Chapter 148 – 148. Atomizer

After taking off her disguise and revealing her true self, Hwang Bo-ran is heading somewhere.
The sound of her rough breathing made the floor vibrate, and the stride of her footsteps let anyone know that she was on the verge of venting her rage.

Those who were even a little familiar with her bad-tempered behavior, whose bare fists were no different from weapons, averted their gaze or left the spot the moment they met.

It was a reaction that reminded me of a sailor who hopes that a rough wave, a natural disaster, will pass quickly.

She made her way to the inn’s room where visitors to the Hwangbo family stayed. She sprints off her wild steps with near-sprinting momentum, and she immediately opens a door and re-enters.

“Elder Tak! I have something to tell you.”
“…Hey, Sogaju. Is it that hard to be polite to knock on the door of the room where the elders of the family are?”

The dark zone is a place where all of Sega’s dirty chores are handled.
Hwang Bo-tak, the owner of the house, had to look at the documents, give instructions, and report to the head of the house even at this time. While looking at office work while flipping through papers, he said that with an expression that seemed like he would get a headache from the thoughtless visit of Hwang Ji-ran, the owner of the small household.

In fact, it was not right for a minority to ignore an adult in charge of a family’s eldership.

It is only natural that even the head of the family does not ignore the elders who have supported the family for a long time.
Hwang Bo-ji-ran chewed up all the courtesy.

“More than that!”
“…”

It was Hwang Bo-tak who felt that the headache, which he had barely calmed down after the hard work, recurred and clamped his head.

‘Also… You’d better accept his offer. Although there shouldn’t be an option to refuse in the first place.’

There are only two reasons why Hwangbo Jiran, who has a bad head and has a rough speech habit, could become the head of the five generations of Hwangbo, even if she was the youngest.

The first is that she is born with no bones, better than men for a woman.
The second is that she is the only daughter of the head of household.

If it wasn’t for these two things, I’d just be a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of That was the evaluation Hwang Bo-tak gave her.
He looked at Hwangbo Jiran, who was raging right in front of her, with her bleak eyes.

Hwang Bo-tak, not even recognizing that Hwang Bo-tak had grown cold, kept talking about what he had to do.

“I heard that it’s a flower mirror! You boasted that if you use my shadow warrior, it won’t be that difficult to get the nickname of Bong. What’s the result? Isn’t it!”
“…Haaa.”

When there was no substitute for Sogaju, she would have flattered herself to stand out.
All that came out of her mouth was a sigh.

It’s all good now.

“Elder Tak? What is that sigh now! Do you think you will be able to spend your old age comfortably with such impure treatment?”

Thinking so, Hwang Bo-tak tried to feel sympathy for the girl in front of her.

They squealed, but in the end they were of the same blood family.

‘Because I did something beyond his eyes.’

Absolute adherence to terms and conditions where it is not even clear whether the swordsman’s apprentice is right.

And the fact that Baekwoon and the direct descendents of Icegung were lovers was the worst disaster for them.

At least he was a little better.
Unlike herself who has her uses, Hwangbo Jiran couldn’t do that even without luck. No, rather, their very existence interfered with his plans.

“Look, Sogaju. Can this old man give me one last word of advice?”
“Elder Tak? Hmm. Tell me.”
“Thank you.”

Didn’t even notice that I emphasized the accent of ‘last’ to help.

Contrary to words, Hwang Bo-tak raised his hand as he scolded Hwang Bo-tak, who had no brain to accept mercy from others.

Hwangbo Jiran’s mouth gapes at the defect where her hands are empty where they should be.
But nothing came out as if speechless.

“Sogaju. I recommend you live a strong and righteous life in your next life.
“No, what kind of cow is that?”

Poo-wook.

“-Lee, uh…?”

Speechless, unrealistic sensations in the chest, as if choking.

At that, her head naturally turned downward.

There was a sword that had pierced her chest and was covered in her blood.
Even before accepting the reality, the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth implicitly announces his death.

She doesn’t know what happened, but Hwangbo Ji-ran, who was barely aware of the fact that she was going to die, slowly closed her eyes and was on the verge of losing her mind.

“You shouldn’t have touched BoA. Why are you messing with her?”

She thought at the chilly remark she heard.

‘Ah. You’re dying because you touch something you shouldn’t touch.’

