Chapter 426 – Blood Is Lighter Than Water
“Uh? “What about you?”
Ian, who wiped off his sweat-dropping face, quickly approached Sister Vivian and asked.
“Ah, the prayer room…! Oh, no, he went somewhere to see you for a moment…”
She blushes and answers in gibberish.
“I see…”
Ian has been having a hard time for the past few days.
It could be said that we are in a situation where we are faced with a ‘wall’, as martial artists often refer to it.
The techniques of Yusu-geom and Samjae-geom have reached perfection.
Ian’s sword was honest yet soft, accurate yet irregular, to the point that even the picky Seojun nodded.
I told you everything that even the half-human spearman Kesha had a hard time with that dizzying yet fierce swordsmanship.
However, Ian actually had a lot of dissatisfaction, because it felt like the connection point of the sword – or the inflection point that gave momentum – was disconnected somewhere.
In the process of swinging to the side while slashing – ‘I am a Samjae swordsman~’ and then ‘I am now a Yusu sword~’, as both claim loudly, should I say that the two sword techniques do not mix well?
Anyway, I was blocked by that frustrating wall and asked Seojun for guidance several times, but Seojun, with his eyes wide open in surprise, only dismissed it, saying that it was something you had to solve yourself.
It felt like a big piece of rice cake was stuck in my throat, and I was so frustrated that I almost died.
“Mom…!”
“Okay, okay, how was my baby? “Aren’t you being mean to a nun?”
In the meantime, Monica ran up to her and tried to hug her child.
There was dirt all over her body, and there were scratches all over her skin.
She kept her back to avoid showing the cut on her palm to her child and talked to her child.
“Did you say hello to dad? Dad, did you have a hard time~ Did you?”
As she points to her eye, her child holds out her little hand towards her eye.
Her plump, fluffy fingers moved around.
But her Ian just let out an awkward laugh.
In fact, she felt like her heart was swelling even before the child was born.
She would lie awake at night looking at her swollen belly – thinking about how well she would treat her child, how much she would cherish him, and how much he would love her when he came into the world.
The moment she saw her child’s hair, her mind went blank.
Why is it black?
My hair is blonde, and her hair is blonde too-.
Dangchoi: For what reason was a child born with black hair?
Oh, are you here? Baby, daddy is here. Dad-! Try it, Dad!
Her older sister, who was emaciated after giving birth, held her child in her arms, and she gave him a hug.
The child could not even open his eyes.
Wow! And suddenly I burst into tears, and it felt like my ears were going to fall off.
She just didn’t know how such a loud voice could come out of such a small body, and she even wished she could be quiet.
So she got really scared.
She didn’t know what to do – she quickly gave her child back to her.
“···The kid looks really cute, doesn’t he?”
The question of why her hair was black rose to the top of her throat, but she swallowed it down again.
All she said instead were useless and rambling words.
Words like, “Why can’t she open her eyes yet?”, “Her hands are so small,” And “Her face is wrinkled.”
She smiled warmly, saying that she would be as handsome as her father when she grew up.
At the soft touch of her child’s hair, Ian bit her lip for no reason.
After that, she never thought about her child.
The only thing I was worried about was swordsmanship.
As I thought about only that, each day disappeared in the blink of an eye.
From the way she holds her sword to the power she draws from her thighs –
She recalled the basics of how she first learned swordplay from Seojun, and had no time to think about anything else as she was reproducing them one by one.
However, on the day when she saw the child – when she came face to face with the curly black hair like a young baby bird’s feather and the clear blue lake-like eyes – that day, her temples felt like they were going to explode.
I have to say that it seems like her head is overloaded.
It was like someone was holding a sword under her neck and telling her not to worry about it – she couldn’t even think about the sword without her child.
So Ian kept running away.
To avoid meeting her child’s blue eyes, to not have him look at her and hold out her hand, to not hear her child’s sloppy language – her child’s voice, her child’s cries –
She hid somewhere dark and deep and continued to worry about the sword.
And others also vaguely felt that way about Ian.
“Ian, the kid wants you to hug him. All you have to do is give it a hug. What are you missing? Tsk – you stupid brat.”
Marger Lee came up behind her, tapped Ian on the head, and then hugged the child.
Ujjujju- I hold the child to my thin chest and play with him, rumbling- peek-a-boo.
The child laughed and stretched out her hand to grab her red hair.
Ian, who was clearly in a bad mood, smiled and said these words without realizing it.
“The baby doesn’t look very comfortable on my sister’s chest…?”
“···What?”
For Margery, words related to breasts were taboo.
That was something everyone in the group knew and was cautious about. In particular, Ian, who knows how to pay attention to others and be considerate, had no way of not knowing that.
However, Ian’s face darkened under the pouring gaze, and he stood up in her throat and uttered one more word.
“If you put your child on the washboard and let them do it, they’ll really like it!”
Everyone’s mouths dropped open.
