The Granddaughter of the Manhyang Escort Agency Hides Her Magic - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

What lay collapsed in front of Mando wasn’t Shin Ah, but a scrawny boy.

The very Shin Ah that Mando had tried to hit was standing perfectly fine, though her face had turned pale.

“Don’t hit our young miss.”

The boy who had fallen to the floor stirred and raised his body. Ptui, the child spat out blood-mixed saliva.

“What did you say?”

“The young miss has a weak body, so you can’t hit her.”

The cheek of the boy who was hit by Mando swelled up like a steamed bun. Even in that state, the child spoke clearly.

“You crazy bastard, won’t you get lost? Who are you to interfere in your master’s business!”

First Shin Ah had defied him, and now even a servant who looked like he survived on food scraps was disrespecting him.

Mando, filled with rage, swung his foot with weak internal energy.

For someone who practiced martial arts to attack an ordinary person with internal energy was tantamount to murder.

But to Mando, the So Family’s servants weren’t people. They were as trivial as objects he could use and discard.

So he used violence without hesitation.

Mando continued kicking the cowering child.

The thudding sounds were chilling.

The color drained from Shin Ah’s face. Mando, extremely agitated, seemed like a madman.

“Stop it.”

Mando couldn’t hear Shin Ah trying to stop him.

“I said don’t hit him!”

Shin Ah pushed Mando hard from behind. Mando only staggered, but Shin Ah couldn’t overcome her own force and fell on top of the boy.

Shin Ah, already exhausted, panted heavily.

Mando sneered.

“What a lovely sight, vermin protecting each other.”

Shin Ah only lifted her face to check the boy’s condition.

Seeing his battered face, Shin Ah’s mouth turned bitter.

Mugyeol…

A slave who used to do odd jobs at Manhyang Express in the past and often helped Shin Ah, then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

‘I only met him again when I was dying.’

‘Please live, please live.’

Those were the words Mugyeol had said when Shin Ah was dying.

They were so earnest and heartbreaking that she thought she must be someone precious to Mugyeol. Thanks to that voice, Shin Ah’s final journey wasn’t lonely.

Perhaps that’s why.

Seeing Mugyeol again made her happy, and it pained her heart to see him being beaten in her place.

And one more thing.

‘How did someone so kind like you become So Cheonma?’

Did you enter the wicked Demon Cult and become a killing demon?

‘I wanted to save the young miss… what lengths I went to…’

It was because of me.

Shin Ah’s nose tingled with emotion.

“Hey, are you unconscious with your eyes open?”

Shin Ah’s thoughts couldn’t continue long. Mando poked Shin Ah’s head with his toe.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Mando grinned mockingly. Shin Ah glared at him with all her might, but it had no effect.

She looked ridiculous just sitting there collapsed from exhaustion.

“If you.”

His dirty shoe touched Shin Ah’s shoulder.

“Glare at me.”

Shin Ah’s body swayed greatly.

“What are you going to do?”

Shin Ah bit her lower lip tightly, tensed her stomach, and endured to avoid falling. Finding that sight irritating, Mando growled.

“If you don’t want to get hit, move aside, So Shin Ah. As the master, I need to teach that servant his place. Or would you rather take his beating?”

“No! I’ll take the beating!”

Mugyeol, who had been sprawled out, got up again and knelt before Mando.

Shin Ah took in the sight of the back blocking her way. He was a child as small as Shin Ah, who had been sick for so long.

“We’ll settle our business between ourselves.”

Shin Ah said, glaring at Mando.

“I’m teaching a subordinate as their superior. Will you take the beating instead?”

Shin Ah chewed her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut.

“So that’s a yes?”

Mando, interpreting the non-answer as he pleased, rolled his shoulders and loosened up. His face was full of venom.

“Run away.”

Shin Ah muttered toward Mugyeol. However, Mugyeol didn’t budge.

He must have heard her clearly.

“Nothing more to say? Now let’s see you get beaten!”

Mando swung his foot. Shin Ah reflexively pushed Mugyeol.

Then Mugyeol blocked Shin Ah and trapped her in his arms.

He became a shield to protect Shin Ah.

Thud!

Mando’s violent kicks continued. Mugyeol’s muscles convulsed as he absorbed those vicious kicks.

