The dry saliva just went away.
My fingertips, which had been chilled by tension, were almost numb from shaking. I've already given up on calming the pounding heart.
All he wanted was for his voice not to tremble too much when he opened his mouth.
The collector looked up slowly and very slowly at the bishop's feet.
I could see the bishop's feet and old chair legs.
The bishops were a humble chair to sit on.
The reverent feeling that he didn't know Heavenly Demon and that he didn't dare to enjoy his comfort has grown. What that chair usually conveys to him was firm faith and faith.
But now fear comes bigger than faith. Who can understand the feelings of those who have to report failure to those who are so harsh to themselves?
"No, there's a problem."
The bishop's feet moved slightly.
Despite the subtle reaction, the Butler immediately nodded as if he had burned himself.
"That's... that's what I'
At first glance, it sounds calm, but the voice weighed down and heard endlessly. The Consul posted the report as calmly as possible.
"The ice has collapsed.”
I didn't hear any answer.
Nevertheless, the Consul continued to report immediately.
"Those who followed the former palace rallied their power and went into the bingol. The head of Solchon Sang was cut off, and the elder of the ice palace, who was ousted in the past, took control of the ice palace with Solso Baek, the son of a former palace owner. It happened just yesterday."
The butler who finished the report swallowed a dry saliva.
There was no response again this time.
Even a simple response was not received. The heavy silence weighed down the butler's back.
After a long wait, a low voice leaked out.
"What happened to the ice?"
The butler lifted his head reflexively. However, the moment he faced the bishop's indifferent eyes, he quickly returned to his place.
The butler paused to hide his trembling voice.
"I've checked the iceberg mines, but they don't have any more ice in them. I think the man who stopped by the mine and released the people who were trapped there has swept away all the remaining ice."
After a short silence, a low voice was heard.
"Who was it?"
"…maybe they're from the middle ground."
"Yes, that……… that came into the North Sea the other day…"….”
The bishop's eyes sank dark and bleak.
"Dirty Midlands mains keep us in the way to the end."
A gentle sweep of the beard stuck in the butler's heart like rain.
But the reaction back was a little different from what he thought.
"It was a mistake to leave all this to Solchon Sang. If there's anything you really need to do, you should have done it yourself."
At the end of the remark, the bishop raised himself.
The embarrassed butler threw his head into the ground.
"I made this happen because you were incompetent. Give me one more chance! I'll be sure to retrieve the ice."
But the return was a cold response.
"I've been waiting for a hundred years. If I'm pointing my finger here even though it's about to go wrong, what shame would I have to recognize Heavenly Demon who has been resurrected? Lead the way!"
The Butler hit his head on the floor again.
"Think of yourself! Don't forget the 100 years of the world! If the bishop goes bad with this trifle, the church's aspirations will be ruined! I dare say. Don't forget why we came all the way here."The bishop clenched his teeth.
Chimmy's fingertips shivered slightly as if to suppress anger and anger.
"Lead the congregation and retrieve the ice boat. He who resists, tear off the heart and sprinkle blood on it to repay its sins."
"Do you accept orders? Heavenly Demon Adventure Manmaangbok!"
The Butler, who jumped to his feet, ran out.
The bishop, who was watching his back filled with determination, slowly sat in his chair. His brow, clutching his chest, was frowned upon.
The mere mention of the midfield caused a surge in anger.
The memory of the day, when he lost the sky of the church, lingered in his mind.
Not long after a former bishop died during the war and took over the bishop's post, he was too young. And what happened that day was too terrible for him as a child.
It's already been a hundred years, but he still couldn't get out of the sight of the day.
"The fear of an unbroken church will burn you."
There was madness in his eyes.
* * *
Chung-Myung looked at Solso Baek with glum eyes.
Then he grinned and opened his mouth.
"The chair will eat you."
Solso Back also faced him with a slightly awkward face.
The large chair where the palace owner sits was magnificent, decorated with white bear fur and colorful jewels. So Solso Baek sitting there looked even more awkward.
It's still too much for a Hongan boy to sit on.
I think I'm looking at his situation right now.’
Regardless of his will, he ended up sitting in the palace, which in fact would not be a good result for Solso Baek. At least in Chung-Myung's opinion.
Standing by Solso Baek, Yosa Hon looked at Chung-Myung with a look of great pleasure. The eyes were melted with tenderness and caution at the same time.
Yosa Hon, who previously called them benefactors, did not lose her courtesy, but now she remained unparalleled in a polite manner.
Hagi, why not?
