Chapter 91
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: The Legendary Captain
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“...You’re going to wear this under your dress?”
“Yes.”
Blossom’s chest tightened at Nova’s firm reply.
‘A heart protector with a low-cut dress?’
She wanted to talk her out of it, but Nova’s expression was resolute. A Nova with that look on her face would never back down.
Blossom really didn't like the bizarre hunk of iron Nova was wearing under her dress.
It even looked cheap, its color dull, creating an atmosphere that seemed to deaden the vibrant dress.
‘Just when I thought Lady Nova was finally going to meet a man.’
Blossom scanned Nova from top to bottom. It was a shame she was flat-chested, but the elegant curve from her waist down was more than enough to compensate for that shortcoming.
The problem was…
“Could you try to relax your eyes a bit?”
It was her fierce glare, one that looked ready to tear someone apart.
“I’m not tensing them.”
“Try to relax them by thinking of slightly squinting your eyes.”
“…Like this?”
As Nova narrowed her eyes, her face transformed into that of an assassin aiming for her target’s neck.
Blossom sighed deeply and shook her head.
She’d had a gentle expression as a child, but the harsh life within the inner castle had made her eyes incredibly sharp.
Those who knew Nova weren’t particularly scared, as they knew her inner self was different.
Blossom knew that even when Nova was being snappy and irritable, she was always trying to find ways to divert money to the residents.
‘Though she herself calls it embezzlement…’
Blossom was just one of many who had received her help. However, speaking of it in front of Nova was taboo.
“Is it weird? Are my eyes weird?”
Blossom desperately suppressed a laugh at the sight of Nova grabbing the corners of her own eyes and asking with such sincerity.
It seemed she was seeing many new sides of Nova lately.
“No. You’re beautiful.”
“What’s with that? Don’t be creepy. You’re not getting anything out of it.”
Nova’s face returned to its usual irritable expression, but Blossom just smiled and tied the laces tightly. Her skin, so white from always being indoors, was truly breathtaking.
“Who is he? For you to be this concerned, Lady Nova.”
“It’s just political. He’s someone I have to hold onto as a scribe, so I have no choice.”
Her expression was cold, but the corners of her mouth were turned up, and Blossom smiled faintly.
“Is he a noble?”
“Pfft… Him, a noble? No, wait, was he?”
Since her mother’s passing, Nova hadn’t laughed, so Blossom was a little surprised but didn't let it show.
“Wow, Lady Nova, why is your waist so slender?”
“Why? Too slender? Did I not eat enough?”
“No. It’s pretty.”
It was fascinating to see a side of Nova so different from her usual confident and sharp self.
After a final check of her attire, Blossom spoke.
“Let me teach you a few moves that work on men.”
“No need. I already know one.”
A strange anxiety washed over Blossom at Nova’s smile.
As a child, Nova had studied relentlessly to learn how to read, and after mastering it, she had buried herself in work. There was no way she would know anything like that.
“…What is it?”
“Watch closely.”
Clang-clang.
With a confident smile, Nova began to tap the hunk of iron with the back of her hand.
A cheerful sound.
Seeing Nova tapping away, even swaying her body slightly, Blossom had to bite her tongue to keep a straight face.
‘…This is a disaster.’
To wear an iron protector under a dress and even play it like an instrument…
No matter how beautiful and smart Nova was.
There was no way any man would like that.
But Nova was smiling with such confidence that Blossom could only smile back.
‘The sound is nice, at least.’
Blossom silently offered her condolences to Nova.
***
‘It’s really big.’
I let out a low groan as I surveyed the hall.
The newly opened tavern was two to three times larger than Hana’s original place. It was a size befitting Hana’s ambition to build the biggest tavern in Casedic.
‘There can’t be many this size even in the city.’
Even with money, building on this scale wouldn't be easy. Her nerve was something else.
“Ahem… You want me to sit here? This spot feels a bit too grand for me.”
Beside me, the Captain muttered with an awkward voice.
The Captain had shown up long before his shift was over.
I had him sit in a specially prepared chair in the center.
The Captain seemed to think of it as the seat of honor, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“To think you’ve already prepared so much food.”
The Captain’s nose twitched as he greedily snatched up the food displayed before him.
“See, even if I cause trouble frequently, the only one who truly acknowledges me is our Jojang Aron. The rest of them are all trash! Trash!”
The Captain, with sauce smeared around his mouth, grinned happily and gave a thumbs-up. A perfect pig. I gave him a thumbs-up in return.
“Boss, the boys are ready.”
