I Will Become a Phoenix More Noble Than the Emperor - Chapter 55

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55.

 

 

 

 

Cheong-eum’s gaze wavered in bewilderment as he read through every character. Cheong-eum was a High Priest, and Yin Power flowed through his veins, allowing him to detect Divine Power.

 

Just like the energy emanating from the old paper that Seon-o was currently holding.

 

“….”

 

A faint sigh escaped from Cheong-eum’s lips as he realized that what Seon-o was holding was an ancient Divine Oracle.

 

But this was a Divine Oracle he had never seen or heard of before.

 

“Where did you obtain this?”

 

Gaining confidence that this prophecy was real from Cheong-eum’s sharp reaction, Seon-o folded the paper without hesitation and put it back in her bosom.

 

“That’s none of your business. Give me your hand.”

“…Do you think you’re the person described in the prophecy?”

 

A somewhat incredulous gaze turned toward Seon-o.

 

‘Yeah, that’s right. You shouldn’t believe it.’

 

Since this was exactly the reaction she had expected, Seon-o grabbed Cheong-eum’s hand without permission instead of answering.

 

Her rough touch carried the resentment she felt toward Cheong-eum for nearly ruining her plans at Myo-myo Lake.

 

“….”

 

True to the grudge contained in that touch, Cheong-eum, who had committed wrongdoing, couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand away and looked at Seon-o.

 

This time, Seon-o took out a short blade from her pocket.

 

Since she was gripping Cheong-eum’s hand tightly with one hand, Seon-o, who was short on hands, used her mouth to remove the sword sheath and threw it aside.

 

As she immediately drew the sharp blade across the back of Cheong-eum’s hand, Cheong-eum frowned in pain. Soon, bewilderment bloomed on his face.

 

‘What is this….’

 

Regardless of Cheong-eum’s will, blood trickled down over the back of his hand.

 

Seon-o roughly shoved the uncapped short blade into her pocket and took something out from the opposite pocket. Cheong-eum stiffened like someone who didn’t know how to shake off a hand and watched this bizarre behavior. What Seon-o held in her hand was a small medicine bottle.

 

Just as he was thinking she might apply some medicine after stabbing him, Seon-o again used her mouth to open the cap.

 

As soon as the cap opened, a pungent aroma wafted out, making his nose tingle, and Cheong-eum’s eyes trembled slightly.

 

What was inside the bottle seemed to be finely ground garlic.

 

‘Garlic…?’

 

Cheong-eum looked at her in confusion, unable to guess what Seon-o was doing.

 

When Seon-o suddenly lowered her head and brought the bottle up to her own eyes, Cheong-eum’s brow twitched and narrowed.

 

Soon Seon-o’s nose stung and sharp tears began to leak out.

 

“Ah. Damn….”

 

Even while cursing at the spiciness that made her head ring for a moment, Seon-o endured without closing her eyes.

 

When a satisfactory amount of tears had gathered, Seon-o quickly pulled Cheong-eum’s hand toward her and let her tears drop onto the torn back of Cheong-eum’s hand.

 

These were utterly incomprehensible and bizarre actions.

 

Cheong-eum held his breath and stared at the back of his own hand.

 

“….”

 

As the hot tears soaked into the torn flesh, stinging pain pierced through while simultaneously his heart began to beat low.

 

He couldn’t pull out the hand that was firmly gripped by Seon-o with his own strength.

 

After a moment, Cheong-eum’s breath froze as he witnessed an unbelievable sight.

 

The torn flesh contracted on its own and healed.

 

His pupils, narrowed in shock, slowly moved upward toward Seon-o.

 

Then he saw unwavering eyes that were looking directly at him with confidence, even while suffering from tears due to the lingering effects of garlic.

 

As if asking whether she still wasn’t the person in this prophecy.

 

“….”

 

Cheong-eum, who had lost his words, met Seon-o’s bloodshot red eyes.

 

He had heard of the ability to heal external wounds with tears.

 

It was the tears of a Phoenix.

 

However, that was merely folklore about legendary Phoenixes.

 

Even the Previous Generation Phoenixes didn’t possess such Healing Power.

 

Thump. Thump.

 

He could feel his heart, which had sunk low, pounding violently. Harboring pain that he couldn’t tell was hope or bewilderment.

 

Unlike Cheong-eum, Seon-o remained calm as he pulled the short blade from his pocket again.

 

It was the blade with Cheong-eum’s blood still stickily clinging to it, not yet dried.

 

“I should check the blood too.”

 

Seon-o spoke monotonously as he sliced across Cheong-eum’s hand again. The skin that had been perfectly healed by Seon-o’s tears split open again, and blood beaded up just like before.

