Chapter 202 – The Broken Saint
“You two, what are you doing now…?”
The silence created by the bag that was barely hanging on my small shoulder falling down.
The emptiness cast in pitch-black eyes contrasts with the jewel-like eyes of the saint.
Hye-mi was standing there, chewing her lip and barely able to make out her voice.
He looked at us, his legs shaking as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
“Hye, Hye-mi! It’s not what you think… Hye-mi…?”
“Two, you two, what are you doing now…?!”
Su-hyeon’s expression, which had been laughing as she hurriedly pulled up her pants and stuck out her flippers, hardened.
Su-hyeon’s older sister stands up from her seat with an unusual appearance on her daughter’s face, her playful expression on her face.
“Wait a minute Hyemi, what’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with her face, huh?”
“Uh, mom… Ooh, uh…!”
Hye-mi’s eyes clearly show the sight of her slowly collapsing.
Her eyes, like dust that seemed ready to fly away if I blew on them, were following me.
Eyes shaking with fear, despair, and anxiety.
Hyemi lost her strength and fell down.
And──
“Uuuuu!!”
──White bitter water poured out along with the crack inside.
“Hye-mi?! Hey, Yang Hye-mi!! What’s wrong?!”
“Huh?! Go away!! U-uh…! Hmm…!!”
When Soo-hyeon, startled by her sudden vomiting, reaches out for her hand, Hye-mi throws away her touch and runs away.
Hye-mi, who had crawled to the corner of her lobby, was squatting down and shaking, holding her head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, save me…
I was wrong, I won’t do it again… Please don’t kill me, I’m scared…!
“I don’t want to die, Karl, I’m scared… Heep… I don’t want blood, I’m scared, I don’t want to die…!”
Grrr…
A puddle of water with a fishy scent was spreading around where Hye-mi sat.
Her older sister, who was incontinent from extreme fear, covering her ears and closing her eyes, had become a nuisance to her.
Su-hyeon’s older sister is trembling with her mouth covered at the change in her daughter that she has never seen or known about.
She grabs one of her blankets from the counter for her and carefully approaches her older sister.
Currently, Hye-mi’s soul is in a state that is no different from a card tower that collapses even if you blow on it.
I don’t know what the consequences will be if I write my desires into my sister’s soul, so I can’t do this.
At least to write down her desires, she must soothe her sister Hye-mi’s soul and then blow it slowly.
So, as quietly as she could, she called out to her in a voice that seemed to gently caress her wounds.
He covered her wet pants and puddles with her blanket and sat down at eye level with her.
“Hye-mi, sister?”
But.
“…Ugh… Ugh… Sigh…! I’m sorry…! I won’t do that again, so please stop now…
Uh, let her mom go… Mu, of course I’ll pay for my sins! Wow, whatever you want…
I will do everything you said! I will film a sex video with a homeless person and post it on my social media…
I’ll tattoo a meat toilet on her ass and pussy and make it a private cum receiver for you! Hehe…”
“Sister.”
“Uh, so… Please don’t do that to mom… Please save us… Huh…”
Hye-mi crawls in front of me and bows her head.
She let out a broken laugh, then burst into tears, pleading with her sister.
She asked me not to kill her, not to touch her family.
My body and mind were completely broken, and as expected, Hye-mi misunderstood me.
I was mistaken in thinking that the terrible stalker and the source of the pain that was eating away my life was ‘Choi Woo Joo.’
She had false hopes that she would be able to live if she gave in to me, if she gave up living a decent human life.
“…”
I feel like my stomach is twisting.
The bastard who destroyed Hye-mi’s older sister and made her believe that the wrong and cruel reality was hope.
The bastard made a plan to isolate her older sister by making her take a humiliating video and spreading it to everyone.
Furthermore, he solved her by humiliating her body, and at the end, she tried to take her life.
Taejun Han.
My stomach is twisting with anger.
However, he smiled and spoke in a soft voice.
“Are you okay.”
“…Yes…?”
“Hyemi, I’ll make sure you’re okay.”
Hyemi raised her head and carefully straightened her tangled hair.
“I understand your anxiety, I understand that I am scared, and I understand my sister who is suspicious of everything.
Even if I say I didn’t do that, it will only be an excuse to my sister, so I’ll make a promise.
“I will make sure that when you sleep well and wake up tomorrow, everything will be just as good as it was when we played together before.”
I slowly hugged my sister’s trembling body so as not to startle her.
“H-hey…?! Si-I don’t like it! U-sss…!! Ah…?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Now, Hye-mi… It’s okay now.”
“Ooh, ooh…”
I patted the back of Hye-mi, who was struggling and sobbing so violently that she almost had a seizure.
Little by little, she gave her desires that a tired human like her sister would never reject.
She conveys to her the human desire for ‘peace’ and teaches her about real life, not her false hopes.
“…Ugh, I’m better… I don’t want to do that…! I want to do it with someone I like for the first time… Ugh…!”
“That’s right, sister, you can do whatever you want.”
“I don’t want tattoos…! I don’t want strangers doing that to me, and I just want to live…!”
“You don’t have to. You just have to live like you did until now.”
The one year time I gave to the saints, the opportunity to live the happiness of an ordinary human being.
