I Thought the Youngest Daughter of the Sichuan Tang Family Was Hated - Chapter 62

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“Aaaahhh!”
“Kugh!”
There was no way to describe the scene unfolding before my eyes.
“P-please… spare us….”
“I-I beg you… have mercy….”
Dang Mu-seon’s eyes had rolled back into his head.
“…Keep covering your eyes.”
Dang Mu-seon spoke in a low voice to Dang Dam, who was shielding my vision with his sleeve.
The metallic stench assaulted my nostrils. Dust swirled around my ankles.
“….”
At some point, the groans of the Jeom Mun Sect Members ceased.
Instead, only Dang Mu-seon’s monotone voice resonated in my ears.
“You will never be able to use your strength again, no matter how you wish.”
“…Ugh.”
“No matter how wronged you feel, you will never be able to tell anyone.”
For a moment, I caught a glimpse of Dang Mu-seon’s crimson tongue.
“Go ahead and try to live. With power far more pathetic than the criminals you once looked down upon.”
“Ugh… uuuaahhh.”
They dragged their mangled bodies and fled in panic.
“…Phew.”
He exhaled deeply and brushed off his hands. Rubbing his stiff shoulders, he walked toward me.
When Dang Dam lowered his sleeve, Dang Mu-seon came into view.
Blood smeared across his face left his cheekbones and cheeks flushed crimson.
“Are you satisfied now?”
I blinked at his question.
‘It was brutal, but it was a necessary measure.’
Otherwise, those Jeom Mun bastards would surely return and retaliate against the village.
In truth, considering how Dang Mu-seon had looked at the one who tried to strike me, sparing their lives was probably the maximum mercy he could afford.
“Thank you….”
“Sob! Thank you, thank you so much!”
The villagers beat me to it.
With their bonds barely loosened, they bowed repeatedly toward Dang Mu-seon.
“How can we ever repay such kindness….”
To those bowing their heads, Dang Mu-seon spoke calmly.
“You need not thank me. Had this child not pestered me, I would not have intervened at all.”
He patted my head and then instructed Dang Dam.
“Finish up here and return to the carriage. I need some fresh air.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dang Mu-seon withdrew the long pipe from his waistband and turned to leave.
Dang Dam and I freed the villagers from their bonds and learned more detailed accounts of what had transpired.
An unfamiliar young boy—in other words, the thief in hiding—had tried to kill the children first.
And the thief truly couldn’t be found anywhere.
“I see….”
I had been wondering if that thief might actually be Jin Hwa.
Because one of the rumors about him was that he’d been stealing treasures from various places since childhood.
I thought I might meet him, but that never happened.
“Mom, sob! Mom….”
“My dear. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you? Right?”
In the distance, the young boy was embracing his mother and weeping.
Both were crying, yet they seemed overjoyed to be reunited.
“Thank goodness we found each other.”
I felt oddly satisfied, even though I hadn’t done anything.
We returned to the carriage immediately.
We firmly refused any reward, since we hadn’t really done much of anything.
And I wanted to get home quickly.
What would have happened if we hadn’t passed through that road?
The thought made me dizzy.
“Well, well. You looked ready to throw a grand celebration, but you’re sending them off empty-handed?”
Dang Mu-seon spoke with bewilderment as he watched us arrive at the carriage.
“Ah, Grandfather. What’s the fun in celebrating without you?”
I answered playfully and climbed into the carriage.
“You rascal. Always joking around.”
Dang Mu-seon turned to look at me and let out a hollow laugh.
“Giddyup.”
I gazed quietly at him as he naturally took a seat beside me.
I recalled how he had changed the moment I raised my hand to him.
‘…My grandfather who protects me.’
Frightening, yet magnificent. Exactly what I’d always wanted to have….
I slowly walked over and embraced his waist as I spoke.
“Thank you, Grandfather.”
“You rascal. Do that more often in everyday life. More often.”
Dang Mu-seon chided me while gently patting my back.
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“Ugh….”
A small butcher shop at the village’s edge.
From behind it, amidst the piled bones and entrails of beasts, a stifled groan escaped.
A hand clawed its way out into empty air, and soon a young boy hauled himself upright.