Even so, Mugyeol didn’t move an inch.

Thud, thud, thwack.

Shin Ah felt dizzy. Her body had reached its limit, and more than anything, she couldn’t understand this situation.

“…Why?”

Why are you going this far for me?

And regardless of not understanding, she wanted to save Mugyeol.

It wasn’t because of the chivalrous spirit this world valued.

She simply didn’t want this child to hurt anymore, that was all.

Shin Ah hurriedly recalled magic that could protect Mugyeol.

2nd Circle defensive magic.

‘Can I use it?’

Shin Ah examined her dantian and circle.

Only a tiny bit of mana remained. If she chanted the incantation now, she could use magic, but it would definitely put great strain on her body.

She might not wake up for several days.

Nevertheless, Shin Ah recited the magic spell.

Since you saved me, I have to save you too.

“Shield.”

“Gasp, young miss… what did you say?”

Even while being beaten, Mugyeol, who heard Shin Ah’s voice, reacted keenly.

Shin Ah and Mugyeol’s eyes met as he raised his head. Shin Ah suddenly had an incongruous thought.

‘He’s actually quite handsome despite being so scruffy. But did the shield work?’

Just as Shin Ah’s eyes trembled anxiously with uncertainty, she saw a white barrier unfold behind Mugyeol’s back.

Ah, it worked.

It was the moment Shin Ah let out a sigh of relief.

“Miss!”

Mugyeol, who hadn’t let out a single groan despite Mando’s fierce kicks, shouted loudly.

‘Hey, my ears hurt, don’t shout.’

Shin Ah said. No, she thought she said.

“Miss, come to your senses! Sob, Miss, don’t die…… don’t die……”

Mugyeol’s voice was so loud it echoed through the entire valley.

Shin Ah was trying to squeeze out whatever strength she had left to say she was fine. At the very least, she wanted to shut Mugyeol’s mouth……

“What is all this commotion!”

The moment Shin Ah lost consciousness and closed her eyes, a loud roar thundered down.

It was So Hyeokho, the head of the So Family, master of Wolhwa Hall, and director of Manhyang Express.

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Inside Wolhwa Hall, killing intent rippled around So Hyeokho who sat cross-legged.

With his white hair and beard, and imposing physique already radiating a tremendous presence, when So Hyeokho revealed his killing intent in anger, the breath of those present was completely stifled.

So Baekrim and So Cheonrim were among them.

The two were kneeling before So Hyeokho, with Baekrim even breaking out in cold sweat.

In contrast, So Cheonrim had his eyes closed like So Hyeokho. At first glance he appeared peaceful as if asleep, but in reality a storm was raging within So Cheonrim’s heart.

‘Our Shin Ah……’

Recalling Shin Ah who had collapsed after being beaten by Mando, So Cheonrim’s expression crumbled.

Just then, Jang Mu, the Flash Point Sword and the director’s closest aide and guard, entered Wolhwa Hall.

“Miss Shin Ah has just awakened.”

So Hyeokho took a deep breath. Baekrim frowned, and Cheonrim clenched both fists on his knees.

“What did the physician say?”

“He said her energy is greatly depleted, but there are no serious external injuries.”

“See! Father! Did you hear that? Our Mando has a tendency to express his affection for his sister in a rather unique way, but he doesn’t strike recklessly. Shin Ah collapsed because the child is naturally weak……”

Baekrim, who had been silent, seized the moment to run his mouth.

“Shut up!”

Hyeokho shouted. His voice, filled with internal energy in rage, was no different from a sound attack.

At the sudden thunderous voice, Baekrim covered his ears in pain. In contrast, Cheonrim, whose cultivation was deeper than Baekrim’s, didn’t budge.

“Expressing affection uniquely? Do you think I’ve been staying quiet because I don’t know about Mando’s atrocities?”

Until now, he had left things alone, hoping his grandchildren and children would resolve matters among themselves. But the result was disastrous.

Hyeokho clicked his tongue.

“Educating children is the parents’ responsibility. If you can’t even discipline one child, what makes you think you can become the director of an escort agency, tsk.”

Baekrim kept his mouth firmly shut and lowered his head. Hyeokho’s cold gaze flowed toward Cheonrim.

“Master of Biwongak, do you have nothing to say?”

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