A child who didn’t know anything just smiled and said, “Teh.”
Everyone’s expressions became strange, and they burst into laughter. He was truly childlike.
However, in return, Margery’s face turned red.
Clenched fists, fluttering nostrils.
Not knowing what would happen now, Monica quickly took the child into her arms.
Without anyone to stop her, Margery said, “Aaaaah!” He screamed and attacked Ian.
The two had a rough fist fight.
Normally, Ian would have just been hit instead of fighting back.
However, for an unknown reason, heat was rising from her lower abdomen to the point where steam was coming out of her ears – she could not see him or anything in her eyes.
Marjorie’s fist hit the bridge of Ian’s nose and blood poured out. When Ian’s fist hits Margery’s chin, a loud scream escapes her.
After exchanging punches a few times, Ian suddenly stopped punching.
It was only later that she realized that she was taking out her anger on a harsh place.
Immediately, a feeling of helplessness came over her whole body, and she fell to the ground after being hit by Lee’s punch.
Heo, heo, you bastard…
When she realized that Ian had no intention of fighting anymore, Margery relaxed her shoulders.
He spat bloody spit on the floor and muttered.
“Come to your senses, bastard… A guy with sorrow…”
Ian collapsed on the dirt floor and covered her face with the back of her hand.
The winter sun was beating down on his face.
But even if he tried to cover it with his hand or lowered his eyelids, the sunlight still shined brightly on him.
He can’t run away forever -.
Suddenly a thought occurred to me.
“···Are you okay Ian?”
Monica was squatting in front of him, trying to inspect his wounds – Ian slapped it away without realizing it.
“Tsk…”
“···Sorry.”
“···Vivian, please take a look at Ian’s wounds.”
“No, it’s okay. Me… “I want to be alone…”
The hesitating group left the parade ground one by one.
Ian, who was left alone, was out of breath with a feeling of tightness in his chest, and ripped off the front button.
Tears welled up, and I burst into tears like a young monk.
After crying for a while, the tears stopped.
Only then was I able to think about my child.
Black hair was not that common.
Even in her hometown of Herero, there were only three.
Ian clearly remembered seeing his wife, Monica, having sex with someone else.
Jonathan-.
Yes, that was the name.
That guy was Ian’s childhood nightmare.
He and his gang tormented Ian terribly, like a devil.
At that time, every day was like hell.
If Ian had the power he has now – they would never have been able to touch him.
Because he was weak and easygoing, they tormented him like throwing stones at a frog.
They were truly cowardly, mean, and dirty bastards.
I’m just thinking about it now, but if I go back to that time, I won’t just forgive you.
I will break each of his limbs and crush at least one of his fingers.
If the anger still doesn’t go away, you can pull out each molar…
Jonathan was especially like that.
The guy desecrated his older sister’s body, saying he would teach her how to seduce Ian.
He also took her virginity, and he was probably the first person to kiss her, and perhaps the first time he made love pour out of her.
Ian bit his lip. He didn’t even know that blood was seeping out.
The veins bulged in his tightly clenched fists, and his fingernails dug into his palms.
I wanted to rent a carriage right away and go back to my hometown.
Jonathan is probably taking over his father’s family business and working in the fields.
He wanted to slam his fist into that guy’s shameless face. He wanted to pull out all his teeth and make him unable to even eat corn oatmeal. Furthermore, he wanted to slit his balls and make him a guy who could never hug a woman again.
What if he has a wife…? If so…
Ian thought about that and then shook his head.
For a moment, I felt like I had become a different person and my blood drained.
After I came to my senses, I burst out laughing.
He knew very well that he had neither the intention of returning to his hometown nor the courage to stone Jonathan to death.
He was that kind of guy, me.
The child is from another man, so what does it matter?
My older sister gave birth and kept an eye on Ian the whole time.
Did she want to give birth to that man’s child as her older sister?
Wouldn’t the older sister have been embarrassed when she saw the child’s hair color?
From her hometown of Herero, she only sent passionate love to her Ian.
The reason I had a relationship with that piece of trash, Jonathan, was all because I fell for his sugarcoat.
He said he didn’t have any feelings for him – my sister told me until my ears were tired.
How hellish would it be for her to have a healthy child in a precarious situation, but not be blessed and only watch over her husband?
What crime is the child guilty of?
No matter whose blood I inherited, it doesn’t change the fact that I am the father.
The child will call me daddy, and I will gladly love the child.
Ian removed his hands that were covering his eyelids and looked up at the sky.
The winter sky was clear blue. The winter air that was sucked into my nose was refreshing and smelled of snow and wet earth.
Ian lay there for a moment, looking up at her with a blank expression.
How long does it take to look straight at the sky?
Write it… Huaaa-.
Inhalation and exhalation.
As I repeated this several times, I felt like something tight inside me was being released.
I opened my tightly closed eyes and jumped up from my seat.
I shook the dirt off my back and headed towards where my sister was.
The child-, I missed the child.
