I Will Eat the 15th Century

Shake, shake.

“Jingok! Jingok!”

Someone is vigorously shaking my body.

‘Oh, dizzy.’

I need to come to my senses, but with my head moving along with my body, it’s even more confusing.

“Ugh. Stop. Stop!”

I shouted out loud.

“Hah! You’re coming to your senses. Crazy fool. How did you end up running at me from such a high place!”

A man in his late teens with a hefty build raised his hand and pointed to a cliff that was well over ten meters high.

“Get up. Stand up.”

“Yes!”

Answering loudly was a big man who came over to the side.

He was dressed like a servant from a historical drama.

As the other person grabbed me and lifted me up, I involuntarily screamed in severe pain from my left leg.

“Ouch!”

“Oh my. There’s blood coming from your leg?”

A chubby yet young boy said.

“Jinggyu, falling from a high place would naturally cause bleeding. If father finds out, there will be chaos.”

The man who called me Jingok, ordered Gae Bak to lift me up again.

“Gae Bak, just carry him. Let’s take him to the doctor.”

“Yes!”

I was immediately lifted by Gae Bak and dragged away somewhere.