Chapter 417 – Tournament (4)
Things went well.
It was decided not to be held guilty for killing the Knight of Dawn, and with the Knight of the Lily stepping down – Seojun became the winner of the jousting tournament.
The investiture will take place as soon as the sun rises tomorrow.
The temporary head of the family who organized the situation – the eleventh son of the Golden Duke – wanted to hold a knighthood ceremony as splendid as possible, but decided to hold it informally in order to also commemorate the knight of dawn.
Tomorrow, gold-plated mercenary Ha Seo-jun will now become Lord Ha Seo-jun.
It was a moment of upward mobility that some people could only dream of – but it wasn’t something people would just like.
As the value of his name increases, the number of people who are jealous or wary of him will also increase.
Anyway, the story ended like that, and Seojun, who was released from the rope, headed straight to the treatment room.
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Peueueueueu…
I put the stick to my lips and sucked it.
“Wow…!”
The jelly-like pink soles of my feet are twitching.
One toe is so small that it is narrow. The two hands that are clenched into fists are also very small.
The eyes that look here through the barely open eyelids are blue, just like their mother.
Seojun sat with his legs crossed and exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke.
Kelokkellok-
As the child coughs, several nuns glare at Seojun.
“Why don’t you smoke somewhere else?”
One nun said that in annoyance, but another nun quickly silenced her.
It’s because Seojun’s expression wasn’t that good.
Even after the nuns who were taking care of the child went to check on other patients, Seojun sat there for a long time and sucked on the stick.
Until the acrid cigarette smoke fills the room.
“Ebe…”
The child didn’t even cry while looking at Seojun.
He just sucks my fingers and toes, and occasionally coughs and oozes snot or saliva.
As if he recognized someone with mixed blood – he just looked at Seojun with his blue, unwary eyes.
“Her hair is black.”
Seojun didn’t say that until a long time later.
Ian, that guy must be so shocked. No, maybe I don’t have much to think about… Anyway, it’s my daughter’s bitch -.
Seojun glanced at the child’s lower body wrapped in a thick cloth and clicked his tongue.
The mission window visible on the retina blinks continuously.
It was obvious to him without even having to read it.
Those guys in the chat room enjoy harassing Seojun. The number of people who purely support him can be counted on one hand.
No, maybe not at all.
They just observe Seojun and often pick up his coins because they are interested and want to satisfy their desires.
It was safe to say that there was no good intention at all.
The more he reacts, the more they will rush in and bite.
If it looks even the slightest bit like it might collapse, they will start throwing stones non-stop.
[100 coins if you get your daughter pregnant lol]
[Hey you bastards hahaare you people haha]
[Now is the time to warm up haha. If you eat the hymen, you will get 1000 coins haha]
[Ugh, I’m so disgusted, it’s true]
[Fuck haha, this must be a joke]
[Do you think that’s a joke?]
[I thought I was going to fool you and give it a try. 1,000 coins are big, Seojun.]
[Throw away a thousand coins? Throw away a thousand coins?]
[Eunuch: Haha, brothers, just think about your sleep haha]
I never looked at the chat window after that.
They’re probably overheated from provocations and arguments, so they’re pushing up the chat window with their faces wide open.
When I get up from my seat and open the window, the cool air sucks in and drives out the cigarette smoke inside.
A coughing sound is heard from behind.
Seojun stood with his back to the window and quietly looked at the baby with his snot hanging in a circle.
There was not a single scratch anywhere on the pale skin.
It was luck.
The blade wielded by that knight could not pierce the unborn child, but only cut off the mother’s organs.
So she was in critical condition, but her child was healthy. Very.
I don’t know if it was God’s trick or a prank, but Seojun felt strange as if he was seeing the main character in a cartoon movie running around under a hail of bullets and still being unharmed.
Once the air was somewhat ventilated – Seojun closed the window again.
Just then, a nun came back, and I asked.
“Where is the child’s mother?”
“···Ah, he’s in the room at the end of the hallway.”
The bored nun couldn’t meet Seojun’s eyes and answered hesitantly.
She left the treatment room after seeing the nun holding her child.
The nun and her chief healers, dressed in her white robes, walk up and down the hallways.
As expected, I thought, like Golden Balthazar, he does not spare money on things like this.