Chung-Myung jumped into the enemy camp alone, slit Solchon Sang's throat and ended the war. Of course, those led by Yosa Hon did their part in the process, and the other disciples of Hwasan did their best, but without Chung-Myung, they would never have won with this sacrifice.
'No, you couldn't have won in the first place.’
When the bingos didn't respond to him, it was like winning or losing already. But that young warrior in the midfield turned the result upside down alone.
It was worth respecting as an unmanned person, and it was inevitable to respect as a bingo road.
Yosa Hon spoke with full respect and respect for Chung-Myung.
"So, how are you feeling?"
"Do I look all right? Do you have bad eyesight?"
Yosa Hon's respect has been undermined a little.
"……You must have a lot of injuries."
"The elder looks fine."
Yosa Hon's respect has been undermined a little.
"No, no, no. A man from far away fights under the knife, but what happened to all the men who ran into him to get their homes back? Oh, my God. Can you stand there with a sore bone?"
Yosa Hon's face turned red.I didn't mean to be envious, but as a result, I couldn't refute that. Anyway, Yosa Hon is fine without any injuries.
I had a shameful thought of pushing in a bruise from the tension, but if I opened my mouth half-heartedly, I wouldn't be able to find my money, so I quietly covered it up.
Chung-Myung shouted and distorted his face as if he hadn't finished what he had to say.
"People, you have to have a conscience! If you were injured while fighting for him, where would you let him take care of himself? Nothing else? Treatment?
No, that's what you're gonna do.….
I had as much to say. But Yosa Hon couldn't bring up anything. Because he also has a sense of shame.
"If you don't think you can heal me, you should at least give me a little twist! That's how people live! Well, the North Sea isn't this bad, it's...….”
As the grumbling continued throughout, Solso Baek opened his mouth with a slightly tired face. Hanyi Myeong quickly corrected the words of the young princess.
"You must call me General Han, my lord."
"Yes, Mr. Han. Do you happen to have any young women left in the Bingo?"
"……There is one thing I have recovered from Solchon Sang's place."
"Bba, give me one quickly."
"I'll have my men bring it in."
Chung-Myung smiled with a full cat-like comfortable face.
"No, well, I didn't mean to ask you to take care of it, but I was just saying...…I'm a little embarrassed to see you like this way.
Yosa Hon's eyes cramped up.
Just saying it?
If you don't give me the last straw, they're going to come running with a knife.
But before he could say anything, Hwasan's disciples beat him first.
"Wow, look at our Chung-Myung. He's smart, too."
"Sure, sure. You have to get what you want. I'm not feeling well.”
Baek Cheon looked back at them with a bewildering face. But they raised their chin with a rather brazen face.
Back in the head, Baek Cheon turned his head weakly again.
It's all gone.
Whether or not he knew Baek Cheon's ecstasy, Chung-Myung only looked at Solso Baek in a nonchalant manner.
"What do you think?"
The young princess seemed a little embarrassed by the sudden question.
"How do you feel sitting there?"
After Chung-Myung told me once again, Solso Baek nodded quickly and swallowed his dry saliva.
"I don't know yet. I've had a lot of trouble."
"Yeah, I guess so.”
But trying to say something more, he soon shook his head.
"Well, that's enough. So……."
Then he turned to Yosa Hon, who stood by.
"When are you leaving?”
"Departure? What do you mean?"
"I don't think you're asking because you don't know?"
When Chung-Myung questioned him with his eyes, Yosa Hon hesitated a little, but only then he pretended to understand.
"Oh, that's what you mean."
Chung-Myung's voice sounded gloomy.
"I don't think we have time to dilly-dally, shouldn't we get started?”
"Well, that'sir. But……."
There was a hint of embarrassment on Yosa Hon's face.
"Hey, seal. I don't know if you know, but Mahkyo isn't such a pushover.""I know."
I know very well. It's a matter of knowing too well.
"And we've spent all our energy fighting the war. It's never easy to face an opponent who can't win at all."
"I know that."
In response to short Chung-Myung, Yosa Hon slipped off with an awkward face.
"That's why...… Why don't you go back to the middle ground and lead the reinforcements while we're holding on? Then can't we get rid of those demon enemies more clearly?"
Chung-Myung, who was still looking at Yosa Hon's face, grinned. Then he turned to Solso Baek.
"Did you hear that?"
"This is the people around you right now."
His voice cooled down a little.
"The North Sea suffered not because of Solchon Sang. Because I lived like this. Keep that in mind."
A chill began to swirl in the palace room as if everything would be frozen at any moment.