The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

Fever carried her into a long, fevered dream.
In that dream, Aran was young again.
She had not yet learned Swordsmanship, and possessed no Special Ability. She had returned to those days when, after Ok Dan’s death, she lived as a ward in the Jo family’s house.
Unlike what Ok Dan had believed even as she died, the Jo couple did not cherish Aran.
Well, they had doted on her at first—a bright, literate child was a novelty. But that period lasted only a few months.
The childless couple had accepted Aran as their foster daughter, but not long after, the wife became pregnant.
Once she did, they seemed to forget they had ever agreed to make Aran their own.
When a son was born, Aran naturally became the household servant.
They never called her that, but servant was what she was.
With her small hands, she shouldered every task, yet received not a coin—less than a servant, truly.
One day, returning from the Marketplace on an errand, Aran happened upon Wood Ear Mushrooms and gathered about half a basket.
For this, they called her blessed, praised her. It was the first real attention she had received since the baby was born.
Aran mistook it for love.
Such rare affection, scattered like drops of rain in drought, only deepened her thirst for more.
After that, she frequented the Marketplace, learned to forage with discipline, and brought back armfuls of greens and mushrooms.
Eventually, she dried them and sold them at market herself, and though she earned nothing, she was content.
Whenever she brought home even a few coins earned by her small hands, the couple would set the baby down and embrace her.
They praised her for being obedient and clever.
Then Aran’s talent caught the eye of an herb gatherer in the neighborhood.
As she began gathering Medicinal Herbs in earnest while helping him, the Jo couple waited anxiously for her return—though it was the rare herbs they wanted, not the girl herself.
Young Aran did not understand this, and simply rejoiced.
It was during those days that she encountered a tiger in the mountains.
The beast roared fearfully and struck the herb gatherer with a massive paw, sending the old man tumbling down the steep mountainside.

“Nngh!”

Aran was so terrified she could not scream, but at the critical moment, she managed to gather her wits and transformed into the shape of a bird.
She thought she could dart away swiftly and escape the tiger.
But the tiger was far too large and far too fast.
As Aran fluttered her wings, the great paw seized her, holding her fast.

“Peep—…”
(Nngh……)

In the moment Aran cried out pitifully.
Boom! Crack!
Lightning struck from a cloudless sky, and the tiger—massive as a house—collapsed.
When Aran managed to slip free, she saw that the beast had been struck dead by the bolt.

“Divine Lord, I am grateful. I—I shall live righteously.”

Back in human form, Aran bowed deeply to the sky in all directions, offering thanks, then descended the mountain with nothing but the clothes on her back.
In that moment, she did not even think to claim the tiger’s pelt, however valuable.
She reached safety by the narrowest margin and rushed home, but the Jo couple saw her empty hands and grew angry.
They said they had wasted days for nothing and could not spare her a meal.
When she tried to tell them about the tiger, they called her a liar and refused to believe her.
And so the joy of having her life spared did not linger long in Aran’s memory.
A year later, the Jo family cast her out.
Their precious son had fallen ill and died.
Aran had cared for the boy as though he were her own brother, gathering Medicinal Herbs with devotion, drying them, brewing the decoctions, feeding them to him—but for parents who had lost a child so hard-won, the whole world became an object of resentment.
They accused her of envying the boy, of deliberately giving him poison, of causing his death.
Aran tried not to feel wronged. After all, there had been moments when she resented him.
But one question took root in her mind.
The divine Lord had saved her from the tiger in the mountains—why would He not save her brother from illness?
Well, perhaps it was not so strange, if one reasoned that the Lord pitied her orphan’s plight so greatly.
Wandering the streets, Aran eventually met, by chance, a warrior of considerable skill.
For Aran, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Her body and mind were utterly captivated by the sword she was handling for the first time.
If she mastered Swordsmanship, wouldn’t she be able to defeat even a tiger?
Aran had only herself to rely on, so protecting herself mattered above all else.
She chased after her master, washing his feet and cooking his meals to appease his annoyance at having such a young student, until at last he began to teach her Swordsmanship.
Her master came from the illegitimate branch of a martial arts family—his path to advancement was barred, but his talent shone brilliantly.
Her time with him lasted four years before it ended in sorrow and degradation.
One night, drunk on wine, he tried to force himself upon her. Aran was fifteen.
She drew the sword to escape violence. In that moment, she felt no desire to run away and start anew.
Aran burned with outrage. She wanted to punish him.
Her master was an adult man a head and a half taller than she was, but he was intoxicated.

“Gasp, gasp…….”

Aran fought with everything she had.
Her breath came short and ragged, yet her entire body thrummed with strength, and the sword moved like wind, feather-light.
As though someone fought alongside her, holding her up.

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“Hello, Aran.”
When her eyes opened to the scent of winter, unexpectedly familiar, those pale jade eyes were looking down at her.
Aran was speechless at his composure.
With him at her side, the fever no longer burned through her.
Aran parted her dry lips and murmured.
“I thought I’d won that day through skill alone. But my master was drunk…….”
At her abrupt words, Hyeon Tae-o’s brow creased slightly.
He worked his lips as though to swallow what he wanted to say, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back.
“You’re still too kind. Don’t call that beast your master.”
Aran’s eyes widened a fraction, then returned to their usual state.
‘He’s actually going to admit it……?’
‘Just like that—he’s going to accept it so easily?’
‘……Well, then. That makes sense.’
‘That perfect child act never made any sense from the start.’
She’d been so caught up in his words about needing a Descendant that she’d realized it far too late.
Aran shook her head slowly, speaking as though to herself.
“So you’ve stopped trying to hide who you are.”
One of Hyeon Tae-o’s straight eyebrows arched upward.
“Hide who I am? Do I need to hide it from you?”
His tone was shamelessly confident, as if asking why she’d taken so long to see it. He was always this assured, and it only made her feel foolish for not recognizing him sooner.
Hyeon Tae-o let out a deliberately long sigh.
“I preferred it when you spoke casually and called me by my name.”
‘Did you really think I couldn’t do it now?’
Aran fixed him with a sharp glare.
“You went on about needing a Descendant, and it was you all along?”
Hyeon Tae-o laughed softly and answered only one of her questions.
“Waiting another hundred years would be far too tedious.”
“What?”
It made no sense.
Aran sat up, utterly bewildered.
“So who sent me back a hundred years in the first place?”
Hyeon Tae-o answered nothing, simply drawing her back down to rest her head on his thigh.
Then, with a familiar touch, he stroked her hair.
Aran, exhausted from the fever that had plagued her moments before, simply lay still and accepted the comfort of his hand.
And as she did, she tried to accept the reality of how intimate they had become.
His voice continued softly, gently coaxing.
“There’s no third chance, Aran. So I have to choose what’s best.”
‘Best?’
She knows what he considers best.
For her to ascend to the Celestial Realm.
Which meant he had to reverse time by a full century to make it happen.
Did his vision of the best possible outcome include the survival of the Mortal Realm? Had he even considered a way to keep this land from destruction?
While Aran turned these questions over in her mind, he let out a soft laugh and asked her something.
“Then shouldn’t it be my turn to ask now? Why are you going to such lengths?”
The Suspicious Chirping of the Azure Dragon Clan | Chapter 75
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