Chapter 381 – My Baby
Just before his fist touched the tip of Seo-joon’s nose-, he stood tall.
A fist is seen in the face. It trembled as it was tightly wrapped around it.
The protrusion on the fist bone touched the tip of Seo-joon’s nose-, the small hair that stood up.
“…”
The guy had nothing to say.
However, those low, sunken black eyes revealed their true intentions.
It seemed like he wanted to tear Seo-jun to pieces right away.
From the fact that Seo-joon uttered such words at the beginning of a new store, there were many intentions to ridicule him.
More than anything, what makes him anxious is that there was no guarantee that Seo-joon’s words were just bluffing.
New point, tarot, coronary, sajupalja…
In the end, most of these things were just huge lies wrapped in plausible words and sentences.
However, cockroaches tended to be overconfident in this superstition and-.
So, the possibility that Seo-jun’s words could truly become a ‘prophecy’ was what stimulated the cockroach’s will to live.
In the end though – the cockroach’s fist stopped.
What mattered was that.
In the end, neither killed Seo-jun nor reciprocated his cheeky words.
Again, it was because of Andalote.
“Hmm-. You don’t have an answer. I didn’t expect you to be so shocked, but… It’s just a joke. A joke. Ughhh…”
Seojun laughs.
Even in front of his terrifying fists and terrifyingly seething mana- he just laughed.
The atmosphere turned.
As much as one side became heavy, the other side showed a light appearance.
Cockroaches had enough reason to kill Seo-jun, but there was a bigger reason not to kill him.
Seo-joon knew that, and he realized that Seo-joon noticed it too.
The good or bad of the relationship ended there.
No matter how vulgar things Seo-joon did in front of him, no matter how insulting words he uttered-.
As long as the cockroach’s heart turned to Andalote, the situation could not be reversed.
Seo-joon hit the cockroach’s fist with the tip of his index finger and lowered it, then got up and walked around his son-in-law. His scabbard clenched and his boots slapped against the low water surface.
He grinned and muttered.
“I apologize if I have been a little rude. But – what you wrote in the letter is true. I have a way. We may soon prove that.”
“…”
The cockroach didn’t answer.
The eyes looking at Seo-joon were full of selfishness and distrust.
Shrugging his shoulders, Seo-joon went and squatted down in front of the drooling demon dog.
Since his eye level is right, the demon dog growls, exposing its yellow fangs.
Seo-joon put his finger on the nose of the bastard who was looking at it rebelliously, and it was just right-! Blown out loud
Break-!
When he let out a sound of pain, all over the place gurrung kkongkong-! He started barking and barking.
However, when Seo-jun glanced at the cockroach—it clenched his chin and shook his head.
“Stop!”
When the salesman screamed, the son-in-law became quiet again.
Seo-joon smiled contentedly and murmured.
“I also believe that you and Andalote are a match made in heaven. What- believe me or not. Isn’t there any other way other than me?”
He’s already done everything to the stars to try and eat Andalote.
He’s attempted kidnapping, and he’s tried drugging her teacup. He even bribed and seduced her subordinates who followed her.
But all to no avail.
It was Andalote, who served as the intelligence minister in the side gate.
The saying that a wooden man’s ears are everywhere, and a wooden man’s eyes do not discriminate between day and night has been used since ancient times.
The cockroach’s witchcraft always failed before he could stretch out his hand properly.
Andalote really knew nothing.
Even when Seo-joon turned to her—she was aware that he was using her unknown powers to make her rapidly grow stronger.
What Seo-joon ate for breakfast, how much alcohol he drank in the evening – how many other women he touched, how many cheap kids he had in the meantime – Andalote knew everything.
In truth, even Seo-jun did not know if she had heard of her from the leaves on the side of the road, or from the field mice crawling around the dark corners.
Even after becoming her second-in-command, I still couldn’t find out everything about her.
Strangely, however, she knew almost everything about Seo-joon.
That was the problem.
The problem was that she knew ‘almost’ everything, but not everything.
She did not know that the beings who provide her Seo-jun with some kind of power are transcendent creators – and that they are on a mission to bring her down.
She was unaware that he was using her Seo-jun to corrupt her—and to destroy her.
Seojun accepted the mission.
Early in the morning on a rainy day, Seo-joon mixed a colorless, odorless, high-grade stimulant into the teacup he brought every day.
So she lost her wit-, and became a bitch to Seo-jun and became a bitch who fawned over him.
“Hani, I need some help. There must be a small slash-and-burn village somewhere in the swamps around here. Find a young man named ‘Shane’ who lives there.”
“Shane-?”
However, this time I decided to try a slightly different method.
The little bit of information Seo-joon knew would be helpful for that plan.
Andalote had one child.
She has been looking for her for ten years, but she has not been able to find it.
Seo-jun also had no idea what he looked like or what kind of life he was living.
I’ve only heard that she found the whereabouts of her son, just before she corrupted Andalote with her drugs.
That was the slash-and-burn village in this area.