Sister Hye-mi lived in her pain for part of that year, and today she found stability for the first time in a long time.
Fortunately, Hye-mi seemed to have found her way in my arms, and the shaking of her soul subsided.
Just now.
“So, sister, don’t think about anything now and just get some rest. Everything will be okay soon.”
“Ugh, uh… Ah…”
Slowly encourage her to sleep without putting too much strain on her exhausted body and mind.
Hye-mi’s eyelids gradually droop as she slowly loses her strength.
Even the slightest tremor in her arms helps me relax, avoid fear, and seeps into a peaceful dream.
“Suhhh… Phew…”
Hye-mi, who is in her deep sleep, hugs her sister’s body covered with her blanket.
“Woah, Woojoo… Our Hyemi, why are you doing this…”
“Soo-hyeon, do you have a spare room? I think we should first wash your body and then lie down.”
“Oh, yes! It’s on the first floor. Come this way!”
I grab a card key from the counter and follow Soohyun as she runs across the hallway.
Dare to take my woman, mine.
That guy who dared to interfere with the happiness I gave them.
Originally, I had no intention of sending him off kindly, but I think a more humiliating and painful punishment will be necessary.
‘Luna and Yunsol, can you please bring Harumu back to the motel?’
Clutching her card No. 402 in her hand, she gives the order to the saints to gather.
Isabelle and her group will continue to pursue Han Tae-jun, so Hye-mi comes first.
Suhyun’s sister is waiting with the locked door open from afar. She’ll have to explain her situation to her too.
The room I took Hye-mi to was a cozy place with lots of sunlight.
However, the sunlight that would have been visible originally was obscured today by dark clouds and the rain that was beginning to fall.
“…Those damn bastards… I’ll kill them right now…!”
“Uh, mother…”
Su-hyeon sister also heard everything.
Sister Su-hyeon burst out in anger at Hye-mi, who was sleeping with a comfortable face in her clean pajamas.
It was her mother’s regret for not being able to understand the pain that had befallen her daughter without her knowledge.
Yunsol quickly wipes away the tears from her eyes and comforts Soo-hyeon, who hit the table with a thud.
Leaving them behind, she approaches Luna, who was checking the condition of her older sister, Hye-mi, with her tail stretched out.
“…How is it?”
“…There are no injuries, but you are mentally exhausted.
“If I had been a little late, my spirit would have been completely broken.”
Luna retracts her tail that was wrapped around her older sister Hye-mi’s body and releases her great saintess anger.
After concisely saying only what she needed to say, Luna looked into my eyes and quietly retreated.
“…”
I don’t even know what kind of expression I’m making right now.
It’s the first time she’s felt this complicated since her dad died right before her eyes.
The anger that has gone beyond what I can contain is wandering around with no place to go.
The great saints who followed me knew this, and they quietly held their breath and lowered their heads.
Yang Hye-mi, who was always bright to herself, always kind and friendly, was worried about her saint.
The emotions flowing out of them were also complex, tinged with anger and sadness.
So, I stuffed the candy I had saved instead of a cigarette into my burning lips and took a deep breath.
He walked up to Yunsol, held her hand, and asked her for a favor.
“Ah, ah, brother…?”
“You know Hyemi is having a hard time right now, right? That’s why I called you.
If Hye-mi wakes up, give her a quiet hug. Just give me a hug.”
“Yes, yes? You know that I do things like that wrong…”
“No, you are good at that. And Hye-mi noona knows it well.
“Hyemi loved you so much when you first joined the club.”
Yunsol nodded her head slightly at those words, this time towards Luna.
“Luna, if your sister has another seizure, you have to use your power to calm her down. Understood?”
“…Yes, please leave it to me…!”
And to Harumu, who stood in the hallway avoiding the serious atmosphere in the room.
“Oppa… Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Harumu was suddenly surprised too, right? I’m sorry.”
“Ugh, no… Harumu doesn’t want Hyemi-unni to be sick…”
Harumu’s personality changed after seeing her older sister’s condition, and Hyemi pats the younger girl’s head.
“It’s okay. Now, my brother will come back to fix Hye-mi, so Harumu has to guard this place until then?”
“Huh!”
After stroking Harumu again, who responded energetically,
I offer just one word of comfort to Soo-hyeon, who has been bowing her head since before.
“I will kill you.”
“…Please kill them all.”
She nods, puts her coat back on, and walks down her hallway.
As you walk, you quickly come back to the motel lobby, where Noah and Isabelle are standing.
“…Did you figure it out?”
“Yes, it took me a while to find it under the name ‘Han Tae-jun’, but I’m sorry.”
“In this world, Han Tae-jun seems to be a woman, not a man. ‘Han Tae-hee’, that’s her name.
“We have completed the investigation into Han Tae-hee’s hideouts spread throughout Seoul, as well as hired personnel and accomplices.”
“You two did a great job, and Isabelle would like you to take charge of dealing with the accomplices and miscreants.
“Would you rather not kill him completely, but just beat him to the brink of death and then gather him in one place and tie him up?”
“I get it.”
“Thank you.”
After exchanging a brief conversation, she leaves the motel.
I go to meet Han Tae-hee.
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