Jokjebi, his eyes sharper than usual, reported.
“The hell you mean, ‘the boys’… Tell them to come, eat, and get lost. If they cause trouble…”
“Yes, sir! Understood! Boss!”
Jokjebi nodded vigorously at my words and backed away.
I took a moment to look around the tavern’s interior. It had a rustic design like other taverns, but it was filled with jarring elements.
There were statues the size of a man’s forearm everywhere, most of them depicting either me or Deokgu. If not, it was a strangely tall Kanna.
Kanna’s skills had improved by leaps and bounds from mass-producing castle walls and statues, so from a distance, the displayed figures looked quite impressive.
Yes, I could concede that much. I was well aware of Kanna’s bizarre attachment to statues.
‘But even so, that’s just not right.’
My brow furrowed at the hideous object hanging from the ceiling.
Atop a round iron frame, numerous statues held candles like swords.
At a glance, it was a work of art bordering on a masterpiece, but as the subject, I couldn't simply admire it.
‘…Why is she getting better at making these?’
After staring at it for a moment, I shook my head and surveyed the hall.
The trio of suckers and a few others conscripted as volunteers were bustling around the hall.
Hana was tidying up, and Kanna was pouring out ice.
The hall was filled with barrels of alcohol, and the tables and chairs were moderately worn.
‘Looks like we’re about ready.’
The preparations for the opening ceremony were wrapping up.
***
‘An opening ceremony?’
Razbet muttered to herself as she checked her attire.
Normally, Razbet had Gillian handle information gathering while she only refined and categorized the data, but today, she planned to go herself.
‘There’s been too little progress.’
She had maintained contact with Berman, but whether he was tight-lipped or simply knew nothing, Berman wasn't giving up any information.
‘Bermunt… turns out he was a bigger deal than I thought.’
Razbet recalled the recent request and smirked.
The Vice-General of the Bizantro Kingdom, also known as the ‘Radiant Fifth Star.’ Since the Bizantro Kingdom ranked positions by the order of stars, it meant he was the sixth most powerful figure in the kingdom.
‘Though it ultimately fell.’
The specifics of its downfall were never revealed. There was no reason for the information guild to invest money in a fallen kingdom.
‘The fifth… so that’s why there was no reply.’
Razbet guessed that the man named Bermunt must have taken some sort of action.
Otherwise, even from the other side of the continent, the response to a Red-level request wouldn’t have been this delayed.
Thus, Razbet had contacted Marquis Ethan, the ‘former king,’ directly.
This was an irreversible act for a member of the information guild, but the ‘ambitious’ Razbet was confident.
What weighed on her mind wasn’t the guild.
‘…Why isn’t he doing anything?’
He should have anticipated her actions, yet Aron had taken no particular measures.
‘No, he was the one who told me to make contact in the first place.’
Razbet shook her head, trying to dismiss her anxiety.
‘I’ll take the payment for Bermunt and the Red-level request and cross the sea to the Brington Kingdom.’
She couldn't rot away in a backwater like this. This was the guild’s fault for abandoning a talented individual like herself in the sticks.
Now that she had contacted Ethan, she didn't have much time.
Razbet planned to find out about Aron before a response came and see if there was any money to be made.
Conveniently, Aron had invited her, saying, ‘Hey Google, attend the opening ceremony later.’ It was a good opportunity.
‘Presentable.’
Razbet smirked at her reflection in the mirror.
Appearance was a crucial asset for an information agent, and Razbet was a competent one. After a final check of the weapon hidden by her chest, she left the house.
‘District 4.’
She didn't know the exact location of the tavern, but as soon as she entered District 4, she found it.
In the center of District 4 stood a tavern twice the size and height of the other buildings.
The deciding factor was the massive sign.
‘Wonderful Aron Rabbit?’
A terrible name was accompanied by a bizarre drawing.
‘What’s that now.’
In front of the tavern, twenty menacing-looking men were lined up in two long rows.
They were growling at each other as if ready to fight at any moment. The atmosphere was extremely intimidating.
““Welcome!!””
As she stood before the tavern, the men on both sides roared.
‘The jojang of the Outer Wall Guard controlling the city’s back alleys? What is this…’
She knew from Gillian’s report that Aron had taken over Casedic’s underworld, but seeing it in person was even more absurd.
The inside was even more shocking.
The statues set up everywhere and the strange chandelier.
Everything was in the likeness of one man.
‘This is worse than an emperor.’
Razbet clicked her tongue at the extreme narcissism.
“What is your name?”
