episode_0060

Ahaha, Hong Yoon-ha laughed.

Maeng Ki-hwan clicked his tongue inwardly as he looked at her. He had to reflect on the fact that he had been taking Hong Yoon-ha too lightly.

I just thought that he was in danger of having his rice bowl taken away, so he did such a brazen thing to protect his health.

So I tried to question her.

He had intended to severely reprimand this young shaman who could only attack the gate, threaten her with his position and various laws, and then pressure her by telling her that it was not too late to report it to the domestic and foreign media outlets and that it was his mistake.

If they persisted, they would have even waged a war of public opinion, and then they would have tried to avoid the [Union]’s pursuit in some way, and then dragged it out in a messy way.

I’ll let you go now! It hasn’t even been an hour since the interview and press release! We can still cover it up! After you receive an appropriate punishment, I will definitely restore your position in the association after some time has passed!

Maeng Gi-hwan was confident that he could tease this young girl. However, contrary to his expectations, where he had already carefully selected the carrots he would throw her, Hong Yoon-ha, true to her title [Heenari], did not care about that.

She was only burning with sparks. Hatred, anger!

What he realized as he watched that ghost being transmitted beyond the screen was the strong conviction that no threat would work on that pent-up ghost.

When looking at it through the eyes of a swindler who had maintained his position in politics for a long time despite being rotten, it seemed like he was rushing to die together, saying that it would be better to fight back with public opinion now.

That crazy thing was really sharpening his sword. That monster was really poisonous!

In contrast to his dark, trembling mind, Maeng Gi-hwan’s face, which had caught its breath, changed in an instant.

He wore a bitter smile, disguised as a kind middle-aged man, and now began to appease Hong Yoon-ha.

“I apologize for being so harsh. You know my personality, right? I get excited too easily. I’m sorry things have turned out this way. It’s really sad.”

The angry expression he had been wearing until now was gone, and his tone was filled with kindness, like that of a relative. There was even a hint of pity on his face.

“But I couldn’t help it. If I tell the truth as it is, the Du-eok-si-ni incident will end and all the foreign capital that came in will flow out. Stock prices will plummet in an instant and the domestic market will stagnate.”

[… … .]

“All of this was for the people. Why would I want to hide it? It was all for the greater good of the country. I understand you’re heartbroken, but now is not the time to be biting each other like this.”

He also began to justify his choice by citing various reasons.

If a hard line doesn’t work, the only thing left is a conciliatory approach. Like any politician, he was a master at packaging his actions as judgment for the good of the country and turning them into empty promises.

It is right to be angry, but this was an inevitable sacrifice for a greater cause. I am by no means trying to avoid responsibility!

The eloquence of those who spoke so skillfully was now closer to the tongue of a swindler than that of a politician.

[… The chairman called me earlier. He said the same thing.]

Hong Yoon-ha, who had been listening silently, raised the corners of her eyes.

The ghost that had been spreading its aura to the point of making the secretary next to it shiver had completely disappeared, and the ghost had returned to the face of a gentle beauty.

That’s right, it works. Maeng Gi-hwan made a slightly more miserable face.

“I’m really sorry about this, but-”

But, up until now, he has seen [Heenari] as too much.

[Why did those people intercept the people’s right to know? Since you mentioned Du-eok-sin-i, didn’t you think about the desolate ruins left after the fight ended?]

[If this had gone wrong, all those people would have been swept away by an extradimensional invasion without even knowing what was happening and lost their lives. After all, is human life more valuable than money?]

The politician, who had never made a sacrifice for others in his life, let alone harboring any great ambitions, could not understand her heart.

Maeng Gi-hwan underestimated the sorrow of the chaste woman who followed the path of a truly passionate man.

[And if that was true, you should have exerted your strength for those who fought for the country. You should have made an effort. We were the ones who fought, it was Mother Shin who requested external support, and it was you who achieved it. What did you do?]

[Abandoning young soldiers who sacrifice for their country? Treating righteous people who work hard for the people like worn-out shoes?]

Hong Yoon-ha’s spirit and anger never disappeared.

She was building up the pressure, holding the resentment in her chest like steaming rice to cook it.

[While you were covering the eyes of the people, the retired veteran was giving his all for everyone.]

[What on earth were you doing back then?]

Hey, you bitch! Maeng Gi-hwan clenched his fists without realizing it, but he pretended to laugh bitterly.