Seo-joon thought to visit the man.
So this time, the man was going to try to become Andalote’s son.
How she was going to treat her lost son- Seo-joon was very curious about that.
Also, how will the son react when he tries to violate his mother-.
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Andalote was originally a sex slave.
Sunsan was burned by the military boots of the empire – after the sacred tree collapsed and the forest was all turned to ashes, most of the wooden people died and the rest became slaves of sin.
Those who barely survived scattered and formed a resistance group, but their forces were very limited.
Andalote was the one who was taken as a slave.
She was captured by slave hunters, her mana binds filled- and sold to the slave market.
The price started at 1,000 gold coins.
She was exceptionally beautiful among wooden people and had a noble status.
Naked and clothed in sheer silk, she became a commodity and stood before the people of the empire.
2,000 gold coins-, 3,000 gold coins…
Each time a signpost was raised, her price increased at an alarming rate.
The person who finally bought her was one of the Seven Dukes of her Empire—Golden Prince Huang Jin, the richest person in the Empire.
It was the moment when the suzerain of magic that dominated an era became a slave to the human race that had been considered uncivilized.
Andalote was nominally a sex slave, but it was more of a showpiece.
However, the reality came to her as an even greater humiliation for her.
She had to wear pretty clothes every day, like a well-wrapped snack bag, and show off her naked body at every dinner party.
In the language of wooden people, they sang sadly the songs of wooden people, invigorating their taste for alcohol.
In front of the Imperial subjects who killed her own father, trampled her mother, and threw her younger siblings to shreds to the hounds, she swayed her body close to a beautiful sculpture, recited a tune, and performed a graceful dance.
So she had to be applauded—and ridiculed.
Every day. Without missing a day.
Returning to her room at night after the dinner party, she finds herself soaked in her last lethargy.
When she closed her eyes, she saw burning torches.
After the tree person dies, the bushes on her head grow and become a large tree.
The forest was her grandmother and grandfather, her ancestors, and the history of woodmen.
Under the military boots of the empire – Mok-in’s history was burned, and her life was also ruined.
It was a series of days with no hope in sight.
Twice a day, morning and evening, the maids came to her luxurious room and served her meals.
It was all meat.
Knowing that wooden people don’t eat meat, they served lamb, pork, chicken grilled and steamed, and soup.
No matter how many times she said it, it was no use.
She nodded in agreement, and the next day, as if she had never heard of such a thing, a meat meal was served.
Whether it was an order from the prestigious Imperial Chil-Gold Ball, or just a prank by her chef and her maids, she herself did not know.
At first she was the one who couldn’t eat at all – but she started to eat with her strength, swallowing her vomit.
Even as she chewed and swallowed her meat, which she had never put in her mouth in her entire life – what held and sustained her spirit from collapsing in her sorrow and pain – she burned and boiled her insides. Because of the revenge of
Day by day she yearned for her bitter revenge on the soldiers of her empire who had killed her family, her slave hunters who had captured her, and her golden balls who had done her disgrace.
I clenched my fists until the blood flowed- I tried to sleep on the cold, hard floor instead of bedding, repeating their names over and over again.
Opportunities always come to those who wait.
That opportunity came relatively early.
Her rope that saved her was—surprisingly, one of the children of the Golden Ball.
A drunken idiot with a high libido was about to commit Andalote.
Andalote-, gladly spread her legs.
In the process, Andalote lost her virginity, but was able to free her mana binding spheres that restrained her limbs.
She killed him on the way and succeeded in escaping the capital.
For killing the duke’s son, she became an Imperial wanted—and the largest bounty in history was placed on her head.
That was the first crime of Andalote, who was her rarest villain and later called the flower of evil.
However, there were people who approached her before her bounty hunters or the empire’s killing squad-, they were her side gates.
However, the side gate at the time was not very tall, and to make matters worse, he even had a child.
Unfortunately, it was a human child. The Golden Ball’s bastard – she had suddenly become pregnant during her relationship with him.
Andalote, she had to live on the hunt for years.
As much as she was once called a suzerain of magic—she was a master sorcerer, she was a mess, or else she would have been captured by a bounty hunter and had her limbs cut off.
She barely escapes and fights to keep her alive over and over again. Little by little she grew her own power.
But she lost her child in the process.
She always hated the child, who was the evidence of her violence, the very wound she suffered, but when she remembered him, the voice that leaked through her teeth was always sad and sorrowful.
Seo-joon used to listen to Andalote’s hair – caressing and tidying up the green leaves – such stories.
She swears that one day she will find her child and kill it with her own hands—that trembling voice is still vivid in my memory.
Indeed, when she faces the child – what kind of expression will Andalote have?
That was Seojun, who was very curious about it.
“That way, sir.”
The old coachman pointed to the village at the bottom of the hill.
Seo-joon dropped a fairy tale on the coachman’s wrinkled palm and sucked in his breath.
The smell of ashes tickled his nostrils.
It was a slash-and-burn village.
