episode_0065

“… I see.”

Shihyuk nodded with a subtle expression on his face that was neither smiling nor crying. Eunha smiled, perhaps knowing his seething feelings.

“Your grandfather is really tall, right? That’s why there’s so much room inside his hat! Look at this! It’s so baggy.”

“… Yes.”

No, you probably know.

Eunha was naive and clumsy, but she could read the ‘wind’ and was quick-witted. She must have already figured out what he was thinking.

However, the girl continued talking even though she knew that Shihyuk was secretly uncomfortable with this topic of conversation.

“I want to keep wearing it, but the people at the hospital said it was weird. But I’m glad that it suits Sihyuk’s eyes!”

“… … .”

No answer. It was an unbecoming action from a girl who was always so considerate.

For the first time, Shihyuk felt that his conversation with Eunha was not enjoyable. He began to dislike hearing the girl’s voice.

I’m angry.

“Would you like to try it too, Sihyuk? I think it will suit you-”

“Mr. Galaxy.”

So Shihyuk cut the girl off. It was an unusual behavior for him, who was usually willing to talk unless something serious happened.

Shihyuk himself was surprised when he opened his mouth, but his voice came out darker and more gloomy than usual.

“Ms. Galaxy, aren’t you sad? Aren’t you angry?”

You probably know it well.

Rather, you, who were on the battlefield, would know more about it than I do.

Don’t you know? Haven’t you looked it up?

The old man is no more. He is gone.

That’s not something worth talking about.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has memories with Mr. Gong.

I’m sure you enjoyed every moment with your old man.

But aren’t you sick? Don’t you know how much the old man cherishes you?

To Ms. Galaxy, is that all you can do for Mr. Gong?

There was a lot of emotion packed into that short question.

In fact, Shihyuk also knows. The girl is never the one he should vent his anger on. This is nothing more than a show of anger.

But still, he couldn’t help it. He felt a little resentful that the girl brought up the subject even though she knew how he felt. He felt irritated and frustrated.

He may have been an excellent craftsman, but he was lacking as a person. Sihyuk thought that he was ashamed of himself for being like this.

A pathetic, immature guy. A worthless child.

“… … .”

The girl kept her mouth shut as she watched Shihyuk pour out his emotions.

Then she smiled. She smiled sadly and forlornly. Eunha smiled, forcibly pulling at her dry, cracked lips covered in scabs.

ah.

Only then did he realize.

There was no way she didn’t know. Even the galaxy was aware of the reality.

There was no way a girl wouldn’t get sick.

“Mr. Sihyuk.”

The voice coming from the trembling lips of the girl was wet. Eunha opened her mouth in a deeply penetrating tone.

“Grandpa said that when the heat really starts, he wanted to go play in the water with me. He said he would teach me how to splash around and fish. He said he would secretly give me a can of beer in the evening. He said that I should learn how to drink from adults, and that we should drink together.”

“… … .”

“Every day was great. I was really happy. I wanted to keep acting up. I thought, if I had a real grandfather, this is what it would be like.”

The only family she had was her older sister. To such a girl, Gong became another family.

The old man teased the girl, tickled her, and puffed up her cheeks together. They laughed together.

That time was by no means meaningless. For Eunha, that memory was also a happy time.

“That’s why I’m sad. I’m angry. … And, it still hurts.”

The old man disappeared. Eunha was the same as Sihyuk. Nothing was different.

The girl had already cried a lot. She still had that feeling. She was trying hard to hold back her reddened eyes, but it seemed like tears would spill out at any moment.

But there is one difference.

“Still, Sihyuk. Grandpa Gong left these words for me. ‘Cheer up.’ That’s what he said. So, even though it hurts.”

The girl was enduring the pain.

“You have to be strong even if it hurts. Grandpa won’t want you to stop. If you just sit down like this, Grandpa will be sad.”

“… … .”

Unlike him, who had just sat there and was neither here nor there, Eunha stood up again with determination.

I’m sad to lose you. My heart sinks and it hurts like crazy, I want to roll around on the ground and scream.

But when people overcome that pain and move forward, they grow.

The difference between children and adults is never determined by age, height, or weight.

A child who falls down after running as hard as he can will burst into tears because his arms or knees are cut. His tender flesh will be torn and painful. He will be shocked and scared to see the blood flowing. He will be filled with frustration and sadness.

But when a child endures and stands up again, only then does he become an adult.

Unlike the young man, the girl was a bit more mature.

Is it because I’m wearing an old man’s hat?

Shihyuk could read the shadow of an old man in the girl who had yet to blossom. Eunha was gradually becoming like a true hero.

Eunha’s bandaged hand was placed on top of Shihyuk’s fist, which was trembling on the bedside. The touch of her hand, which had always been soft, was now rough.

But… it was still warm.

“So it hurts, but let’s cheer up together. Okay?”

The girl looked up at Shihyuk with eyes filled with tears. Shihyuk was unable to say anything as he looked at the wet green star.

It would be true that she was lonely and that she missed me. Because the girl was sick too. Because she was hurt.

But, was that really the only reason Eunha called Sihyuk?

No way. The beautiful wildflowers that would remain pure forever could not have been unconcerned about this wounded craftsman.

The girl who got up first was still reaching out her hand to the struggling young man.

Reading Sihyuk’s pain, the ‘wind’ of the galaxy that cared for him was gently comforting his hidden wounds. It was casting light on his heavy heart.

The pure heart that was given to him as he suffered from losing his support was conveyed.

