Jongi, who was hospitalized at the animal hospital, has been discharged.

    Kim Ha-yang, the mother, returned home carrying Jong-i.

    She said nothing. She simply handed the old stray dog into her daughter’s arms.

    “Jjong is here!”

    I saw Jongi wagging his tail while being held in my arms.

    It makes Kim Sa-rang’s face moist, just like before she was admitted to the hospital.

    “Wow…”

    “Ehhhh, Jong-i! I have a woman to introduce to you! Her name is Eunha, and she is the one and only…”

    Jong-i looks exactly the same as before.

    The tail, wagging gently, is full of strength.

    Brrrr…

    Because of this, Kim Sa-rang believed that Jong-i had returned from the hospital completely healed.

    I didn’t even ask my mother, Kim Ha-yang, about Jong-i’s physical condition.

    Because I was scared.

    For fear of knocking over the precariously built Jenga.

    It’s not like I’m stupid and don’t have any sense.

    Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he turned his eyes away.

    While I was searching the internet for things like the dog’s lifespan, I was anxious.

    I didn’t really say anything.

    “I’ll ask Eunha Doryeok to help me study for the promotion exam, and then I’ll introduce you to Jongi while I’m at it!”

    “Love. That’s…”

    A companion dog that has been with me since birth.

    You are like a flowing hourglass.

    The sand that flowed from your watch piled up in my heart.

    Now, even the few grains of sand that are left, you will give them to me while wagging your tail.

    “… Before it’s too late. I want to introduce my family. Oh my.”

    “… … .”

    “Jjong! You should stock up on your internal energy for the time being. When the Milky Way comes, Jjong will show you how to throw the discus, which you are best at.”

    If only we had a little more time.

    The weight of the sand grains piled up in the sandbox sends the pent-up resentment flying high into the sky.

    … … .

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Thud…

    Jong-i fell down.

    In the afternoon after lunch.

    While throwing a discus in the front yard of the main building.

    Jong-i, who had walked up to Kim Sa-rang’s feet, looked up at Kim Sa-rang, who was smiling brightly.

    She lies down, leaning against his legs.

    “… … Jong-ah?”

    The hourglass stops.

    The clock of one life stops.

    Kim Sa-rang looking down at Jong-i with a smiling face.

    Soon the smile disappears from her face, and she drops the disc in her hand.

    Kim Sa-rang tried to wake up Jong-i, who was lying on the bed and not moving, by shaking him.

    “Jjong-ah?… Jjong-ah?”

    The sight of you lying on your side with your eyes closed looks so comfortable,

    My heart ached.

    “Why all of a sudden… Jong-ah?”

    Why all of a sudden?

    Just now, you were crying loudly.

    All of a sudden like this.

    Kim Sa-rang, in a panic, hugged Jong-i.

    Was it this heavy? Was it this quiet?

    I couldn’t figure it out.

    “This… uh… huh?… No…”

    A companion dog that has been with me my entire life.

    I stroked my face.

    I’m so deep asleep that I’ve forgotten to breathe.

    A child who, even though he was lying down weakly, would wag his tail as if nothing happened when Kim Sa-rang’s scent came near.

    I guess he didn’t want to worry you.

    If I had known it would be this hard, I wouldn’t have come out into the yard.

    I don’t think you asked me to play discus throwing.

    I wish I had told you a little more that I loved you.

    A heavy regret clumps up in my heart.

    I thought something like this would happen someday.

    I prepared myself mentally, even if only a little.

    It seems like that wasn’t the case.

    My vision is blurry.

    Did my eyes get worse from playing games with Galaxy last night?

    “No… No…”

    I raised my head.

    I needed help.

    Her mother, Kim Ha-yang, was away on guild business.

    The other guild members must be working hard in the office right now.

    Anyone is fine.

    With that in mind, I looked around.

    My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t tell where anyone was.

    “Jjongi… Our Jjongi…”

    I can’t see ahead.

    The moisture running down my cheeks falls to the floor.

    If it were my mother, Kim Ha-yang, she would have asked for help from others even if she couldn’t see ahead.

    But, because I am stupid,

    I am not wise, and I have nothing in my head,

    What should I do in this situation?

    What decision to make.