 

After confirming this, Seon-o grabbed Cheong-eum’s hand and scratched his own arm deeply. As blood flowed from the deeply torn skin, it dripped onto Cheong-eum’s hand once again.

 

When Seon-o’s blood seeped into Cheong-eum’s wound and mixed together, Cheong-eum’s heart constricted painfully.

 

The two held their breath and waited for what would happen next, but this time the wound did not heal on its own.

 

“I guess this isn’t the method.”

 

His calm voice showed no disappointment, as if he had somewhat expected this outcome. Only then did Seon-o release Cheong-eum’s hand with a dismissive gesture, as if his business was finished.

 

As the hand that had been firmly grasped to prevent escape fell away emptily, Cheong-eum’s pounding heart also dropped with a thud. Feeling the full impact of the fall, Cheong-eum swallowed dry saliva.

 

Blood was flowing from the wound that hadn’t healed, but such things didn’t matter at all.

 

“While I’m away visiting the Land of Immortals, look into this Divine Oracle. There must be a severed Divine Oracle somewhere. It might even be inside the Great Temple.”

 

Cheong-eum’s eyes sharpened again at the clear command.

 

“Why should I do that?”

 

At this, Seon-o’s eyes also turned cold.

 

“I told you, didn’t I? If you can’t achieve Dragon Transformation, I won’t let it slide.”

“This has nothing to do with you, my lord. You are not yet a Phoenix.”

“Even if I’m not a Phoenix, I seem to be the person mentioned in the Divine Oracle.”

 

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the blood, Seon-o stared steadily at Cheong-eum. Blood was still flowing from Cheong-eum’s hand that had been cut for the second time, but Seon-o no longer paid it any attention.

 

“Isn’t that right?”

 

At that confident question, Cheong-eum could offer no response and simply stared at Seon-o. The pain felt from his torn hand seemed to be screaming that Seon-o’s words were correct.

 

Taking Cheong-eum’s silence as affirmation, Seon-o glanced at Cheong-eum once more before turning away.

 

“….”

 

Cheong-eum froze in place, watching Seon-o’s retreating figure.

 

Seon-o hadn’t come to threaten him by exploiting his weakness. Realizing this fact, Cheong-eum’s blood ran cold.

 

It was rather the opposite.

 

Seon-o had come to share the hope she had discovered with him.

 

In such a rough manner.

 

…with his blood, the dying dragons could be saved

 

Finally exhaling a shallow breath, his gaze slowly dropped toward his own hand where blood was dripping steadily.

 

There was no way to tell whether the blood pooling on the floor was his or Seon-o’s.

 

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“Ah, my eyes sting.”

 

Having left the Great Hall and boarded the Ghost Carriage, Seon-o placed a wet handkerchief over his stinging eyes and sniffled.

 

The only method he could think of to easily produce tears was garlic, so he had no choice but to take this route.

 

‘I couldn’t just hit my head like I did in front of Yoon-han.’

 

Since Seon-o naturally had no tears, there was no other way but this crude method.

 

‘Why is crying so difficult?’

 

With the handkerchief over his eyes and his head tilted, Seon-o recalled the past.

 

When he was expelled from school, when he was accepted to university.

 

And even when he held his family members’ funeral, Seon-o did not cry.

 

As if something was completely blocked in his chest and he didn’t know how to break through it.

 

As if not crying was the last fortress that could keep him from collapsing.

 

But thinking about it now….

 

‘Would it have been better if I had cried?’

 

Having such idle thoughts, Seon-o removed the handkerchief once his eyes had calmed down and looked out the window.

 

In the end, dropping blood on the wound wasn’t the right answer. Though he had expected this, he felt lost again.

 

My blood will save the dying dragons.

 

But how exactly?

 

“…Ugh, do I have to make them drink the blood?”

 

Seon-o’s brow furrowed involuntarily at the terrible dilemma.

 

That was a bit much.

 

There was no way Cheong-eum would obediently drink his blood. Those eyes full of wariness.

 

‘It’s not that I don’t understand though.’

 

His secret of being unable to achieve Dragon Transformation had been discovered, so his pride must have been wounded. He would be anxious because he couldn’t trust Seon-o. But since there was no other option, he would eventually cooperate.

 

‘If Cheong-eum finds the rest of the prophecy, we might be able to identify the target.’

 

Right now, there was absolutely no other method available, so he had no choice but to place his hopes on that.

 

After leaving the prophecy matter to Cheong-eum, Seon-o had something he needed to resolve.

 

Just then, as Seon-o’s ghost carriage stopped at the meeting place, someone climbed onto the carriage.

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