A large man guarding the door asked.
‘Name is Jenta, a man who works at the tavern of Hana, who claims to be in a common-law marriage with Aron.’
Mentally processing the information on the man before her, Razbet gave a slight smile.
“It’s Razbet.”
“Hmm, you’re not on the list.”
‘A list?’
Razbet was dumbfounded by the man’s firm response.
“Aron told me to come.”
“Razbet is not on the list the owner gave me. We are only accepting guests after the opening ceremony, so if you could wait a little…”
The man’s reply was adamant. Razbet bit her lip and replayed the situation in her mind.
‘He definitely invited me…’
An idea suddenly occurred to Razbet, and she spoke.
“Hey Google?”
“Ah, you’re Hey Google? You should have said so sooner.”
Only then did the man nod and step aside.
‘What in the world is a Hey Google?’
Razbet rubbed her arm, fighting back a wave of irritation and curiosity, and headed inside.
There were quite a few people inside.
‘The Outer Wall Guard, and over there are monks? Why would monks be at a tavern opening…?’
Razbet quickly scanned her surroundings.
Having memorized all the key figures in Casedic Castle, Razbet tilted her head as she observed their faces.
‘…Even knights? Why are knights here?’
There were people everywhere who didn't belong at a tavern opening ceremony.
Razbet took an empty seat at a spacious table among them.
Several individuals who appeared to be Aron’s close associates were seated at the table.
Razbet pretended to look around while observing her surroundings.
“I’m telling you, the boss said to stop fighting and all come under him.”
“…Did Aron really say that?”
“Mhm.”
The men sitting on the opposite side were conversing with serious faces.
The figures in the middle were Dylan, said to be Aron’s right-hand man, and two gang leaders, Ska and a man named Jouji.
“Hmph… Have you people only ever been deceived? If you’re really suspicious, I’ll bring the boss over so you can ask him directly…”
“Hey, hey! It’s just an expression.”
“Still, telling us to merge into one.”
“Is that a no? Jouji?”
“…That’s not it. It’s just surprising, is all.”
“You all should think carefully. How long are you going to fight amongst yourselves in a small castle like this? There’s more to eat outside the walls. People from the same town should stick together with loyalty and fight against outside forces! We need to show that kind of solidarity.”
“…Dylan, you’re not from Casedic, are you?”
“Ahem. How can you judge a person’s heart by the length of their stay? Anyway, everyone think it over. I made a special request to the boss for this.”
Whether the gangs in this tiny castle merged or not was no concern of hers, so Razbet turned her head.
‘Knights?’
At another table sat men wearing strange helmets.
Two of them were Adolf and Delpran, new knights in Casedic, and sitting across from them was the little girl who claimed to be Aron’s daughter, Kanna.
“It seems the popularity of the statues has waned a bit lately. To think they’ve already forgotten the hero Deokgu, who left behind such legendary achievements! What are your thoughts, Squad Member Kangu?”
“I think lowering the price would be better. The priority is to increase the number of Namaiyadeu for now.”
Kanna replied in a sharp tone that didn’t match her youthful appearance.
“As expected of Squad Member Kangu. A new executive position is opening up soon, and I believe you are the perfect fit for it, Squad Member Kangu.”
‘Namaiyadeu… that was the group that reveres Deokgu.’
Razbet listened to their conversation and sensed that their military strength was not to be taken lightly.
‘Two knights, one mage, and six skilled mercenaries? More than I thought.’
Namaiyadeu… Razbet muttered the unfamiliar word to herself to remember it.
Though united by a strange motive, in terms of sheer military power, they were currently the largest group in Casedic.
“Pul. Are you sure that fang is really effective?”
“It has a platae…bo. No, a placigo effect.”
“Placigo? What’s that? Never heard of it.”
“You don’t know about the placigo effect? Even Jojang Aron knows about it.”
“Ahem… No, of course I know.”
At another table sat members of the Outer Wall Guard. Aside from those on duty, everyone seemed to be gathered, their numbers easily exceeding twenty.
Razbet was observing them when her eyes met Berman’s. Seeing Berman bite his lip with a constipated look on his face, Razbet quickly averted her gaze.
‘…What’s with him.’
She had firmly told him never to acknowledge her in public.
Just then, the tavern door opened, and a woman entered.
Razbet let out a small gasp of admiration at the sight of the woman.
‘Nova? She’s stunning.’
Razbet quickly rose from her seat and approached Nova.
Nova was one of the few people in this backwater with whom she could have a decent conversation, and she was also a woman with close ties to Aron.
