Chapter 163 – Chapter 163 – Promise (6)

“Kang Han-jun.”

She called my name and Kim Ji-hye stared at me from a distance as if telling her not to act nonsense.

Black eyes that contain only me.

Feeling a strange pressure, let’s focus her gaze on Kim Ji-hye.

Kim Ji-hye finally parted her thick lips, and she continued talking to me.

“No way, Hong Ma-dong… Didn’t you kill him then and leave him alive?”

“… Yes?”

For a moment, without realizing it, I questioned myself.

It was such an unexpected question.

Crimson demons suddenly popped out, and I blankly recalled the previous conversation.

‘With each passing day, it’s ridiculously increasing growth.’

“Ah.”

Apparently, Kim Ji-hye seemed to have seen the red horse-dong in my ever-increasing swordsmanship and chukji.

As if I realized something, I let out a lonely sound.

Kim Ji-hye brushed her hair with her annoyed face once, then pushed her chin against the wall.

“Kang Han-jun.”

Kim Ji-hye, who placed her arm on the wall behind my back, spoke to her in a chic voice.

“How long did you think you wouldn’t be caught?

In Kim Ji-hye’s breath, the sweet and bitter scent of Kim Ji-hye’s special cigarette lingered.

Even his strangely addictive breath seemed to be telling me to be obedient and tell the truth.

“Habits when holding a dagger, gaze and gait when writing a thumbprint. And escaping from a gripping grip, expanding one’s senses. You can never learn these things from a non-commercial office.”

Kim Ji-hye’s black eyes, which had been staring at me from earlier, flickered, as if asking if they weren’t like that.

“Real battle. It’s not just a real fight, it’s a habit that you learn naturally only when you go through a real fight that makes you burst out. Because I’m lacking, that habit of watching and learning from the enemy was definitely pointing to Hongma-dong.”

Kim Ji-hye took her one step forward.

I unknowingly hesitated and stepped back, but there was already a solid wall behind my back.

The distance between Kim Ji-hye and my body decreased.

Now she could feel not only her breath, but also the scent of coffee permeating Kim Ji-hye’s body at the tip of her nose.

The lightly loosened suit and Kim Ji-hye’s white skin revealed defenseless beneath it.

I also looked at Kim Ji-hye with her head down, holding her gaze as she kept moving toward her chest.

“What the hell did you do, Kang Han-joon? How did you continue the real battle without leaving any traces on your body? How did you manage to meet Hongma-dong consistently despite not having enough time? I can’t even guess.”

Swoop.

Jihye Kim lowered her head even more.

In the eyes of Kim Ji-hye, who had now approached right in front of me, my embarrassed face was reflected.

“Tell me, what the hell did you do?”

Gulp.

I swallowed.

“That… That’s it.”

Kim Ji-hye didn’t blink an eye, and waited silently for my lips to open.

I was perplexed as to why the situation had come to this, and meekly vomited the truth.

It wasn’t a fact to hide in the first place.

“It’s because I met Hong Ma-dong in my dream.”

“… What?”

Jihye Kim twisted her eyebrows as if she were joking.

To prove my sincerity, I hurriedly continued.

“It’s real! And that man in Hongma-dong died right away, because he’s giggling in his dreams and making jokes with his own life.”

“……”

Kim Ji-hye tried to question me once again, but she was silent when she heard Hongma-dong talk about throwing a joke with her own life.

Probably, it was clear that Kim Ji-hye had a unique grinning Hongma-dong in her head.

“Whoa.”

Kim Ji-hye let out a deep sigh, then touched her head.

Judging from that look that seemed very annoyed, it seemed that he believed me.

“Make a cup of coffee, then talk about it in detail.”

Jerk, jerk.

Looking at the back of Kim Ji-hye as she walked back to the chair with her cigarette in her mouth.

I quickly started making Kim Ji-hye’s special customized coffee.

* *

Kim Ji-hye took a sip of her coffee and sighed.

Before I knew it, Kim Ji-hye had drank all the coffee I handed her.

During that time, I explained in detail how I met Hong Ma-dong.

She was Kim Ji-hye, who also frowned her eyebrows on the way.

In the end, until I finished speaking, she just listened.

Kim Ji-hye, who had heard everything that had happened, looked at me blankly.

I got stabbed, and I respectfully stayed still with my hands on her knees.

“I have a lot to say, but let’s start with this. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was a bit awkward to say that he had received the succubus’ hatred from Morgan in the first place. Also, since Hong Ma-dong isn’t such a good sorcerer, I didn’t want to cause him to worry. I think I naturally hid it.”

“Whoa.”

Jihye Kim sighed.

Feeling a sense of crisis at the sight of her pressing her head, I immediately acted cute.