“… You didn’t know, you were the one who didn’t report the facts, Hong Yoon-ha. How could we know-”

[Say it right. It’s not that you didn’t know, but you could have known but closed your eyes. If you had moved correctly and done it on time, how could you not have known?]

No matter how much honey is applied to one’s tongue, a contrived argument cannot overcome the sound principle.

[It seems that all the lynxes, who are not people who try to brighten up their seats but who are just after the position and the hat itself, are all similar. From using the people as shields when cornered to denying knowledge. How can they be so similar?]

“… … .”

Even though his heart was stabbed by the sharp insult, Maeng Gi-hwan barely suppressed the unpleasantness that was welling up in him, like a politician who was rotten to the core.

The expression on his face, which was forced to look kind, was pitiful.

“Even so, wouldn’t it have been a problem that could have been resolved by going through the formal process? Going this far is too much!”

Regardless of whether the politicians who orchestrated this situation will adopt Hong Yoon-ha’s opinion as an official agenda item and discuss it, there was a reason why he brought up this topic.

“Old man, yes. Old man! Think about the old man you were talking about! Think about the achievements and achievements he built for this country! Now you are trying to destroy the tower he built with so much effort!”

That shaman was mentioning the old man who was shouting so recklessly.

[Chungmugong]. Yes, [Chungmugong]. A thorn in the eye that always comes up during election season.

“It could have been easily solved! But you’re using overseas hands and feet to grow the business?! What will happen to this country’s reputation if this becomes known to the world?! What will happen to the image of Korea that he built up in the world!”

Every time he did something behind the scenes, his stupid and old-fashioned political enemies who only valued righteousness would break away, but his old mother, who was always the standard for integrity, would cry out.

“And you even blew the wind into [Union]’s ears? Will they really just resolve this issue and go away? No! Foreign powers will start interfering in our country! Terrorism, yes! This is close to terrorism! You are trying to ruin our country right now!”

If he was going to save that much, could he really ignore these words? Maeng Gi-hwan spoke passionately, almost spitting out blood.

[… … .]

However, the forced argument that was somehow continued ended up touching Hong Yoon-ha’s sore spot.

[Ahaha.]

Finally, Heenari exploded with the evil spirit she had been holding back inside her.

[Do you dare to mention your elders?]

The old man, who could have had the power to shake the world whenever he wanted, did not exercise that influence.

[The achievements of a hero belong to the hero. Korea just happened to be the hero’s homeland. The achievements are not yours or mine or ours. Are we, who failed to help the elder, qualified to use his influence?]

One glass to remember those who have gone before, two glasses to remember the pain of that day, and finally three glasses for the young people who will shoulder the future.

He was a person who was content with just the side dishes he could eat in between meals.

[Isn’t it too shameless to say something like that about something you did wrong yourself?]

On the subject of saving one’s life through the sacrifice of such a person,

[During this conversation, a group of thieves who only want to exploit that trust and achievements, dare to mention you with their mouths that have not once commemorated your sacrifice?]

Anger that made her hair stand on end. The red mana flowing through her body along with that emotion made her white clothes look soaked in blood.

The space beyond the screen is distorted.

[For humanity. The duty of a soldier who sacrifices himself for his country. When you announced the beginning of [Union], that was the banner you raised. Do you think I, those who honor that purpose! would go against it? That you would ruin the country you cherish? No way!]

Hong Yoon-ha started screaming like crazy, her eyes wide open to the point where I was worried she might jump out.

Why are you ruined?

The tower that was built with so much effort may collapse. It can’t be helped. But those who inherit its meaning can rebuild it.

When you walk down the snowy path, don’t walk dizzily, because the path you walk today will become a milestone for others in the future.

As Baekbeom said, the thorny path that the old man walked first, with his straight and correct footsteps, will become a milestone and light their way forward.

And for that – the rotten flesh must be cut out.

If I have to get measles anyway, it would be better to get it now.

Finally, Hong Yoon-ha’s flames exploded and died down, and the screen and the President’s office fell into a state of silence.

She regulated her rough, wheezing breathing, ran her hands through her hair, smoothed it down, and muttered in a slightly tired voice.

[… So, please pay sweetly. [Union] said that if only those of you who violated the Gate Management Act are properly punished, the treaty breach will be treated as if it never happened.]

“… Don’t make me laugh.”

[… … .]

The cornered lynx finally took off its human skin and revealed its true colors.