However, Nova’s expression was different from usual. Her face was flushed as if it might burst, and her eyes were sharper than usual, as if tensed. She looked ready to slap someone at any moment.
“You son of a bitch.”
The murderous aura made Razbet pause for a moment.
The man who had stopped Razbet earlier quickly stepped aside without asking any questions.
After pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, Nova returned to her usual cold expression, but her cheeks were still flushed.
“Lady Nova.”
“…Razbet? You too?”
At Nova’s sharp gaze, Razbet quickly shook her head. She didn’t understand the question, but her informant’s intuition told her to.
“Pardon? No. I was just invited to the opening ceremony.”
“I see.”
Nova replied curtly and walked past Razbet to an empty seat. Razbet took a deep breath and sat down next to her.
After closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Nova smoothed her expression and briefly greeted the people around her.
Razbet surveyed the assembled individuals and frowned.
Knights, a scribe, an abbot, an inquisitor, even local gangsters.
With the exception of the Lord and a few others, it was safe to say that all of Casedic’s key figures were gathered here.
‘The Outer Wall Guard is effectively run by Aron, and the Namaiyadeu follow Deokgu, so they can be considered Aron’s as well… On top of that, a scribe and members of the clergy? What is this…’
Listing them out, it was a level of control that not even the Lord possessed. To have secretly gained this much control over the castle…
‘Just what kind of person was he?’
“Thank you all for coming.”
Just then, a well-endowed woman greeted the crowd.
‘That must be Hana.’
She seemed to be Hana, the owner of this tavern.
Hana had an innocent look, but even in front of the knights, she only bowed slightly, never losing her confidence.
‘…Seeing that hideous face every day must give you nerves of steel.’
Razbet thought of Aron’s face and nodded slightly. You’d need considerable courage to live with someone with a face like that.
After making a round, Hana approached the table where Razbet and Nova were sitting.
“Nova unni, thank you for coming to our tavern’s opening ceremony.”
Hana said in a sweet voice, the corners of her mouth turned up.
“…Our?”
In contrast, Nova’s face instantly crumpled.
“Oh my, are we out of wine?”
“Hmm. This seems a bit larger than the size I approved.”
“Unni. Have you tried this wine?”
“Pour me a glass.”
Nova gestured with her glass.
Hana, her brow slightly furrowed, filled the glass.
In the rapid exchange, their expressions changed from moment to moment.
It felt like a fierce, silent battle.
‘Ooh, this is interesting.’
Razbet feigned disinterest while sipping her wine.
“Why is Aron’s name in the tavern’s name?”
“Oh, you didn’t know? It’s jointly owned with Aron. He invested a large share.”
“A share? …Why are you waving your hand?”
“Oh my, you don’t know this either?”
‘I don’t think she knows either.’
As the conversation grew more pointed, Razbet swallowed hard.
The sharp exchange continued a bit longer, but contrary to her expectations, the atmosphere changed when Hana refilled Nova’s glass.
“Did you estimate the costs correctly? It’s too big.”
“There was nothing like this in Casedic yet. I’m prepared for a deficit for the time being.”
“Right, the Lord seemed to welcome it too.”
Her tone was still cold, but unlike before, it wasn’t hostile. It was just a business-like conversation.
“The boss is entering!!”
Just then, the man named Dylan clapped to get everyone’s attention.
The menacing-looking men and the guards shot up from their seats and applauded enthusiastically. It was as if they had been threatened.
It was a fervent atmosphere, unfitting for the entrance of a mere guard jojang.
And then—.
Thump, thump.
With heavy footsteps, Aron descended.
Kanna was dangling from his waist.
“Goo… No, let’s begin with the blessing.”
Aron, having reached the first floor, gave a lazy wave of his hand.
At that, the Abbot stood up and softly recited a prayer.
‘The Abbot giving a blessing at a tavern opening…? …Why?’
A question popped into Razbet’s mind.
The prayer was so long she almost dozed off in the middle. But with two inquisitors present, Razbet forced herself to stay awake.
‘…Is she sleeping?’
Behind Inquisitor Parhan, Inquisitor Joanna had her eyes closed and was nodding off. A nervous-looking Parhan glanced at Abbot Brighton, desperately trying to shield her.
After the long-winded blessing ended, it was the little girl Kanna’s turn.
With a very confident expression, Kanna stood in the middle and raised both hands.
At that, men beside her sprayed water into the air, and—.
A misty blizzard formed and slowly descended.
Fragments of ice shimmered brilliantly, reflecting the light of the chandelier.
