The wine bottle beside them fell and shattered with a loud crash. Those people had also been planted in advance by the Beggars’ Sect to help Seolhwa. The gazes of everyone in the tavern naturally turned toward the source of the noise.
“Wahaha! Honestly, what a clumsy fellow! Waiter! Bring us another bottle of wine!”
Amid the commotion, Seolhwa smoothed her stiff expression and filled the other woman’s cup.
“It’s rather noisy today.”
“So it is.”
After composing herself, Seolhwa asked the woman, —Why is that? Is it because the Blood Demon killed you? —No. I can understand him killing me. I tried to understand him in my own way as I repeated my lives, after all.
I couldn’t understand him, but I tried. —Then why…? —What I can’t bear isn’t that he hurt me. It’s my children…
“Wait…”
Seolhwa slightly furrowed her brow. —Your “children”…? In the formation’s illusion, hadn’t there only been one son? Why was she saying “children”? —My son, and the children who were never even born because of him…
I’m doing this… for those children. Seolhwa could feel the woman’s emotions wavering.
“…I’m getting drunk rather easily today.”
Seolhwa lowered her head, pressing a hand to her forehead as she thought.
‘The Blood Demon didn’t have just one child.’