The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

The same day, at Hwa Gyeom’s Residence.
The sprawling estate of the Imperial Palace’s true power broker held a dozen rooms that stood empty and hollow, as if they had never known purpose.
In the dead of night, when every servant who might have testified to the master’s importance lay sleeping, whispered voices drifted from the inner quarters where he kept his vigil.
“The matter is disposed of.”
A strange answer, laced with metallic scraping and nasal tones, echoed in reply to the hushed words.
“Hmm, a fresh death—not bad at all for replenishing one’s vigor.”
Hwa Gyeom exhaled deeply.
“It troubles me when palace attendants change hands too frequently. We do not have many prepared replacements.”
“Kee-ick! And what, pray tell, do you do well? With merely some palace maid or attendant girl—”
Just as Hwa Gyeom opened his mouth to respond, a sound came from beyond the door.
“M-my lord…?”
It seemed a servant had overheard the voices while returning from the privy.
The conversation within the room ceased abruptly.
The shadow beyond the door hesitated, then drew cautiously closer.
“My lord, are you well?”
Hwa Gyeom quickly threw himself onto the bedding that lay ready, then deliberately hastened his breathing and reached out to wrench the door open.
“…What is it.”
“I-I beg your pardon, my lord! Did this wretched servant wake you from your slumber? F-forgive me.”
“What is it? I must have been talking in my sleep.”
The servant stammered his reply.
“Y-you seemed to be in deep sleep, my lord. P-perhaps I should fetch you another cup of water?”
Hwa Gyeom shook his head weakly.
“No. I must return to sleep.”
The servant withdrew from the inner quarters with an embarrassed expression, shutting the door behind him.
He cast a wary glance into the shadows of the room, but found only his master within.
He could have sworn he’d heard voices in conversation…
Never had sleep-talk sounded so precise, so deliberate. It was unnerving.
The servant could do nothing but retreat, troubled and uncertain.
His master was already as formidable as a tiger in temperament.
Ever since he had lost his pregnant wife and the child within her womb five years prior, the master of this house—Hwa Gyeom, the great scholar—had grown even more cutting, thorned and vicious as a briar.
The servant had hesitated to inquire, wondering if something had happened in the depth of night, but had feared drawing his master’s wrath for the disturbance.
To have awakened the master from sleep and yet escape with only this—he had been fortunate indeed.
With such thoughts, the servant hastened away from the inner quarters.

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Five years prior, when Hwa Gyeom had been a scholar at the Imperial Academy.
His young and beautiful wife, newly pregnant, had been violated by Kim Gye Chang, the Grand Academician at the time and Hwa Gyeom’s superior.
His wife left behind a single suicide note and hanged herself from a tree.
Yet Kim Gye Chang was the Grand Academician of the Imperial Academy and the Emperor’s own teacher, the most trusted minister in all the realm.
When Hwa Gyeom came to Kim Gye Chang with his wife’s note to demand answers, he was treated as a madman and a liar.
Even the physical evidence—the suicide note itself—was seized from Hwa Gyeom, and he found himself on the brink of losing his wife, his unborn child, and his very position.
In that moment, as rage consumed him like fire, a voice echoed in Hwa Gyeom’s ear—a voice that came from nowhere.

-Don’t you wish to burn this entire world to ash? Don’t you wish to avenge your son, who died gasping and choking in the dark?

At first, he thought it merely his own inner voice speaking to him.
For if he could, he would have rushed to Kim Gye Chang’s house that very instant, strangled the man with his own hands, and set that sprawling estate ablaze.
But the voice whispered again.

-If you and I join hands, there is nothing in this world we need fear. Even the Emperor himself will not dare lay a finger on you.
“W-who are you!”

Hwa Gyeom cried out into the empty air, gesticulating wildly as if he had truly gone mad.
Then, from the shadows within a crack in a broken roof tile, something formless began to crawl forth.
No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, something like ink ground to a fine darkness continued to coalesce and drift toward him.

I am the one who will fulfill your desires. Accept me, and there is nothing you cannot achieve in this land.

Hwa Gyeom stood beneath the very tree from which his wife had hanged herself.
He could see her bare feet dangling there as clearly as if it were happening now.
When he’d read the suicide note and rushed outside, his wife had still been alive, suspended from the branch.

“You…!”

Hwa Gyeom moved to embrace her and pull her down, then hesitated.
If he saved her, what came next?
A violated wife, a crippled man robbed of his spouse—would he drag out a groveling existence?
None of this was his fault…!