Watching, mesmerized, Razbet held out her hand to examine them.
They were so tiny they melted in an instant, but their shape was familiar.
‘How, in such a tiny piece of ice?’
Razbet let out a small gasp of admiration at the beauty that could only be described as ‘magic.’
Just then, Kanna spread her hands to either side, and.
‘Fire?!’
The people nearby jumped to their feet in shock as flames erupted.
‘Cute.’
Razbet muttered to herself as she watched the intensely focused Kanna. If she were to have a child, she would want a cute daughter like that.
Presently, the fire split in two, each taking on a different form.
‘A great darkness? Deokgu?’
The ball of fire on the right grew in size, taking the form of a great darkness.
The flickering flames seemed to give the great darkness a tangible presence.
Some even screamed at the incredible lifelikeness.
The fire on the other side also took shape, but it was small compared to the fire of the great darkness.
‘…Deokgu?’
A bitter taste rose in her mouth at the identity of that fire.
The great darkness spewed fire and swung its fists.
It was so lifelike that Razbet found herself completely drawn in.
Razbet swallowed hard at the spectacular sight, the likes of which she had never seen before.
“Hero Deokgu!!”
The knight from the ‘Namaiyadeu’ side reacted intensely.
Just then, Deokgu, who had been constantly pushed back, grabbed the great darkness with his hands and tore it apart.
“Ooh!! Strategic collaboration!!”
Having torn apart the great darkness, Deokgu raised both hands high.
The Namaiyadeu chanted ‘Deokgu!’ and ‘Strategic collaboration!’, some even tearing up, but the reactions of the others were the complete opposite.
The guards kept their mouths shut and pointedly looked away, while the menacing-looking men had expressions like they needed to take a shit.
“Ahem… We’ll be doing this shi… I mean, this, every evening. You can see it if you come on time.”
Aron said with a grim look, clapping, and Kanna bowed like a clown.
After that, food and drinks were served, and the party began in earnest.
“Wonderful Aron Rabbit. Don’t you think it’s a well-named tavern?”
“Hmph.”
Nova snorted at Hana’s words and suddenly tapped her own chest.
Clang-clang.
The sound was clear and pleasant to hear, but.
‘…What is she doing?’
“You can’t do this, can you?”
“N-no.”
After finishing her bizarre performance, Nova smirked and taunted her. Hana nodded with a strange expression.
Just then.
“Waaaaah—!!”
A sudden roar erupted, and when she turned her head, a bizarre scene was unfolding.
Cheering men and the guard captain with a dead-serious face.
In front of them, Aron was stuffing a silver coin into the guard captain’s nostril.
And Berman, staring at her with a somewhat unsettling gaze.
‘I really hate the backwaters… So uncivilized.’
Razbet muttered to herself and looked away.
***
“I don’t think it’ll fit.”
“I’m telling you it will! Put more in! It’s possible!”
“Tsk… If it tears, don’t blame me.”
The Captain, his nose stretched to its limit, stared at me with a serious gaze.
Traditionally, at an opening ceremony, you were supposed to put a bill in a pig’s mouth.
Since we had no bills, we used silver coins instead.
I suggested to the Captain that we put silver coins in his nose.
The Captain, who had initially refused, agreed when I told him he could keep all the coins that went in.
‘It looks like it’ll tear if I put any more in.’
He already had three in each nostril, for a total of six.
But the Captain, whose eyes had already gone wild, urged me to put in more.
‘The more, the better, I guess.’
I took out a silver coin and pushed it into the Captain’s packed nostril.
“You can do it! Our Pig-tain!”
“Captain! Let’s show them you’re a man too, Captain!”
Amid the enthusiastic cheers, the Captain, his face stiff, raised a fist.
His expression was so serious, he looked like a general leading the charge on a battlefield.
‘It’s going in?’
Somehow, one more silver coin went into each nostril.
““Waaaaah!!””
Fierce cheers.
“The Captain who ‘put eight silver coins in his nostrils’!”
“Just one more for a new record! It’ll be a legend!”
Someone’s shout echoed through the crowd.
The strange heat that the word ‘legend’ carried.
‘Legend.’
It was a word no man could ignore.
The heat seemed to have reached the Captain as well, as a look of determination appeared on his pig-like face.
“A torn nostril won’t kill me! It won’t! Put it in!”
The Captain shouted gallantly and beckoned with his hand.
‘Monster Nostrils Banste’s record was eight, wasn't it.’
That was the highest record, set by Banste, who had enormous nostrils.
