Chaotic Nights — Chapter 48. Joy (3)

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 1/7

“Breakfast is ready.”

Gari, who was standing at the door, asked. It was after the day Lee Cham’s tongue was cut out, she began to fear Jihak, whom she admired.

Last night something unpleasant was heard in the room, but no servant entered the room. They did not want to see blood.

Gari felt in danger because she had to call him for breakfast. If he’d had a bad night, he could cut her head off. Her life is worth less than an insect’s.

Is he still sleeping?

Better. Surely, he would eat breakfast after a good night’s sleep.

As he turned around, happy that Jihak was asleep, the closed paper door burst open. The door shook.

Gari fell to the floor in shock. Jihak walked out.

Jihak, carrying Eunha wrapped in his arms, headed for the bathroom.

It looked like Gari had seen a ghost.

She then crawled into the room.

The charcoal in the brazier had long since turned white. Books were lying on the floor, and some items on the shelf were broken.

When Gari saw the s3m3n on the mat, she covered her mouth.

“W…what did he do?”

Gari, who was red in the face, ran out of the room with the mat.

He turned to the cleaning person.

“I have to tell you something!”

“What is it? Has someone come?”

“Oh, it’s not that. This.”

“This?”

Yeom, who received the mat that Gari had brought, realized the situation.

“It looks like he’s been too busy. I’ve got too much work now.”

“Watch what you say!”

“What! I didn’t say anything wrong! She didn’t come here to read, but to devour!”

Gari shook her head with an anxious expression as she watched Yeom. It was because she still didn’t know how Jihak treated Eunha, so they couldn’t say such things.

“Where are the clothes you washed earlier?”

“Which clothes?”

“Eunha’s men’s clothes.”

“Huh? I threw them away because they were worn out. My God, what should I do?”

“Why do you throw away other people’s clothes?”

Unhappy with her shouting, Yeom left the place with the dirty mat.

Gari, who saw Yuljae, ran to him.

“…I have no clothes for Eunha. I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you want clothes?”

“Please.”

“Will this do?”

He pulled some coins out from his pocket. Gari’s eyes grew large. She turned away as if she was running away. She was afraid Yuljae would regret it.

Yuljae smiled helplessly. His limp arm was dripping blood. No one knew why his wound was hidden by the black uniform.

When he went to the armory, he wiped his blood-soaked sword. Then, after he took off his clothes, he also wiped the blood off his body with a towel soaked in water.

They began to move. Those who hid last night were professional killers. They should not let their guard down.

He pressed with a dry cloth the superficial cut. Then he looked at the window.

He wondered when this winter would end.