After that accident, Hwang Bo Ji-ran closed her eyes like a doll whose string had been cut off.

***

Fire.

Hwang Bo-tak shuddered as she saw ‘it was Hwangbo Ji-ran’ pounding inside her inn room.

‘It’s scary. I’m scared.’

He wasn’t afraid of Baekwoon’s cruel hands.

Hwang Bo-tak was afraid of the reality that he could not feel any sense of difference even though he was clearly burning dead bodies in the inn.

‘Even though it’s burning, it doesn’t smell. There is no sound even though it is supported.’

Even the poison of the Tang family, which melts the corpse without a trace, would not be able to remove the corpse so secretly.
He wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t been watching the process right in front of her eyes too.

It also meant that Baekwoon was an existence beyond his common sense.
How could I not be afraid?

“Are you feeling better now?”
“That’s right. In my mind, I wanted to torture and kill slowly, but it’s a pity that I didn’t have time.”
“…Please, I hope that your anger will not be directed at me.”
“Don’t worry. You’re useful and you’re well aware of the fact that it’s better to save someone if they don’t bother you.”

That answer scared me even more.

Hwang Bo-tak felt that the fear imprinted deep in his heart was about to recur, and he broke into a cold sweat and suddenly had to poop.

“The Lord of the Armed Forces will come out.”
“…John name.”

Her air shook, and before she knew it, she, the shadow warrior of Hwangbo Jiran, appeared.

She was in a state of tension at the presence of Baek-un, who killed Soga-ju of Hwang Bo-segae without hesitation.

Hwang Bo-tak loses one of his hands while fighting with Eun-seol-bo, who suddenly orders him to defeat Eun-seol-bo with an electric sound, contrary to his first order. And Baek-woon, who casually killed Hwang Bo-ji-ran and erased her existence.
No matter who sees it, it was Baiyun who led the situation, so she behaved very politely so as not to go against her heart.

Baekwoon stared at the shadow warrior.
Hwang Bo-tak asked her before her stomach was threatened by her slowly burdensome gaze.

“That ‘person’ is none of your business. Rather, answer my question, okay?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“How much do you know about Sogaju’s behavior, mannerisms, inaction and human relationships?”
“It’s ten percent.”

It was an immediate answer.

“As you instructed before, I learned everything about Sogaju carefully so that there would be no doubt even if I competed in the dragonfeng branch instead.”
“It’s good. The lord of the dark branch. As the lord, I will give you the last transfer. From now on, be loyal as his subordinate.”
“Transfer, are you?”
“Yes. Oh, but don’t worry, your brother will still have Sega’s support.”
“…Thank you.”

As soon as I heard the word transfer, I thought I would be abandoned and was about to contemplate.

A shadow warrior who is relieved and grateful for Hwang Bo-tak’s urgently added comment.
And soon I got a question.

In the cancer zone, where existence itself is a secret, transferring to Baek-woon, who is now considered unknown, means that the relationship itself that redeemed his brother and sister was passed over in front of his eyes.

I don’t know what Baekwoon’s true identity is, and I can’t tell if the situation has improved or deteriorated.
At least it didn’t turn out to be the worst.

“Then, has the authority to command this shadow warrior passed to me?”
“That’s right. When I was young, I took care of my baby brother at Hwangbo’s house in exchange for wearing the shackles myself. I accepted and nurtured him after confirming his boldness by putting on the same face as Sogaju and claiming to be a shadow warrior.”
“…Yes?”

Hwang Bo-tak’s explanation was delayed, but Baek-woon’s answer was delayed, but no one cared about him.

‘Seeing that this old man said ‘the same face’, he hid the jade cotton ball and changed his face.’

The possibility that the shadow warrior in front of him was the unknown he knew increased.

‘What. It’s just a matter of slowly finding out if he’s unknown. Should I start with the aftermath of killing Hwang Bo-ji-ran?’

“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“From now on you ‘Hwangboji means‘.“
“…Yes?”

I blinked my eyes and couldn’t understand.
Soon after realizing something, Baekwoon grinned at the wide-eyed shadow warrior.

“I guess you understand. This is your first order as a lord. You pretend to be ‘Hwang Bo-ji-ran’ and swallow Hwang Bo-segae slowly.”
“?!”

The shoulder of the shadow warrior shook with astonishment after confirming that the hypothesis he built in his mind was correct.