    I couldn’t figure out anything.

    If only I were a little smarter.

    If only I were wise.

    Maybe it was a little different.

    Maybe a little more would have made Jongi happy.

    I feel regret mixed with resentment.

    ‘Please… someone…’

    A loner with no friends.

    Kim Sa-rang felt lonely and cold while holding Jong-i in her arms.

    … … .

    … … Knock knock…!

    “Ms. Kim Sa-rang.”

    and,

    To Kim Sa-rang, who was sitting in the yard,

    Warm starlight came down.

    … … .

    … … .

    To tell you the truth,

    I was thinking of going back to Euncheon-gu before lunch.

    Didn’t you already stay out one night?

    I feel burdened by the sudden paid vacation I received.

    I was planning to go to work at the cafe this afternoon.

    ( … Miss. How long is your vacation? )

    (Overnight stay coupon. Use it tomorrow too.)

    If it weren’t for the old security guard’s advice last night,

    The galaxy might not be here now.

    ‘Elder…’

    A person who fails to protect something precious.

    An old man who resembles a castle wall.

    Maybe that’s why.

    Because the grudge still remains and the lump has not gone away,

    So that Eunha can protect what Kim Sa-rang holds dear,

    He said to protect you too,

    Did it help you?

    “Thank you.”

    Words of gratitude that reach no one.

    Eunha, who crossed the yard with a sloppy leap, kneels before Kim Sa-rang.

    Kim Sa-rang, who hugged Jong-i, who was fast asleep, blinked her eyes, which were clouded by tears, and looked at Eun-ha.

    “Ugh… Galaxy… Galaxy huh…”

    “Mr. Banharin.”

    Sarak-.

    The sound of leaves rustling.

    Banharin, who appeared silently at Eunha’s words, bowed her head.

    Then, she puts Eunha’s carrier, which she brought from Kim Sa-rang’s room, on the floor and disappears.

    Click-.

    A woman who passed by like a ghost.

    Eunha opened the carrier that Banharin had brought.

    An emergency escape pistol, a bag of salt and a saw, a change of clothes,

    [Black Book] hidden behind the box.

    Dalgrak.

    And, the ‘original potion’ made by Kang Na-ri with Eunha’s blood.

    I took out the original potion, not the diluted [Silver Potion].

    ‘Is this possible?’

    Kim Ha-yang said that [Silver Potion] is useless for physical defects or aging.

    How about the original amount?

    (There is no longevity without a price.)

    (So it’s okay. When it’s time to leave, you should leave. If you try to hold on to a child who is going to rest comfortably, it will only cause pain to both of you.)

    I thought back over the story Kim Ha-yang told me this morning.

    If she were here now, would she have stopped her actions?

    Swish.

    I stroked Jong-i’s body.

    The warm air is cooling down in the chill of October.

    ‘Jjong-ah. I haven’t heard your opinion yet.’

    1 vote against.

    1 vote reserved.

    Eunha stared straight at Kim Sa-rang.

    Kim Sa-rang frowns as if her eyes are dazzled and looks at Eun-ha.

    “Ms. Kim Sa-rang. If you could give Jong-i a little more time…”

    “Please help me.”

    Eunha was about to ask the same question she had asked to Guild Leader Kim Ha-yang.

    But Kim Sa-rang’s scream was faster than that.

    “Our Jong-i. There’s still a lot I haven’t done for you… I haven’t done anything for you yet…”

    “… … .”

    “Anything is fine… I want to live with Jong…”

    There was no question.

    1 vote in favor.

    Contrary to what they say, they did nothing.

    It seems that Kim Sa-rang gave too much to Jong-i.

    Eun-ha hugged the sad Kim Sa-rang tightly.

    “Okay. Leave it to me.”

    The sapsaree I met for the first time yesterday.

    There’s no particular reason why I want to help.

    I do it because I can.

    So that Kim Sa-rang can concentrate on her studies.

    Be happy with your family.

    I just hope her story has a happy ending.

    Because ending in tragedy is enough of a story in itself.

    I hope Kim Sa-rang is happy.

    “No matter how things turn out, I’ll take full responsibility.”

    “… … .”

    “You can blame me.”