As he heads to the innermost room at the end of the hallway, someone standing in front of him stands up and blocks Seojun.
“Who, who, who are you…?”
It was a harelip where the upper lip was rolled inward.
There were drops of blood on her fingertips, as if she had just been picking at her fingernails.
Seojun answered.
“I came to see Monica, the injured mother. “Who are you?”
“···W-what brought you here?”
Seojun’s eyebrows furrowed as the guy repeated his pointless questions.
He took out a bottle containing red liquid from his front door and spoke.
“The cure.”
“Chi, chi, cure…!”
With an idiotic look on his face, he chews the cud exactly what Seojun said and then quickly stands aside.
He pushed the guy’s shoulder to the side, opened Gon’s door, and went in.
The fishy scent of blood stings his nose.
Three nuns are gathered in front of the bed, and a handful of cloth that has soaked up her blood is seen thrown in a bucket.
Their palms, backs of their hands, and sleeves were covered in reddish blood.
As Seojun approaches, a nun looks behind her and tries to stop him.
“Still healing! “You can’t come in…!”
However, one of the dogs recognized Seojun and jumped up from his seat to stop him.
“It’s okay, I’m with you!”
It was Vivian, a blind nun.
Seojun waved his hand to tell her not to worry about me and went closer to check on Monica’s condition.
The blonde hair that hung down on the bed was all scattered.
His face was bruised and bluish everywhere, as if he had been hit, and the bridge of his nose was broken.
There were countless stab wounds on her white arms and legs, and to make matters worse, blood seemed to be continuously oozing out of her swollen abdomen – the faces of the nuns were all covered in sweat as they pressed their stomachs to stop the bleeding.
Even Vivian’s complexion was very pale, perhaps because she continued to pour out her enormous divine power.
“···First, we have overcome the big hurdle. But because there wasn’t enough blood-.”
Vivian muttered as she watched Seojun.
The blond-haired mother, who was lying on him and moaning, glances at Seojun with her eyelids fluttering.
“···Ugh, Seo, Seojun oppa…?”
Actually, Seojun doesn’t like the new school that much.
Such feelings only served as a hindrance to moving forward, and they were bound to become the playthings of chat window bastards who were hellbent on biting Seojun’s wounds.
So, in the early days of repeated episodes, I tried not to show my emotions.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t all that difficult.
However, she has become accustomed to it and has become numb to it, and now everything is just annoying.
Even when I see her dying in front of my eyes, I don’t feel any sense of crisis.
She is not angry, let alone sad.
A quiet heartbeat and eyes without any tremors show Seojun’s dull emotional state.
Those black eyes were so cold – Monica turned her head away, letting her tears flow.
It was because it felt like a beating, as if he was asking why the child wasn’t dead yet – or why he had managed to save the child.
“About.”
Suddenly, Seojun threw the medicine bottle at her chest.
“Drink.”
Items in coin shops ignore the laws of the world.
Divine power was also an incomprehensible power from the perspective of modern medicine – but it was nothing compared to the items in the coin shop.
This is a God thing.
It was an item that the gods bought and sold using the currency they used among themselves.
Therefore, the laws of physics were something that even the most insignificant beings could not attempt to understand.
What kind of liquid it is and what its ingredients are.
Is it really the medicine? Despite the suspicious looks and dissuasion from the nuns, Monica held the vial with her trembling hands.
She extends her hand for Vivian to open it, but she shakes her head and refuses.
Using my own strength, I opened the cap of the medicine bottle, brought it to my mouth, and started pouring it in.
Gulp – one sip, two sips.
The more she drank, the more it went down her throat – her complexion gradually began to return to its original color.
The trembling of my hands stops.
The brightly bruised cheekbones and the bridge of the nose, which was red and swollen as if it had been broken, regained their apricot color, and new skin began to gently rise on the wounds on the limbs that had barely stopped bleeding.
The same was true for the places where eggs were ruptured throughout my lower abdomen.
“Three, oh my god-!”
“A ghost is crying…?”
The nuns are the flagship.
Vivian also felt her vitality rising from Monica and let out a soft sigh of relief.
“It was hard. “Pay for the potion.”
Seojun left the room after leaving those words.
It felt like I heard a sniffling sound behind me.
