ushernet Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Joo Hwarin paced restlessly in front of the darkened room. Worried that Moyong Sowol, who was outside in the cold weather, might be exposed to the wind, she could only move her legs back and forth.
In the middle, Hyuk Dojin came and instructed her to warm up the room, saying he would take care of it, but she couldn’t help but worry.@@@@
Joo Hwarin constantly bit her lips, concerned that Moyong Sowol’s weak body might be damaged by the cold wind. She had prepared warm water in the bathtub, tea to warm the body, medicine for colds, and softer blankets, but it still seemed insufficient.
Constantly pacing, she thought about what to do, what should she do?
Worrying about Moyong Sowol to the point of feeling like she would collapse, Joo Hwarin finally couldn’t endure it anymore and moved her feet.
Let’s go and bring her directly. Just as she made that decision, a person appeared through the darkness.
Joo Hwarin flinched at the sight of the man who appeared without any presence, but soon her eyes widened when she discovered Moyong Sowol sleeping in his arms.
“Miss!”
Joo Hwarin approached hurriedly. It was an attitude of being more concerned about Moyong Sowol than her own master, the Young Cult Leader, Hyuk Dojin. If it had been anyone else, it wouldn’t have been strange to scold and get angry, but Hyuk Dojin remained calm.
Joo Hwarin hastily unfolded the blanket she had wrapped around her hand and covered Moyong Sowol, who was held in Hyuk Dojin’s arms, and urgently spoke.
“What happened?! Did she collapse from being exposed to too much wind...?!”
Hyuk Dojin shook his head, lifted his finger to his lips, and made a small sound.
Joo Hwarin closed her mouth and looked at Hyuk Dojin again as if asking what had happened. He smiled slowly and passed by Joo Hwarin like sliding into the room. Joo Hwarin followed and pulled back the blanket covering the bed.
Hyuk Dojin, as if he had been waiting, placed Moyong Sowol inside and smiled brightly. Receiving the blanket from Joo Hwarin’s hand, he covered Moyong Sowol up to her shoulders and sat on a chair. He gently held Moyong Sowol’s hand under the blanket.
Hyuk Dojin silently held her cold hand until it thawed. After gazing at Moyong Sowol for a while, his gaze rose and looked at Joo Hwarin just after Moyong Sowol’s hand had become warm.
“Wipe Sowol’s body lightly with a warm, damp towel to remove the chill.”
“I understand.”
While Joo Hwarin disappeared to wet the towel, Hyuk Dojin slowly let go of her hand and rubbed his face with his palm. Leaning on the chair, he blankly looked up at the ceiling, his eyes sinking deep.
Blankly staring at one spot as if scanning the grid on the ceiling, his eyes closed, and his hand that had been hanging down rose. The dampness that hadn’t dried yet touched his fingertips as he rubbed his chest.
It was Moyong Sowol’s tears and at the same time, fragments of the deep emotions she had shown him for the first time. The sound of her shouting that she wanted to live, that she didn’t want to die, was so desperate.
It was a genuine side of her that he could see, who had never had any emotional ups and downs. Therefore, Hyuk Dojin could now be sincere.
He too had many worries. The words Hwa Ui had spoken made him think a lot as well.
Whether the things he was doing to keep Moyong Sowol from getting sick and to keep her by his side a little longer were causing her pain. And if Moyong Sowol herself didn’t want it, should he really leave her be even if he knew that, or should he continue to cling to her despite that?
Hyuk Dojin had looked back on his own life. He had worried a lot about whether he was forcibly holding onto Moyong Sowol because of his longing and regret for his mother, whom he couldn’t protect in the past.
That’s why he couldn’t take any action even when he saw the possibility of healing her. He could only watch helplessly.
But now she had shown her true heart, that she wanted to live. That meant the powerless years he had spent were not meaningless.
“Mother...”
His most precious person, who was like his life.
Hyuk Dojin’s upper body slowly collapsed onto the bed where Moyong Sowol was sleeping. Lightly covering her hand that was exposed above the blanket, Hyuk Dojin’s eyes slowly closed.
“I have found a reason to risk my life.”
Someone I can bet my everything on.
* * *
Shin Hohyeol, the head of the Cliff Rivers Shin clan, was sitting with a very unpleasant face.
At the soft and gentle voice, Shin Hohyeol turned his head. Shin Yubin smiled at Shin Hohyeol.
“Let go of your anger.”
“Would you be able to if you were me?”
Shin Hohyeol’s eyes flashed, but Shin Yubin shook her head with a serene smile. While others would be frightened and run away when facing his sharp gaze, Shin Yubin seemed to have no reaction to his gaze.
Instead of answering his words, Shin Yubin took out a small letter from her bosom. Shin Hohyeol silently looked at the letter being handed to him and raised his eyes.
“What is this?”
“It will be helpful to you, Grandfather.”
Shin Hohyeol stared intently at his granddaughter and immediately unfolded the letter to examine its contents. His expression, which had been distorted with anger, slowly subsided, and soon fine lines were drawn on Shin Hohyeol’s brow.
“This is...?”
“How is it? Is it helpful to you?”
Shin Yubin smiled softly, rose from her seat, and received the letter from Shin Hohyeol.
Shin Yubin’s eyes curved into a crescent shape. The content of the letter was quite shocking and at the same time meaningful when Shin Hohyeol thought about it.
Eventually, that sigh turned into laughter, and his crumpled expression smoothed out gently.
“Yes, that’s right.”
He covered his mouth with his palm and twisted the corners of his lips. Things were going more interestingly than he thought.
“To think that my opinion would match with those Righteous Sect bastards, it’s something to see in a long life.”
Shin Hohyeol had always asserted that the Righteous Sect bastards, who always talked about justice and righteousness, were the most vicious ones. Shin Hohyeol could confirm it after reading the letter.
The most despicable ones were none other than the Righteous Sect.
“I didn’t expect... They sold their clan’s daughter to this place, and now they’re trying to kill her. It’s truly amusing, isn’t it?”
“What will you do?”
“What do you mean?”
Shin Hohyeol rubbed his chin and closed his eyes.
“They’re lessening our burden, so we shouldn’t interfere even if we can’t help them.”
There was no reason to refuse when they were going to kill the annoying wench from the Righteous Sect on their own.
“The heavens are helping me.”
“Everything will go according to your will, Grandfather.”
At his granddaughter’s words, a deep smile was drawn on Shin Hohyeol’s lips.
“Yes... It will be like that.”
Shin Hohyeol’s eyes shone.
Indeed, could he protect her this time? Ten years ago, he was the young Young Cult Leader who couldn’t protect his own mother. But now that young boy had become a monster.
‘But nothing will change.’
In the current Demon Cult that had abandoned the ambition of unifying the Central Plains and ruling the demonic realm, there was no justice.
They couldn’t give up on their ambition to overturn all of this, which they had been preparing for decades.
Shin Hohyeol’s madness was still directed towards the precarious Hyuk Dojin and Moyong Sowol.