Danmokchang opened his parched eyes. The pain in his body was now so familiar that it had reached a point where he could no longer feel it.
“Another failure.”
The magic to imprison a spirit in his body.
A thing that had been done to him since a time so young he could not remember, and the pain he had endured.
Danmokbi had been trapped in an outbuilding and thought such treatments were natural, as much as Danmokchang himself did not know what was happening to him. He merely thought it was for his sake since it was told to be so.
“But is this really for me? It’s so torturous and painful?”
Despite lying like a doll with its thread cut, no one in the family looks back at him. They just rant about why he failed for some serious reason.
“Is this normal?”
A faint doubt bubbled up like foam, then fizzled out again. If he couldn’t even believe that, his pain had no value.
“Father said I’m special. He said I must endure this pain for a better future.”
Danmokchang closed his eyes. Even his tears were dry, and nothing flowed.
Danmokchang kept repeating to himself.
“Father loves me. I’m special. This pain will be temporary……”
“Really?” the doubt vividly rose in his mind, then slipped away as if it had never been.
[This is the time separator]It’s been six months since I started taking care of Danmokbi.
Many things changed in six months, but the biggest change was Danmokbi’s height.
“No way, the power of genetics.”
Danmokbi, who was a little shorter and much thinner than me when we first met, grew rapidly, and now he’s a head taller.
Not gaining weight, but his face thinned as if losing baby fat, and muscles evenly attached to his whole body.
He grew from a child to a boy in just six months.
“My goodness, my goodness. All I’ve done is feed him well. How much did they starve the child?”
Watching the adorable and cute Danmokbi grow so fast, I was newly moved, my eyes moistened in admiration.
“Look at his sword practice. He was cute not long ago, but now he’s mature!”
Afraid that Danmokbi would feel embarrassed if I watched openly, I hid behind a nearby tree and secretly watched him train.
As I did, Baekho contemptuously clicked his tongue.
Such fuss over nothing. He can’t even cut a tree with that sword. What’s so mature about that?
Must you pour cold water when others are admiring him to tears! I grumbled at Baekho.
“He’s not an ordinary realm if he cuts a tree with a sword! What are you expecting from our sweetheart!”
Especially, the sword Danmokbi was holding was a wooden sword made from a tree branch. The notion that wood could cut wood required wrapping it with sword energy, but how could a child who had only been learning swordsmanship for six months use sword energy?
But Baekho thought differently. Baekho cleared his throat and answered.
Considering the amount of elixir he has eaten, he should be able to break the ground with his bare hands.
“Did he eat that much?”
Thinking back, I had certainly fed him more than average. But, but you know! Elixirs are not a panacea.
“Elixirs only increase internal energy, not martial arts. Young master is doing very well.”
I blushed and desperately defended Danmokbi. Then Baekho smirked and laughed.
It’s soft.
Ugh, faced with Baekho, it indeed felt like a creature that, although looking like a small cat on the outside, had lived much longer than I had.
I picked up Baekho, who still seemed to be in a bad mood, and stroked his nose bridge with my finger, asking,
“Baekho, why have you become so sensitive? Is it time to shed your fur again?”
I, such a being, do not shed fur.
Baekho’s reply was brave, though growling.
“……Then whose fur ball is that rolling around?”
It’s no use talking! How much fur has fallen out to make five round fur balls like that. At my pointing out, Baekho quickly turned its head and grumbled.
That was out of consideration for you, so you wouldn’t be disappointed.
Yeah, yeah. I’m not the master but the servant. Nodding my head with a contented smile, Baekho growled as if displeased, asking,
Stop the chatter and get on with your work. When are you going to practice your speech power?
“Even if you say practice…….”
The power I obtained as a writer, speech power.
Literally, the power of words.
When I helped Danmokbi to prevent Baekho’s seal, I realized that I had obtained the power of speech.
‘But I’ve tried several times since then, and there’s been no gain.’
How many times have I yelled ‘Cook!’ at a perfectly good fish placed on top of a fish dish? But the fish still floundered, and all that was left was my shame.
‘Baekho doesn’t seem to know how to practice either.’
So it nags at me whenever we meet. Instead of answering about speech power, I picked up Baekho and moved elsewhere, saying,
“I’ll comb your fur.”
It seemed like any more mumbling behind Danmokbi would disturb him. I sat down in a sunny spot, holding Baekho.
And I swept Baekho’s white fur with a special comb made of several silk threads.
Though pleased and growling, Baekho still grumbled.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