    A hand wiping away Kim Sa-rang’s tears.

    In the place where the sadness had been wiped away, there was Eunha, smiling as usual.

    “… … Thank you.”

    Whose words were those?

    I still don’t know,

    like that,

    Today, Eunha started doing what she could do.

    … … .

    “Grandpa. What can I do for you to help me?”

    – “Come see my face sometimes.”

    “Okay.”

    The ‘original potion’ packed in the carrier is one bottle.

    That’s why you have to be careful.

    The first thing Eunha did was to borrow wisdom from the old man at [Euncheon Park].

    An old man who was left alone in a world where a huge bell tower had been built, and who rang the evening bell without ceasing.

    If Grandpa wanted to be wiser than anyone else, he would help Kim Sa-rang.

    People who think they are smart tend to teach stupid people things even if they are just a little bit nagged at by them.

    The galaxy decided to borrow the kindness mixed with resentment of ‘that thing’.

    – “I realized one day that what I really need to approach is the inside.”

    “I found a way to understand the nonsense I was talking about earlier, but there’s no need for Grandpa to talk nonsense too.”

    – “That damn bastard.”

    The sound of clicking my tongue hits my eardrums.

    He’s a grandpa who’s secretly fun to tease.

    What we really need to approach is our inner selves.

    Roughly speaking, does this mean we need to find Jong-yi’s soul?

    It’s similar to the girl I met at [Neulpurum Emergency Center] before.

    If Jong-i had closed his eyes, if even a little resentment had remained,

    It’s probably still hanging around here.

    I decided to find it first and then think about it.

    – “You’re so understanding.”

    “How many times have I grown old and died because of Grandpa? Anyway, thank you Grandpa. I’ll go to the park later, so take care of business.”

    Pirolong.

    Eunha hung up the phone and got up from her seat.

    Kim Sa-rang, who was listening intently to the old man’s voice coming from the other end of the cell phone, frowns as she puts Jong-i down on the veranda.

    “That voice…! Who was it?”

    “There’s an old man I met at [Euncheon Academy] last time.”

    “Ah…… Ah, I remembered. So what should I do?”

    Things to do.

    Find a puppy.

    I ended up doing something unexpectedly hunter-like.

    “Jjong is guarding. I’ll bring Jjong.”

    There is no regret, but there is resentment.

    Eun-ha reassured Kim Sa-rang, borrowed a black uniform and a sword from her, and entered the main building.

    Knock knock!

    A hallway where we advance with brisk strides.

    Soon, Eunha entered a dark and old wooden hallway, not the main building of [Changcheon Swordsman].

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    [For the students of Mirinae Dojo]

    – This is a dojo that aims for a refined and beautiful mind and body.

    – Quietly and elegantly, our dojo welcomes your visit.

    0. The character is in the eyes, the attitude is in the clothes.

    – Due to unavoidable circumstances, all trainees at our Mirinae Dojo are required to wear the same uniform.

    – I would also like to ask for your cooperation.

    1. Know the sorrow of a widow spider.

    – A spider web becomes a precious home for someone.

    – A drop of dew caught in a spider’s web flows down and moistens our throats.

    2. Know the sorrow of a left-handed inspector.

    – The darkest room in my dojo.

    – The left-handed inspector guards the lord’s front again today.

    2-1. If you want to learn martial arts, look for a left-handed swordsman.

    – He is a good teacher to everyone.

    3. I love shiny floors!

    – Twinkle twinkle! Twinkle twinkle! Twinkle twinkle! Twinkle twinkle!

    – Twinkle twinkle! Twinkle twinkle….

    ~~ Omitted ~~

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    [Changcheon Sword Song].

    No, now it is a space that should be called [Mirinae Dojo].

    The place resembles a maze of long corridors and endless sliding doors.

    Eunha, who took off the clothes she was wearing and changed into a black uniform, looked around.

    It must be somewhere around here.

    Because these are the words of a wise old man.

    So, I will go find Jong-i and hear his choice.

    ‘There are many ways to find it.’

    I just need the fastest way out of this situation.

    Eun-ha dropped the sword she had borrowed from Kim Sa-rang into the dark wooden hallway.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    7. Store the adhesive tape in a designated place.

