This boy seemed like he could help her with her revenge. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for help, and Danmokbi asked in a fat tone,

“Why should I trust you?”

Doesn’t this boy know that there’s no bad person who talks like this? Namgungryeo lifted her head sharply, her eyes twinkling, and replied,

“People who give food are all good.”

“That’s true.”

At Namgungryeo’s words, Danmokbi laughed for the first time.

After that, Danmokbi killed the warrior who had been abusing Namgungryeo in Shinshan. Then he dug up the wild ginseng growing around where Namgungryeo was staying.

“Eat this. You need to build strength for revenge.”

“Ew! It’s bitter! It doesn’t taste good.”

“Eat it anyway. You said you’d do whatever I command, didn’t you?”

She couldn’t refuse. Namgungryeo closed her eyes tightly and chewed on the bitter wild ginseng for years. It seemed precious, and she grew stronger as energy coursed through her body.

When she was strong enough to help Danmokbi, he asked her,

“I’m looking for someone. If you help me with that, I’ll help you with your revenge.”

“Can I help?”

“You can. She’s a girl your age.”

She thought he was looking for an old woman, like her mother’s age, but unexpectedly, she was a girl her age.

“Her name is Iyeon. She carries a white cat and cooks very well. What I want from you is to find her and become her friend.”

At his description, Namgungryeo made a disgusted face. From her name to her cat, there was nothing unfeminine about her.

‘I don’t seem to get along with a quiet and obedient lady like that. Can we be friends if we don’t match?’

Above all, she wondered why they had to be friends. Namgungryeo rested her chin and asked,

“Won’t you just bring her to Danmoksega when you meet again? If she’s an ordinary girl, there’s no reason you can’t bring her.”

If he meets her, he could take her to Sega and live happily, so why bother with a friend?

But the returning answer was utterly awkward.

“I’m content with just her, but she will surely be lonely.”

“Wow, that answer really doesn’t suit you. Were you such a thoughtful person? Weren’t you always just trampling on people without regard?”

Perhaps the brutal revenge in Shinshan was too memorable. Even now, freed, when she thought of Danmokbi, that was the only image that came to mind.

‘Crushing a powerless person is nothing compared to killing those people, right?’
Listening to the story, it seemed that the other party was also fond of Danmokbi, and Danmokbi was thinking of her sorrowfully.

Thinking that there wouldn’t be any problems, Namgung Rye nodded her head, and Danmokbi spoke with a frown.

“She doesn’t know that I’m a bad person.”

“What? It’s hidden?”

“She hopes that I’m a very kind and compassionate person.”

“So you’re acting? Is that possible?”

Namgung Rye’s mouth gaped open as she looked at Danmokbi. Danmokbi nodded his head with a stubborn expression.

“If that’s what she wants, I’ll act anything out.”

“…….”

Facing Danmokbi, who was so firm, Namgung Rye naturally became curious.

‘Who on earth is she?’

A man who doesn’t give his side to others, who on earth is she that he cherishes her wholeheartedly?

‘I think I’ll have to go and check it out myself.’

After that, Namgung Rye’s journey to find her continued smoothly. Until the wedding ceremony of Jegal Jiho a while ago.

(This is a time separator.)

When I came to Anhwi Sung, I mostly looked around for food. The central plains were so vast that each city had different preferences in cooking methods and spices.

‘Oh, there’s tofu. It’s not the puddinglike tofu I like, but it looks plain and crumbly.’

I later found out that Anhwi Sung was the first place to make tofu. Clear soup with tofu skewers, onions, and cilantro was easily available on the street.

‘If I sprinkle chili powder generously, it seems like it would be a proper hangover soup.’

As I was eating and thinking about various new recipes, my grandfather looked at me with sad eyes and patted my back.

“You haven’t been allowed in the kitchen for several years, yet you’re still like a kitchen maid.”

“Oh my. Why am I a kitchen maid?”

Why would cooking delicious food for the people I like when I’m bored be called being a kitchen maid?

Hearing grandfather’s words, Namgung Rye spoke, blinking her rabbitlike eyes in surprise.

“Ah, Jegal Sojeo is banned from the kitchen? Last time you made something delicious so naturally… Gulp.”

“Hahahaha, what are you talking about?”

This person has a pretty face, and her body is strong now, but she’s lost her tact!

‘In the original, she was very sharp, realizing that her frail body was only a nuisance to Danmokbi and discreetly disappearing.’

And chasing after her, embracing her, and confessing his ardent love was the highlight of the work.

‘What is it? You’re like my child, but you don’t feel like my child, my child.’

The current Namgung Rye was unfamiliar no matter how I looked at her.

Namgung Rye brushed off my palm and asked.

“But did you suffer quite a bit when you were young?”