“My… my lord… help…”

Hwa Gyeom pretended not to hear his wife’s final plea.
Mere reputation—formless, weightless—felt heavier than the rope around her neck.
The voice, as if reading the depths of his heart, spoke again.

Accept me. You must avenge your wife and child, who died so unjustly…!

The voice scraped like metal on metal, echoing in his ears.
Hwa Gyeom swallowed hard as he watched the hideous mass crawling toward his feet.
Yes—if only he could drag that vermin Kim Gye Chang down to hell with him…!
If he could set this rotting world ablaze…!
Hwa Gyeom squeezed his eyes shut.
Something slick yet simultaneously viscous, profoundly repugnant, rose from his feet and devoured his entire body in one writhing motion.
It was like having his throat choked shut by a wet cloth.

“Ugh… uuaahhh…!”

Hwa Gyeom could not bear the malevolent energy crawling through every fiber of his being and lost consciousness.
When he awoke the next morning, his vision dimmed for a moment, then cleared.
As his sight sharpened, vitality flooded through his body—he felt capable of anything.
And from that very day, his desires began to manifest one by one.
The beast of a Grand Scholar’s household was branded with high treason, and Kim Gye Chang fell from his horse, languished like a corpse, and departed the world.
His sister, surpassing all other candidates, was chosen as Empress, and Hwa Gyeom himself rose to prominence as the youngest Scholar-Official of the Imperial Academy.
As the beloved Empress’s clever young brother, he even seized the seat of the Emperor’s chief counselor—a post held by Grand Scholars for generations.
Though he moved into a residence as grand as a palace and commanded more than a hundred servants, people no longer pointed fingers at him; instead, they bowed their heads and offered gifts.
Hwa Gyeom no longer desired to burn the world. When the entire world lay beneath his feet, why would he?
By then, the voice’s influence had grown even stronger.
What had once echoed only in his mind now flowed from Hwa Gyeom’s own lips as speech.
Around that time, the Empress became pregnant.
The voice revealed its greed—it wanted the Yellow Dragon in her womb.
To Hwa Gyeom, now intoxicated by wealth and power, this hunger was seductive.
If both the voice and the future prince were on his side, it would be perfect.
A Yellow Dragon, no less.
One who would grow to ascend the throne and command the Four Gods’ Palace through imperial decree.
But the Empress, mild-natured by temperament, revealed no openings.
Even when the voice manifested, she dismissed it as mere nightmare.
So Hwa Gyeom devised a stratagem and petitioned the Emperor for a Fetal Protection Ceremony.
When the Empress attended the rite—ostensibly for the unborn child’s spiritual well-being—the voice used her body as a conduit and penetrated directly into the womb.

“Shrieeeek…!”

When the newborn prince later cried out like a beast, Hwa Gyeom understood that his scheme had succeeded, and his heart soared with secret joy.
That the Empress’s body, now weakened by the forced intrusion, deteriorated day by day did not diminish his elation.
After all, his sister had risen to the highest station among all the women in the empire—thanks to him.
Surely her brief life could be called beautiful and full.
If his sister were to openly bear another son, the position of Crown Prince that he’d barely secured might become precarious.
The Empress died slowly.
It was not uncommon for women who had given birth to die of Puerperal Fever, so no one found it strange. Not even the Emperor.
Once the voice took possession of Aran’s body and began to flourish, Hwa Gyeom found himself considerably freed.
For Hwa Gyeom, it was an unexpected stroke of fortune.
It used Aran, and Hwa Gyeom used it in turn.
Thus began a twisted symbiosis.
Wholly independent of the newborn Crown Prince’s own will.

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As time passed, there came a clear autumn day.
Aran now sat in neat composure before the desk—a small body fully adapted to its new existence.
This was the morning training hour he had repeated every day for the past three months.
He was attempting to recover his Vermillion Bird Lineage Ability—Illusion.
Now that he had reclaimed his human form, it was time to reclaim his power.
He surrendered himself gently to the sunlight seeping through the rice-paper window.
Closing his eyes and breathing slowly, a faint flame kindled behind his darkened eyelids.
It had taken two months before he could see that flame again.
He steadied his breath, and steadied it once more.
Concentrating on the inner flame until his very existence seemed to dissolve…….
Whoosh!
As the flame suddenly bloomed white and vast, Aran felt his heart thudding wildly and lifted his eyelids.
Could it be—success……?
The Azure Dragon Clan’s Highly Suspicious Chick – Chapter 33
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