    – We recommend storing blades at a height that is out of reach of children under 80cm tall, such as in a kitchen knife holder or bedroom drawer.

    – Children tend to have accidents when they look away for a moment.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Chaenggrangㅡ!

    The sound of a blade falling.

    The laughter of children continues without interruption, as if they were playing trains.

    Gyaruruk~!

    As soon as you put the sword down on the ground, a transparent ‘something’ starts jumping around the galaxy.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    7-2. After waiting, I found happiness in my arms.

    – Thank you for your transparent courtesy.

    – In the future, if you wish, your child will help you with his transparency.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Huh…!

    A lonely invisible man runs to Eunha and hugs her.

    “Mom! Look at me!”

    “Me too… I’m sorry for meeting you so soon, but can you help me find a puppy? It’s a gray stray dog.”

    “Woof! Shovel! We’ll find it too!”

    Kwaruk Kwaruk.

    Happy laughter echoes through the dark hallways.

    Blink, blink, the hallway lights blinked for a few seconds.

    Eun-ha was staring blankly at the long sword that had fallen on the floor.

    I paid attention to the hand of [Transparent Baby] patting my butt.

    “Found it! Shovel! Hide!”

    “Okay, can you guide me?”

    “Wow~!”

    Kyaarruk!

    [Transparent Baby] points down an endless corridor.

    Go straight ahead, turn several corners, and you’ll find yourself behind a firmly closed sliding door.

    … … Of course, the [transparent baby’s] finger pointing in the direction was not visible.

    Because it’s transparent.

    “Can you pull the clothes in the direction of the dog?”

    『Eww… If you break the rules, you’ll get punished. Just move the knife.』

    “I see. This is tricky.”

    “Why, Mom? Should I disobey you? If it’s a request from Mom, it’s okay to disobey.”

    “… No time. Let’s do this.”

    Phew!

    There was little hesitation.

    Eunha picked up the knife that had fallen on the floor and stabbed it deep into her abdomen.

    Knock knock!

    A blade that cuts through flesh.

    It splits open the intestines, pierces the back, and vomits out pain.

    As expected, you can’t get used to being sick.

    Galaxy, leaning her shoulder against the wall in the hallway, took a deep breath.

    “Shut up……! Phew…! Phew…! It hurts…”

    “Hey… Mom, are you okay?”

    “Of course. I’m a lively mom.”

    “Aside from your body, is your head okay?”

    The galaxy did not answer.

    She smiles faintly and holds [the transparent baby] in her arms.

    Gulp.

    My internal organs are torn apart by the blade that opens the wound with every movement.

    The flowing blood dyes the uniform dark red, but fortunately the uniform is black.

    “Whew…! I’ll just keep running like this. When you come to a corner, just move the sword and tell me the direction.”

    Objective: Find the lost puppy.

    Saving someone else through someone else’s grudge.

    Even if the jjongi cannot be restored,

    A time to say goodbye to your loved ones and loved ones.

    Knock!

    Eunha used ‘body strengthening’ and ran down the hallway.

    “Gyah~! Mom, slow down!”

    “I know!”

    An endless corridor.

    Sliding doors lining the hallway.

    Soon a fork in the road appeared.

    Go straight or turn right.

    Kkukkuk!

    The sword embedded in the ship moved to the right.

    She flinched at the blade piercing her wound, and Eun-ha somehow managed to straighten her wobbly legs and turned toward the hallway on the right.

    If you do it, it will work.

    The galaxy did not stop.

    … … .

    … … .

    (There is no longevity without a price.)

    Guild leader Kim Ha-yang’s words.

    That might be true.

    There is no longevity without a price.

    However, it may be possible to shoulder that price instead.

    Thump… thump.

    – Hello! Colok… Kim Sa-rang!

    “Galaxy, are you okay?”

    – I found Jong! Woof woof…!

    After a while, Kim Sa-rang, who was guarding Jong-i’s side.

    She raised her head at the sound of the galaxy’s boiling voice coming from the other end of the phone.

    – But Jong-i hates me now. Is it because I’m a stray dog? I need Ms. Kim Sa-rang.

    – Woof…

    A familiar crying sound taps Kim Sa-rang’s shoulder.

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