Chaotic Nights — Chapter 186. It’s Not Too Late

Translator: Atlas

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“Did Eunha realize that I couldn’t see?”

“Most likely, yes.”

“What was her reaction?”

“She looked a little surprised. But she’s not a woman who shows her emotions.”

“I think she’s an unpredictable woman. She may complain or act silly. Her face turns red whenever she feels embarrassed.”

Jihak looked straight ahead with a smile. When their gazes met, Yuljae turned his head. He was making an effort to control his emotions.

“When I’m entirely blind, I’ll no longer see that expression.”

“Don’t say that. You must get married and look at your baby’s face. I’ll do whatever it takes to safeguard My Lord’s vision…”

Jihak interrupted Yuljae’s words with a laugh.

“No. I’m certain our baby’s face will be a blend of the two of us. However, I fear that when Eunha cries, I won’t be able to see her.”

He was just afraid that he would never see her face again.

No one had ever evoked this feeling in him.

Despair washed over him as he pressed his eyelids with his hands.

“Did you recommend I seek treatment from Western doctors?”

Yuljae’s eyes sparkled.

“I hope it’s not too late…”

“It’s not too late. I’m sure they’ll find a way.”

Jihak stood up with a chuckle.

The Shadow, who had entered, reported,

“They took action. It appears they purchased Oleander from southern merchants.”

The Oleander was a plant that grew in the South. When its leaves were boiled, they became poisonous. When its dried leaves are burned, it becomes poisonous smoke. But few people knew that Oleander grew in the South.

After he got out of the bathtub, Jihak draped a robe over his damp body.

“They are not stupid.”

Yuljae, who could not hide his anger, got out of the bathtub. After donning the black robe, he picked up his sword. He wiped the wetness on his chin with his hand.

“There’s no reason not to kill them.”

He blew a cool breeze that refreshed his body.

Two days to seven days. His steps to his room were firm.

A bell rang out from an unknown hermitage high in the mountain.

***

“I just have to deliver this letter to the Western doctors there.”

Sir Song reached into his pocket while the man eyed him suspiciously. Anxious patients filled the front yard, waiting for their turn.

“The doctors don’t know this language. Give me the letter, I’ll interpret it.”

“You don’t have to do that. This letter is written in Western language.”

“…You speak Western language?”

The man was surprised. Sir Song shook his head.

“I didn’t write this letter. The person who did it speaks the Western language fluently.”

“However, I need to review it before handing it over to him.”

“Alright.”

There were so many workers here that Sir Song couldn’t count them. Sir Song looked at the five or so Western doctors, then held out the letter in his hand to the man.

The man’s expression shifted as he read Eunha’s letter.