“I’m sorry, Jihye-sister. I’ll tell you right away next time!”

“……”

Kim Ji-hye, who seemed like she was going to spit out swear words at any moment, saw my aegyo like this and she fell silent.

Several months have passed since I did not know Kim Ji-hye.

It was Kim Ji-hye who was tired of work and lived with irritation.

Never, as much as I did, never showed irritation about work.

Rather, she was Kim Ji-hye who only showed me a soft side.

It seemed that my aegyo this time was also safely eaten.

“If you don’t tell me next time, I’ll hit you.”

“Yep!”

When I answered in a friendly manner, Kim Ji-hye sighed, but she did not push me any further.

Kim Ji-hye, who brushed off her irritation with her coolness, snapped her fingers at her, and she said to me.

“Hanjun Kang, the headband you were talking about earlier. You said it had no effect on Morgan.”

“Oh, yes. They said it had no effect… Except that wearing it to sleep made me sleep better.”

Kim Ji-hye seemed to be lost in her thoughts for a moment, and she was silent.

“In addition, they said that the space in the dream had a stretched white background.”

“Yep.”

In response to my answer, Kim Ji-hye fell into a longer silence.

Tok, tok.

As if contemplating something, Kim Ji-hye habitually snaps her fingers.

Then Kim Ji-hye hesitated and licked her lips.

“I’m asking just in case. In that space… By any chance, I wonder if I can meet your father.”

In Kim Ji-hye’s eyes, although it was very brief, various emotions were peeped out.

‘No,’ I tried to answer.

Seeing that moment, I twisted my answer.

“Maybe so. Even Hong Ma-dong said he doesn’t know why he’s here. Wouldn’t it be possible to see his father someday?”

Kim Ji-hye flicked the cigarette between her lips.

Watching her burning cigarette in her daze, Kim Ji-hye snapped her fingers.

“Yeah, that could be it. I just found out that the headband helps you, so that’s it. She will continue to train every time.”

“Yeah, it’s convenient because even if your neck and arm are cut off there, you can attach them in just a few seconds.”

“… Ha.”

Kim Ji-hye heard me, and she pressed her temples, as if her irritation was rising.

Let’s express her wonder at Ji-Hye Kim’s sudden annoyance.

Jihye Kim shook her hand.

“All right, go to the training ground first. Hold hands with your sister.”

“Areum? Ah.”

Peek.

When she looked behind her, she could see Ah-reum’s eyes staring at me through the slightly exposed crack in the door.

Receiving my gaze, Arum hurriedly backed away, perhaps embarrassed.

Realizing that Areumie’s obsessive-compulsive symptoms had flared up, I pulled her up.

Looking at the start, it has already been an hour since I shared time with Kim Ji-hye.

“Then, I’ll go first.”

I hurriedly ran to the door to get Areum.

When I opened the door, Areumyi was leaning against the wall as if she had never done that before, and took the form of politely handing over a greeting.

Unlike him, Areumie’s light green hair was showing a disheveled appearance.

“Ruler.”

I silently held out my hand to Areum.

“… Brother.”

Ah-reum held my hand tightly.

Kim Si-hee watched us happily and carefully closed the door of Kim Ji-hye’s office.

Kki-ik, rattle.

The door is closed, and the office is left alone.

Kim Ji-hye blankly leaned against her chair and sucked on her cigarette.

Hearing the smoke rising deep into her lungs and the sound of the wick burning.

Kim Ji-hye was lost in her thoughts.

‘Wishy, ​​take good care of my son.’

Lee Joon Kang.

The image of the request was still vivid as he shyly scratched his black hair.

But at that time, he was silent.

‘Please, wisdom. Understand?’

‘Yes.’

In response to the reluctant reply, Kang Yi-joon closed his eyes shortly after.

Next to Lee Si-ah and Kang Yi-jun, who closed their eyes side by side, lay a baby with immaculate skin.

Other than Kang Kang-joon, the ‘absolutely’ blood of the Imoogi clan could not be continued.

Looking at the baby who inherited the blood of the only dragon, Kim Ji-hye at that time had many thoughts.

She still had a complicated state of mind, but a distinctly different emotion surged in her heart.

Kang Joon said he had to protect himself.

“Whoa.”

Kang Kang-joon’s shadow magic, reversal.

In that keyword, which is so paradoxical, Kang Kang-joon’s words that you can’t use the spirit of a drunkard in a dream world.

Kim Ji-hye thought that she might be able to meet Kang Lee-joon someday.

If that time comes, what will he say?

“… Shit.”

Kim Ji-hye spat out her swear words.

Kim Ji-hye, who smoked deeply once again, stared down at the coffee that Jun Kang gave her.