The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 31

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31.

 

“What? No, I’ve already stopped the bleeding. This much should be enough for natural healing— Eek!”

 

Before I could finish explaining, I was suddenly lifted up.

 

“You there, guide us to the best room in this inn.”

 

At the sharp voice, the waiter nodded his head up and down like a puppy’s tail wagging before getting ribs.

 

“I had some business with the Geobang before, didn’t I? I’ll pay the remaining balance first and come find you later, so rest up.”

 

“Ah, yes! I’ll do that. Then I’ll be somewhere nearby.”

 

Once permission was granted, Noegae quickly went outside. Meanwhile, Ju Sohui carried me with a heavy expression the entire time following the waiter.

 

‘I can’t seem to say anything.’

 

I’m really reading the mood here.

 

“Th-this is the place.”

 

“Now go away.”

 

“Um, the room fee—”

 

The waiter who had courageously tried to do his duty even after seeing Ju Sohui’s face soon received one tael of gold that flew into his hand and broke into a full smile.

 

“Rest comfortably!”

 

As soon as he left, Ju Sohui sat me down on a chair and pulled down my pants.

 

“W-wait a minute!”

 

Even if you’re like a mom, this is a bit much!

 

My face turned bright red as I was suddenly exposed to Ju Sohui in just my underwear, but she paid no mind to my shame and just touched the bandages with trembling hands.

 

“How did you get hurt this badly.”

 

Her tone was completely distressed.

 

I’m not used to receiving such intense worry when injured. I bit my lip slightly and averted my gaze at the overwhelming embarrassment.

 

“I-it’s really okay. I have really good recovery. Even if my arms and legs were cut off and dangling, I usually wouldn’t die. Haha. …Ah.”

 

I made a mistake.

 

Seeing Ju Sohui’s pale complexion, I hurriedly waved my hands.

 

“That’s not from experience! It was just a metaphorical meaning! Metaphorical!”

 

“…I see.”

 

She doesn’t look like she believes me at all.

 

She let out a deep sigh and carefully unwrapped the dirty bandages. The black bandages had blood and pus from wounds that hadn’t fully healed yet. Also, uh, I can see bone.

 

…No wonder it hurt!

 

I hadn’t realized because I was avoiding dealing with it since it wasn’t a situation I could treat.

 

“Wait just a moment.”

 

Ju Sohui got up and soon returned with a bottle of soju.

 

Now it was my turn to turn pale.

 

“Do-do we have to disinfect?”

 

“Would it be okay not to?”

 

“I guess not… Mmph.”

 

Ju Sohui put a cloth in my mouth. I’m really screwed.

 

“It’ll sting a little.”

 

“! -!! !!!”

 

Trickle trickle trickle.

 

As the high-proof soju penetrated the wound cut to the bone, cold sweat broke out down my spine.

 

I trembled and grabbed Ju Sohui’s shoulder. It was partly because anything else I grabbed would break, but it was also just the first thing I could reach.

 

Fortunately, the disinfection didn’t take long. She took out wound medicine from her bosom with very skilled hands and spread it on the wound.

 

After finishing with compression using clean bandages, my head spins with relief. I flopped down on the bed, dazed from my yellowed vision.

 

“Poor thing.”

 

Ju Sohui sat beside me and gently stroked my sweat-soaked forehead.

 

‘Good thing I washed on the ship.’

 

Otherwise I would have met her looking even more like a beggar and caused more worry.

 

As I blinked drowsily with my hazy mind, a gentle voice fell from above.

 

“Rest a little. This mother will stay by your side and watch over you.”

 

…That’s what makes me feel pressured though.

 

But then the hand patting my stomach felt somehow nostalgic and comforting, so my tired eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

 

In my fading consciousness, I heard Ju Sohui’s whisper.

 

“Sleep well.”

 

* * *

 

“Hey, you don’t have a dad, right?”

 

This was when I was seven years old.

 

Pure evil is indeed more frightening, and the innocent questions of children that age sometimes stab adults like daggers. I actually ran to my mom after hearing my friends’ stories and asked.