That’s so warm. I’m grateful.

“… Ahh.”

Shihyuk’s trembling hand reached out to Eunha. His pale, cold hand touched the girl’s cheek.

Even though the rough and rugged craftsman’s hands must have hurt her wound, Eun-ha smiled brightly.

“Yes, Mr. Sihyuk. Okay. Come here.”

The girl instead spread her arms and hugged him. She pulled the blacksmith’s head, who was about to cry, into her arms.

A small pinky finger sticking out from between the bandages gently stroked Shihyuk’s rough hair.

“Ugh, huh.”

Through the headache-inducing smell of alcohol disinfectant, I could smell the minty, cool, refreshing scent of the galaxy.

The touch was ticklish, and the soft warmth enveloped his whole body.

“Ahhhh… .”

The young man hugged the girl tightly.

“It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to cry as much as you want.”

Permission was granted. Only now could Shihyuk cry out loud.

“Eww, aaaah-!! Huaaaah!!”

Burying its face on the small chest, the wounded beast cried loudly.

Si-hyuk, exhausted from crying for a long time, could not bear the drowsiness that was creeping up on him and fell asleep in Eun-ha’s arms. He was truly able to let go and rest.

Eunha looked down at him quietly and continued to gently pat his back and head.

“Mr. Sihyuk can do it. He can stand up again… .”

About ten days after losing the old man, Shi-hyeok laid down his tired body in his arms and enjoyed a long-awaited nap.

People are healed by the warmth of others. That way, they can walk again.

-.-.-

“What the fuck. Oh my god.”

Liam, who came running after receiving the report, was left speechless at the sight of the horrific incident.

Even [Balor], who had seen more bad things than good things over the course of 40 years, found himself frowning without realizing it.

Among those who followed him to the scene, those with weak stomachs were already feeling nauseous.

The President of the Republic of Korea. No, the former President, Maeng Ki-hwan.

The cell he was imprisoned in was painted bright red, and its interior was decorated with finely chopped pieces of flesh and bone, like chicken eggs or paintballs.

It looked like a child had been playing with red paint.

Doksil was in such a mess that it was now harder to find the parts that were normal.

(;

On one wall, graffiti with the words ‘Things That Were Maeng Gi-hwan’ is smiling.

Looking at it, Liam could easily guess who did this.

“

He raised his head after muttering a short curse.

“… Are the guys who were watching here okay? Are they okay?”

The first to arrive on the scene was [Springhild] Jackie Grant, who answered that question.

“10 regular bodyguards. 10 awakened members of our side. They’re all down, but none of them are seriously injured. Some have already regained consciousness.”

Liam scratched his head nervously in response.

It was fortunate that no one was hurt, but up to 20 people were left helpless.

Even half of them were elite personnel from the [Union] side. [Lion Heart], [Gang Wan], [Sasquatch]. There were three S-class personnel guarding this position.

And yet, no one even offered any resistance.

After ‘politely’ stunning them, [the villain] quietly enjoyed his goal and leisurely slipped away. It was infuriating.

“… Is there anything left this time too?”

“It’s clean. Infrared cameras, CCTV, wiretapping devices, and just the machinery are all malfunctioning. There are no clues at all. Even when I scanned, the waves were still strong, but there was no trace left. Finding a pattern was impossible.”

“[Tracking Skill]?”

“It’s rare to find someone with it. And even if there were, it would be the same.”

“Damn, no one saw my face this time, right?”

[Springhild] shook her head.

“Yeah. The guy who woke up said, ‘I heard a woman’s laughter behind me, so I turned around and saw nothing but a black dot.’ ”

“You son of a bitch, you’re still such a nasty bastard. No, you’re a bitch.”

Woman. Judging from the comparison with those who heard the laughter, she is presumed to be young.

Nothing else is known.

There is no excuse. What can I say? From the first act until now, even the [Union] that has been flying and crawling against this [villain] has only been in vain.

The hands are cruel and play with their targets like a child, killing them without finding any openings.

Even [Chungmugong], who had unofficially investigated 10 years ago, was unable to catch this [villain].

Liam sighed as he watched them scan the interior once more, searching for any clues, with a mixture of anger, disgust, and a hint of fear.

“It was so quiet that it was unsettling. I didn’t expect them to start working right after the old man passed away.”

Jackie Grant took up his rant.

“Many countries are already concerned about this matter, so it’s going to be a hassle.”

“I’ll get screwed again and not only worry about the gate, but I’ll also be called here and there to act as a bodyguard. The more I think about it, the more fucked up it gets.”

“What’s the point of talking? If you fail, you’ll get punished.”

Liam, who had been struggling with his headache, picked up his phone.

“Report right away?”

“ You have to do it. It’s not something else, but the worst [villain] has appeared again.”

Comes suddenly and kills suddenly.

All that remains at the scene are the remains of a target that has grown tired of playing with it and lost interest.

“I don’t feel good about it.”

[Yongin] The worst [villain] to appear since Marco Dracula.

The title [End Point] was given due to eyewitness accounts stating that they saw “nothing but a black dot.”

Another title given to him is that his actions are like something out of a Goethe poem, as no one except his dead target knows his true identity.

[Adversary].

Is it just a coincidence that this guy reappeared after the death of the greatest hero?

Or maybe it was something related? Liam clicked his tongue at the ominous feeling poking at the back of his head.

“I hope nothing special happens.”

The antithesis of the hero has once again appeared.