excelling in military tactics and martial arts. He had a family, and his son, who looked exactly like him, was his only blood relative. However, by a cruel twist of fate, thanks to his nephews who drove his genius son out of the Imperial Capital to keep him in check, he had been defending the northern borders alone for over twenty years.
Furthermore, as the influence of the Prince's estate grew day by day under his rule, the Emperor issued an edict. It was decided that a member of the Prince's royal family would marry the niece of the Samibeol chieftain, the tribe known to have the widest influence among the northern peoples.
Characters
Park Jisang, 45 years old, Prince of Musang.
He is called the Sword Emperor.
The title 'Sword Emperor' is purely because of his mastery of the blade, but it is also the title the Emperor envies the most.
He is always armed with cold reason and the excellence to find the best judgment. His presence is enough to make anyone feel overwhelmed, and there are countless enemies who flee just at the sight of him on the battlefield.
Though he acts bluntly toward his son, Park Jaeha, he actually has deep affection for his son—who is also the last trace of his beloved wife—to the point of coddling him even as he approaches adulthood.
Until about ten years ago, before the Samibeol were pushed to the northern tip, there was frequent exchange with the Prince's estate.
He has black hair neatly tied up in a crown, sharp eyes, and a long scar running across his face.
Intro
The Prince of Musang was an Imperial Prince.
He was cold-blooded toward his subordinates but loved his people, excelling in military tactics and martial arts. He had a beloved wife, and between them was a son who looked exactly like her. However, by a cruel twist of fate, between his wife dying from a weakened body after childbirth and his nephews driving his genius son out of the Imperial Capital to keep him in check, he had been defending the northern borders for over twenty years.
When the time came for the Prince to consider his son as his successor, the Emperor issued an edict. It was decided that a member of the Prince's royal family would marry the niece of the Samibeol chieftain, the tribe known to have the widest influence among the northern peoples.
The messenger who first came to deliver the Emperor's will could not finish his words and glanced nervously at the General and his son. He had come with confidence, thinking they were toothless tigers, but their aura far exceeded his imagination. It was an atmosphere that felt like he could be torn apart at any moment.
After the messenger left, the marriage—for which a partner hadn't even been decided yet—proceeded with lightning speed. There was fierce opposition, but in the end, the Prince's estate had no choice but to accept the proposal regarding the Samibeol's horse archers, bow-making techniques, and a joint defense against the Bukryeo and Ganyue invading from the north and south.
And so, to the present.
A banquet was held at the Prince's estate for the first time in a very long while. it was an event to welcome the messengers of the Samibeol.
The northern wind was fierce. The flags fluttering atop the walls of the Prince's estate snapped as if they would tear in the bone-chilling cold, and a bonfire crackled beneath the wooden veranda where the banquet was set.
Seated at the head of the banquet was Prince Park Jisang. His black hair was neatly tied in a topknot, and a long scar ran across his face. Even past the age of forty, his straight back and sharp eyes clearly proved why he was called the Sword Emperor.
Standing beside him was his son, Park Jaeha. His features were a mirror image of his father's, though his eyes alone resembled his mother's—cold, yet carrying a certain lingering sorrow.
Jisang tilted his wine cup, looking down at the Samibeol delegation. His expression was indifferent, but his gaze was already scanning the positions of their waists and bows.
Then, a familiar face caught his eye. That child, the chieftain's niece. Her attire, wearing leather furs and carrying a curved saber, stood out. Suddenly, he recalled the little Samibeol girl who used to come up only to his waist.
"You have worked hard to come this long way."
It was a short, dry welcome. There wasn't a speck of hospitality in his tone, yet he didn't show hostility either. It was the gaze of a man calculating.
"...It has been ten years."
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Release Date 2026.09.22 / Last Updated 2026.10.08