 

“Mom, why don’t I have a dad?”

 

I don’t really remember what my mom answered back then.

 

Even so, the expression she made when she heard my question was completely new to me, so only that surprising emotion from that time still remains.

 

Anyway, the little girl who held onto that memory quickly grew up and became a student in a school uniform.

 

“Mom! I got first place again! Mom!”

 

Though it’s embarrassing to say myself, I was quite an excellent girl.

 

I hated studying but the rewards of studying were sweet. On report card days, I would run to the school gate feeling like I could fly. Then a familiar imported sedan would be waiting for me.

 

When I opened the car door and got in, my mom who had taken time off work to pick me up would smile brightly and hug me tight.

 

“Our daughter, you worked hard! Should we eat out with mom? What do you want to eat?”

 

On such days we would go to nearby upscale restaurants or Japanese restaurants to eat dinner together, and watch popular movies or musicals. Or we’d go to exhibitions.

 

I never once thought our circumstances were lacking.

 

My mom was always my mental pillar and reliable shield. After graduating middle school, I went through a private high school and entered Korean University Pharmacy Department as a current student.

 

‘This is a pretty good life.’

 

I liked my life.

 

Going to a nice hotel with my mom who was overjoyed at the million won I gave her as spending money from my first job, going on a European trip with college friends when our schedules aligned, dating someone reasonably compatible and then breaking up again.

 

I also liked getting attached to the martial arts game I started when I was feeling down after breaking up with my boyfriend.

 

To be honest, I liked the people in that game more than the gameplay itself.

 

[Rail: @Dori sis, guild war today? Can’t do it without you sis]

 

[King: We’re taking Shanxi lol]

 

[King: Everyone gather by 8:30 and meet in front of the castle]

 

[PengDori: OK going full package purchase until guild war]

 

So, in its own way…

 

“Wow. I’ve already spent a cumulative thousand.”

 

It was fun.

 

I wasn’t really interested in things like story.

 

It was enjoyable to do siege warfare with guild members using a prettily customized character, run dungeons, that kind of thing.

 

“…Huh?”

 

Until the game became reality.

 

“Fuck, really. Don’t bullshit me. What the hell is this supposed to be.”

 

The unpleasant sensation I felt when I first cut a person lingered at my fingertips.

 

No matter how much I scrubbed my whole body, the smell of blood wouldn’t wash away. Soaking my body in a dirty river instead of a modern shower, shivering in the midwinter cold, I sat down and cursed.

 

“I miss mom…”

 

“She’s right beside you.”

 

…Huh?

 

My eyes opened at the nonchalant tone whispering in my ear.

 

In my brightened vision, I saw a girl who looked like a prim doll. The head of the girl who appeared to be my age turned.

 

“She’s awake.”

 

“I know, so move away.”

 

Soon Ju Sohui’s voice also reached my ears. Her somewhat cold tone melted like spring sunshine as soon as our eyes met.

 

“Did you dream of your mother in your sleep?”

 

“Wh-what?”

 

“You kept calling me ‘Mom, Mom’ the whole time, and it was quite pleasant to hear. How about you continue calling me that from now on?”

 

I can feel my lips stiffening.

 

I deliberately forced the corners of my mouth up into a grin to avoid showing it.

 

“Ahaha… Did I? I was half-asleep, so I don’t really remember.”

 

“I see. Do as you feel comfortable.”

 

“Oh.”

 

That “Oh” wasn’t from me.

 

The cat-like girl who received my gaze tilted her head. Meanwhile, Ju Sohui had quite a troubled expression.

 

“If she bothers you, I’ll send her away.”

 

“No, it’s fine but… who is she?”

 

“Well, that is…”

 

Before she could explain, the girl grabbed my hand with a serious face and made a bombshell declaration.

 

“I’m Lady Peng’s half-sister from a different father. I’m fifteen this year, so please feel free to call me Soso.”

 

“…Huh? Really?!”

 

“No. It’s a lie.”

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