episode_0033

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The news of Baek Yi-yeon’s collapse spread quickly within the family. The saying that things would happen quickly was a shame.

At those words, everyone in the family gathered in one place.

“… . What is going on?”

Baek Yihan had an expression on his face that was more sinister than ever before. Some people who had gone to war with him could sense the seriousness in his expression.

“… . The attendant named Baek I-yeon was poisoned.”

“I heard that. So, you’re asking how, what happened to make this happen?”

It was a tone of voice that clearly showed that he was in a bad mood.

“That… That’s… .”

“They say he was poisoned while he was with Madam.”

Finally, he took a deep breath at the person who had done the right thing.

“Who is the servant who brought the refreshments?”

“Caught and locked up.”

“… … . How to treat the baby.”

Everyone looked up at him slightly at the tone of his question. It was because, at that one word alone, his tone seemed to soften.

What is that bastard ‘like that’?

Few people in the family knew the truth, so it was natural for such a reaction to occur.

However, it began to be somewhat firmly engraved in their memories and minds. At least, they began to recognize and acknowledge the fact that the family cherished that child named Baek Yi-yeon.

‘From now on, anyone who bullies that child will be severely punished.’

It was as if some kind of unspoken rule had been created.

“Can’t anyone answer? Why are you here?”

“That’s… ….”

The answer to the question posed to the congressman did not come easily.

If that was the case, then it was the case. The treatment for the liquid was something that the Grim Reaper had to be involved in. It was only natural that it would be difficult to talk about such things.

“Answer quickly. I’m running out of patience right now.”

He was called the Iron-Blooded General. No one was allowed to make him angry in war.

The moment his anger was turned against humans, they knew that no one could stop him.

Eventually, lawmakers slowly began to come up with an answer to that question.

“You can just sing the Cheongryongga for the poison itself. It is a poison related to liquid, and poison and life… . It is the work of the Cheongryong. If it was a plant poison, we would have done something… . But that is not the case now… .”

“Yeah, and? I think there’s something more.”

“If that child named Baek Yi-yeon is contaminated with evil… . We must call the mastermind here and have him purify that evil.”

“… … .”

Baek Han’s face showed signs of rotting away in real time at those words. It was because he did not like being indebted to each of the gods of death.

But in order to save the child, it was the right thing to do first.

“… . Send a letter to each of the families of the four guardian deities. I will go and interrogate them now. ”

His quiet declaration was enough to cause a stir.

Soon after the story spread that the head of the Baekho family was going to interrogate an illegitimate child.

All these stories reached the ears of the successor.

“What is your brother…?”

It was the first time that something like that had happened to my brother.

… . In the first place, how the liquid got here was a question to me as well. Who on earth would be so crazy as to poison the children of the Sashinsu family, who were supposed to protect this country and the world?

However, the fact that poison works on him gave me a small sense of relief.

At least it felt like he had found a tiny possibility when he ran wild.

That alone was a huge harvest and a good thing for me.

“Okay, I’ll go check later.”

“Yes.”

As I watched Je-seon retreat like that, I was starting to feel disgusted by my own duplicity and revulsion.

I enjoy talking to people and getting to know them the most. I pride myself on the fact that it is what I enjoy the most.

But isn’t this appearance right now the exact opposite of that appearance? … On the one hand, I want that person to die, but on the other hand, I want that person to live.

What the… . There has never been a contradiction like this. Everyone lives with a contradiction and experiences it, but this was different.

-Cracked.

My teeth are chapped.

I don’t know. I couldn’t figure out the answer. My mother would be too out of her mind to go and see her. My grandmother was staying in a different mansion, so it was too far to visit.

For someone like me, this kind of ordeal was too difficult to bear.

Even though my dream of having a conversation with my brother came true someday, I still had doubts about whether I would be able to make the most of that opportunity.

Now, even trying to figure out what my brother is thinking and what he wants makes me question whether it’s really the right thing for me to do.

It felt like I was becoming something other than me.

dream.

A terrible dream.

It seemed more appropriate to say that it was a recurring dream.

The fight was long and drawn out. I couldn’t even tell where or how I was fighting.

But what was certain was that I had always been fighting that dark and unpleasant feeling.

It was what people called evil, and it was what people called calamity.

I’ve always been confronting it, always fighting it.

“Fucking boring stuff.”

They were things that just made me want to curse. They were things that were boring, things I didn’t want to meet.

That was the life I had always lived, because it was always my enemy.

No, to be precise, it was the life of those who had received this power.

Then, it flowed into my memory. I was always alone.

It was because I was an illegitimate child. Always being left here alone – left in this terrible family, getting beaten, getting hurt, falling and collapsing.

There was even a time when I thought I would die if I kept going like this. I couldn’t understand why these feelings were coming up.

It felt as if someone had set off a detonator.

It was poison.

These emotions were poisonous. They were not meant for me. They were my enemies.

But those feelings didn’t let me go, as if I was supposed to live with them.

Little by little, the dark emotions called hatred grew and grew and grew.

As someone who has always carried this power.

It was always like that. Like the people who have always lived in this country, like the people who have protected this country.

I have stood guard over this country, and I have been with these people. I have been working to catch and destroy them.

But why is my country a white tiger?

Why is the white tiger named Baek Yi-yeon?

Do I have to stand alone and go through this?

The vicious laughter and the constant stream of insults. These were things I didn’t hear very often anymore, but what followed was ignorance and some kind of bullying.

Those things are so bad that it’s impossible to say who did it, even though it’s clear who did it.

It made me keep thinking about why I, a white tiger, have to be discriminated against.

Even though I shook off my dreams and moved forward, thinking that it was because I was an illegitimate child, they, like dark mud, caught me again, entangled me, and dragged me down.

It was as if I was drowning in mud and struggling, hoping to never get back up.

I feel the light calling me from afar, speaking to me.

That’s probably the ability I deal with and use.

Even though I tried to reach out and touch it, the light did not reach me.

The more I ran, the more I ran towards the light, the more I felt like I was sinking into the mud.

As if this is the only place you can live.

“Ugh… … !”

I don’t want to do that. I’m a white tiger too. I’m a grim reaper too.

I too am worthy of standing up there.

Don’t I have the ability? I deserve to be treated well.

The countless emotions that I usually ignored, ignored, and suppressed grew and ran wild due to the liquid, engulfing me and dragging me down into a sea of emotions.

Even though I know it shouldn’t be like this, I still feel wronged.

The resentment of not being able to call my father ‘father’ even once.

It crushed me.

From the beginning, I didn’t want to live a lowly life where I didn’t even know who my mother was.

When my mother said she died giving birth to me, until I was 5 years old, I thought that my mother must have died giving birth to me because she loved me.

But this wasn’t it.

If it’s going to be like this, then why on earth did I have to live like this, be born like this, and endure it?

“Fuck!!!!”

It seemed like I couldn’t suppress it any longer.

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