Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Who Do You Think You Are?
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The main building was so vast that it was a long walk to the restricted area's personnel manager.
It occurred to me that you'd need strong legs to live here.
‘Which meant Heuk Daewi's walk of shame was that much longer.’
It felt so satisfying.
That bastard's mother, my eldest aunt, utterly detested anything that might tarnish her reputation.
By the time we'd dragged him around for this long, the rumors would have already spread like wildfire.
Was that all?
The rumors wouldn't stop at just one.
“U-uaaaaaah!”
I looked at the man who had collapsed upon seeing us. His face was etched with terror.
His eyes were fixed on Heuk Biwon.
“Y-you madman...!”
“Physician Dowon, are you all right!”
“Why, why are you here! Y-you're not supposed to be here!”
This man was different from the others who had only whispered about Heuk Biwon until now.
“Are you going to strike this place with lightning? How dare you come out when your madness hasn't even been cured! Are you trying to kill someone in your insanity?! Murderer!”
The accusations grew harsher, and I was just about to frown.
“Oh? But I got permission to be here.”
Looking up, I saw my eldest uncle grinning.
...Somehow, that expression felt ominous.
“Hah, don't be ridiculous. The restrictions placed on you are far too great. There's no way you could be outside...!”
I couldn't fathom what grudge the physician held, but he continued to shout at the top of his lungs.
With a completely unfazed expression, my eldest uncle casually rubbed his nose and then spoke.
“Ah, I remember now.”
My eldest uncle handed me to my father. Wow, how smooth was that.
In that moment, my eldest uncle leaped forward, appearing before the physician in an instant.
“Hiiiiek! M-murder...!”
“He's insane...!”
The gathered crowd scattered.
Ignoring them, my eldest uncle leaned down toward the shouting physician.
“Was it three years ago...? You're the physician who came to treat me, aren't you? You stuck all sorts of needles in me the moment you saw me, and then ran off when I went 'Roar,' didn't you?”
“W-who said I ran away! Your illness is simply that of a madman. It's incurable, so isolation is the only answer!”
“So that's how you phrase your incompetence? Right, right. I get it.”
“Who's incompetent?! You're the one who almost killed me!”
The physician trembled with rage, then suddenly turned toward my father and me.
“...Hah, and you've brought someone who should never be outside due to their mental state? You two are ticking time bombs! Are you determined to lay this family to waste?”
“...”
The area fell silent.
I glanced at my father. I observed my eldest uncle's back.
“Do you think hanging around together and licking each other's wounds will somehow cure your illnesses?”
Those abandoned to the eastern wing are of the direct line, yet they receive no respect.
I knew this was a fact, but it still grated on me.
‘Why are his words so vile?’
“Dada... Can't you do somethin' about that man with your sharp wind?”
“Attacking a family member with one's ability is a sin, I believe.”
Why do you remember something like that? *Tsk!* I clicked my tongue.
“However, I am not one to listen well.”
*Whoosh-!* With a gust of wind, the shrieking physician was sent tumbling.
“A sudden gust of wind seems to have blown the man away. A natural occurrence.”
My father looked at me, my eyes wide, and gave the faintest hint of a smile.
“Was that a good enough attempt to please you?”
I couldn't help but laugh.
“Yeah, that was okay.”
Meanwhile, my eldest uncle had approached the fallen physician and was menacing him with a little ‘Roar~’.
He must be a real lunatic...
“Ah, that was fun. Shall we go?”
As we set off again, no one else dared to pick a fight with us like the physician had.
“Uncoo, you said we just have to hand Heuk Daewi and those two over to the manager, wight?”
“That's right. He'll be thrilled, I'm sure. He might even faint from joy~”
A short while later, we arrived at our destination: the manager's office.
The problem was, the guards at the manager's building wouldn't open the door for us.
“Oh, are they not ready to receive guests?”
“Then we'll make them ready.”
It ended with my father sending the guards flying with his wind—he claimed it was just a strong breeze—and my eldest uncle kicking the door down.
“...Welcome, Lord Heuk Bihu. Lord Heuk Biwon. It has indeed been a long time.”
And there we saw the manager, his face twisted as if he'd bitten into something foul.
“Lord Bihu, I don't know if you remember me, but my name is Gambarin. I am one of the managers of the restricted area.”
“I remember.”
The manager paused at my father's response.
But he soon seemed to dismiss it as nonsense and offered a sneer.
Unlike the others who had hushed themselves or watched with fear, he went so far as to glare at my father and eldest uncle.
“For the patients to grace us with their presence, what a commotion this is. And why is Lord Biwon, who shouldn't even be here today, present?”
“Just a walk~”
“A wal...! Hah, never mind. So, why did you summon a busy man!”
The manager ground his teeth.
My father pushed my eldest uncle aside and took a step forward.
“The letter.”
“Ah, you mean the request for an outing?”
The manager scoffed and soon called for an attendant.
He took a brush and paper, scribbled something down, stamped it with a seal, and handed it over.
“Here you go. Whether you go out or not, do as you please. The family head would be delighted if you left and never came back.”
I blinked.
‘So he wasn't just nasty to me.’
I knew this man.
How could I not?
As the one responsible for approving all permissions for the restricted area personnel and reporting to his superiors, that man despised us.
The trials that manager with his damned mouth put me through...
If I were to list the ways he ruined my life, I'd run out of fingers.
My eldest uncle was merely smiling as if he found it amusing.
My father wore an expression that said, ‘Say whatever bullshit you want.’
Both of them were terribly indifferent, as if they couldn't care less about being insulted.
Perhaps they were used to it.
“Tsk, where would a broken person go? It'd be a relief if they didn't cause any trouble...”
The manager muttered, turning his head away but speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.
I patted my father's chest with my small hand.
“Dada. Dada. Lean down.”
I whispered something to him, too quietly for the manager to hear.
“Lift me up high wike this... okay?”
My body was lifted high into the air.
As if I'd been waiting for this, I opened the lid of the water bottle I'd brought and dumped it.
*Splaaaaash!*
The manager, suddenly drenched, blinked his eyes. His face flushed red.
“W-what do you think you're doing!”
“What am *I* doing? That's what I wanna ask you.”
I tilted my head with a puzzled expression.
“Who do you think you are?”
Now that we had the permit, there was no reason to linger. The manager, looking like a drowned rat, glared at me.
“...You are.”
“Me? I'm the daughter of the man you called bwoken.”
I know you well. For the record, I never forgot my grudge and paid you back in full during my third life.
“You're Gambarin, a 6th-rank manager. Son of Gamtaehan. Wight?”
But the information I used back then is still in my head, you see.
I grinned.
“You have about three hundred gold in gambling debts.”
“W-what.”
“But that's not the impowtant part.”
I drew the shape of a roof in the air with my small hand.
“You'we having an affair, but you haven't been caught yet, wight? Second Street, wed woof.”
For a second, his eyes widened as if they would tear. Gambarin's mouth gaped open and shut.
He quickly tried to feign composure, but it was already too late.
“I don't know what you're talking about!”
“Yeah. You don't have to know. But.”
I smiled, all bright and innocent.
“Even a thwee-year-old can wwite a letter, you know?”
“...”
“Should I tell 'Ms. Ranjiin' where to wook?”
That was the name of the man's wife. The manager was a son-in-law who had married into his wife's family and gotten his position through her influence.
And he still had the audacity to cheat. What a rotten bastard. *Tsk, tsk.*
“W-what... If your business is finished, then leave! How unpleasant!”
My smile vanished as I glared at the man.
“Don't insult my dada.”
“...”
“Or my uncoo.”