“Haah, ugh!”
Cold sweat dripping down my face, I tore away the cloth wound around my entire face and arms with brutal haste.
Then I wrapped cloth around my abdomen, biting my lip.
“Ugh, cough!”
The bleeding wouldn’t stop. Had a hole been torn through my belly?
‘What happened?’
I’d awakened in the trash heap again. My memories before that were hazy.
Grasping at my scattering consciousness, I looked down at my arms, their sensation still numb.
Criminal tattoos carved seamlessly across my young skin.
‘…It’s not a dream.’
For a moment, I’d hoped it might be.
Everything that had happened to me.
But it wasn’t.
I’d lost my home, and because of these tattoos, I couldn’t settle anywhere—only wandering.
At a martial arts dojo where I’d briefly sought shelter, I was beaten without cause.
I barely escaped before the tattoos were discovered.
Of course, I didn’t leave empty-handed.
Out of spite, I stole their secret manuals and elixirs—everything.
I’d hidden here to escape those chasing after me….
“….”
As the final memory surfaced, my lips twisted.
“So they’re saying it doesn’t matter if everyone dies?”
I never imagined those bastards would actually slaughter every villager just to catch one thief.
All for one thief.
“Damn… damn it!”
I’d been unconscious and could do nothing.
I scrambled to my feet.
If they weren’t already dead, I would turn myself in.
Guilt strangled my heart.
“I should have anticipated this…!”
How careless—I’d already lost everything once to such vermin, yet I’d let my guard down.
Hatred blazed in my eyes, burning red.
I despised this world where insects like them preached justice.
It had to be corrected.
Because among those with power, not a single one was truly just.
Not a single one….
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“How can we ever repay such kindness….”
The voices of the villagers reached my ears.
They were still alive.
And perfectly unharmed at that.
“I truly thought we were going to die… *sob*!”
“You are our savior.”
Someone had rescued them.
But who on earth?
The Young Boy walked out of the Butcher Shop as if entranced.
There had never been anyone before.
A powerful person who performed acts of kindness.
From far away, hidden behind a tree, the Young Boy watched them.
I could see a man bowing to receive the villagers’ gratitude.
Tall and lean.
He received their thanks with an indifferent expression, barely acknowledging them.
Then he gently stroked a young girl’s head and spoke.
“There’s no need to thank me. If this child hadn’t pestered me, I wouldn’t have stepped in at all.”
The Young Boy’s gaze naturally shifted toward that girl.
And then it became completely fixed.
A girl about the Young Boy’s age.
Delicately raised, shining even whiter beneath the sunlight.
The girl was etched into the Young Boy’s eyes as he hid in the shadows.
Infinitely vivid and clear.
“….”
Until they disappeared, the Young Boy stood there in silence.
Then he slowly moved his feet.
Following the girl’s footprints.
Following the carriage wheel tracks.
“Hmm.”
Dang Mu-seon, who had been rolling a walnut in his palm, suddenly turned around.
“Huh?”
Hee-yeon also turned to look behind him.
But all that was visible was the inner wall of the carriage.
“What is it, Grandfather?”
Hee-yeon tilted her head and asked.
Dang Mu-seon, who had been staring intently at the wall with narrowed eyes, soon turned his head back.
“It’s nothing. Nothing at all.”
“How boring.”
“Just assume your old grandfather’s mind is going.”
Dang Mu-seon closed his eyes gently as he gave a vague response.
He considered driving away the rat that was trailing behind him, but decided against it.
Left alone, it would die on its own anyway.
But if, by some stroke of fortune or sheer stubborn will, it managed to survive….
Dang Mu-seon thought of Hee-yeon today.
‘The small one has too much kindness.’
No matter how much he taught her, Hee-yeon’s gentle nature would never change.
As a direct descendant of the Dang Family, as a member of the Murim, that kindness would surely become her undoing one day.
Then perhaps it was wise to cultivate her sense of responsibility for her actions early on.
Dang Mu-seon gazed down at the oblivious Hee-yeon and reflected.
If she ventured out without understanding the consequences….
‘You should learn that such burdens can follow in your wake, girl.’

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