Though Banste, after setting the new record, had retired from the industry due to a torn nostril.
‘Even if it tears now, the Abbot is here.’
The moment I took out a silver coin and pushed it against the Captain’s nose.
“Guuuh! It’s impossible! Impossible!”
The Captain, his resolve vanishing as if it were a lie, frantically slapped my arm.
I glanced around for a moment.
The expectant onlookers.
The squad members chanting the sweet word ‘legend.’
The Captain, his will broken just shy of the goal.
A nose full of silver coins.
I could see the space.
I could see the legend, just one step away.
“It was not impossible!”
I grabbed the back of the Captain’s neck and shoved the silver coin in.
The Captain thrashed, but the guards around him held him tight, and—.
“He put te…ten silver coins in his nose…”
I heard a gasp-filled mutter from beside me.
“I always thought he was just a trashy pig…”
“The Captain is the Captain, after all.”
“To achieve such a legendary feat.”
Exclamations of admiration erupted from all over.
The Captain, realizing he had succeeded, that he had created a legend, shed tears of joy.
‘Is this the maximum?’
There was no more room.
This seemed to be the limit.
The Captain, with a trembling hand, pulled out the silver coins embedded in his nose.
“The cool, bald, and fat legendary Captain is buying drinks!!”
““Waaaaah!””
Jokjebi quickly shouted.
A cheer loud enough to shake the tavern erupted, but the Captain, busy pulling out the silver coins, didn't seem to hear.
“…Seven, eight, nine. Nine? Nine?”
I ignored the Captain muttering beside me.
I casually glanced around to check the hall.
‘It’s packed. This is what an opening ceremony should be like.’
Just as I was smiling in satisfaction.
“I, Berman, have something to say!!”
Berman, his face beet red, shot his hand into the air.
‘What’s wrong with that bastard.’
The sight of him was deeply unsettling.
It reminded me of a senior from my university days who had suddenly started singing a serenade at a karaoke bar.
‘That senior applied for the student exchange program right after.’
All eyes were fixed on Berman.
Berman had a strawberry-like impression because of his freckles.
Looking at him now, I was struck by how ugly he was.
‘That bastard said he was waiting for his destiny.’
An ugly strawberry with a patchy beard.
A romantic virgin of the medieval era who had never even held a woman’s hand.
‘This is going to be fun.’
I waved my hand to quiet the guys down.
“I, Berman! Have been searching for my destiny for twenty-nine years!”
Berman’s heartfelt cry.
“The beer is cold— The beer is cheap— For us, the wonderful Aron Rabbit tavern…”
The clueless Haeseun’s son, singing next to me, was prompted to play a gentle tune.
Twang—.
The atmosphere instantly turned solemn.
As if emboldened by the BGM, Berman opened his mouth.
‘Back then, what was the other person’s reaction?’
I narrowed my eyes, trying to recall the past, but it was like it had been painted over, refusing to surface.
“But before my thirtieth year, I met that destiny! That destiny is…”
Berman pointed somewhere.
There stood…
‘Ah, that’s the face she made.’
It was Google, with the exact expression of someone who had just chewed on shit.
The moment she was pointed out, Google shot up from her seat and frantically ran out of the tavern.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Berman, frozen in his confident, arm-extended pose.
No one spoke.
“My de-de-destiny, found after twenty-nine years!”
However, the clueless Haeseun’s son continued to play his guitar and sing.
…Bwahahahaha!
At that, a wave of forced laughter erupted, and the atmosphere became noisy again.
I clicked my tongue and looked around.
Nova and Hana were sitting together, chatting amicably.
“Son of a bitch.”
Nova, who met my eyes, suddenly spat out an awkward curse.
Her pronunciation was so awkward it sounded more like a cute complaint than a curse, so I casually ignored it.
‘A shaman, a corrupt politician, a pig, and a headcount. A perfect opening ceremony.’
Just as I was nodding in satisfaction, the tavern door opened.
And what entered was.
“I thought this place might be decent, but it reeks of filth.”
It was the eldest son of the Penerre family, his face twisted in disgust.
Jokjebi, who had been collecting the snot-covered silver coins in a corner, was stealthily making his way toward the door.
Jokjebi had started moving the moment the eldest son opened the door.
Finally standing next to the door like an assassin, Jokjebi looked at me and mouthed some words.
-Take him out?
I looked at Jokjebi’s lips and pondered.
‘He’s the eldest son, so he hasn’t inherited the title yet. Does that mean I can hit him?’
It was ambiguous.