Light Novel: Volume 12 Episode 3
Pyo-wol wiggled his fingers.
Sssss!
A silver object twirled between his fingers.
It was the small snake he found in the swamp.
After playing and slithering in between Pyo-wol’s fingers for a while, the snake raised its head and stared at him.
The snake’s red eyes met with Pyo-wol’s.
They looked into each other’s eyes as if they were communicating.
The snake flicked out its tongue continuously, and Pyo-wol smiled.
He had lived with countless snakes in the underground cave. He understood their physiology and way of thinking better than anyone else. Naturally, he also knew how to handle them.
The snake didn’t seem to dislike Pyo-wol either. It didn’t even hesitate to climb into his hand when he reached out to it.
He looked into the snake’s carnelian eyes and said,
“From now on, I’ll call you Gwiya.”
Whether the name Gwiya pleased the snake or not, it twisted and slithered around on Pyo-wol’s fingers.
Pyo-wol instinctively knew that it was a behavior that Gwiya shows when he really likes something.
Gwiya had been living alone for a long time.
He, too, was hungry for companionship.
Just when he was waiting for someone to reach out to him, Pyo-wol showed up.
Gwiya circled between Pyo-wol’s fingers for a while, then slipped into his sleeve and rested against his forearm.
Pyo-wol was very fond of his new little friend. He didn’t have to waste time talking to his friend nor did he have to be self-conscious around it.
He stroked the spot where Gwiya had settled and began to walk.
The night was quiet.
It was already late at night and everyone had fallen asleep.
Clack! Clack!
Then a strange sound tore through the night.
Pyo-wol stopped walking and looked toward the source of the sound.
After a moment, the origin of the sound revealed itself.
It was a small doll.
A crudely shaped doll made of wood.
Pyo-wol had seen this kind of doll before.
“Heuk-ho.”
At that moment, the doll opened its mouth as if it had been waiting for him.
“Hmph, your complexion looks good. You must be doing well lately.”
The doll spoke as if it was a person, but in reality, it was merely conveying Heuk-ho’s voice.
Anyone who would see and hear someone’s voice coming out of the doll’s mouth would find the sight creepy.
Pyo-wol glanced around.
The district was eerily quiet today.
Even though it was deep into the night and everyone had gone to bed, there should still be the sound of anyone snoring. But no such sound could be heard at all.
It was as if there wasn’t a single living being on the streets.
And it wasn’t just his imagination either.
There was indeed no sign of life in the houses lined up on either side of him.
Pyo-wol asked the doll,
“Did you kill them all?”
“They were in the way.”
The doll giggled, and then spread its arms wide.
Creak!
Every time the doll laughed, its wooden joints rubbed against each other, producing an eerie sound. This further made the doll’s appearance even more frightening.
There were at least thirty houses lining the street where Pyo-wol was standing.
If each house had at least four people residing in it, then at least a hundred and twenty people had lost their lives at the hands of Heuk-ho.
Pyo-wol cast his gaze into the darkness.
“You killed all these people just to capture me?”
“That just shows how great your value is.”
“Does Lee Yul know this?”
“…….”
The doll suddenly clamped its mouth shut.
“It looks like you’re acting on your own. Are you confident you can handle it? You should know that going against your client’s orders is a taboo for an assassin.”
“Hmpf! So what? Even he can’t do anything about the Hundred Wraith Union.”
Heuk-ho snorted.
Even if Lee Yul and the organization behind him turned against him because of this, they wouldn’t be able to blow it out of proportion, since they still have to consider the reputation and power of the Hundred Wraith Union.
Assassins belonging to the Hundred Wraith Union are scattered all over the world, so if they couldn’t wipe them all out in one fell swoop, then the repercussions would be endless.
Even Lee Yul would not dare to attack Heuk-ho recklessly, not unless he was prepared to take on the entirety of the Hundred Wraith Union.
Only the head of the Hundred Wraith Union could punish its members, however, even then, it was extremely rare for their leader to punish them.
Although it seemed like he was going crazy at first glance, all of Heuk-ho’s actions were actually based on cold reason and calculation.
He was confident that he wouldn’t receive any punishment for this job. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted so independently.
With how Lee Yul had blamed him for killing Bo-kyeong, it had hurt his pride. This in turn made him no longer willing to kill for Lee Yul. However, cancelling a job without a valid reason would hurt his credibility as an assassin.
No one would hire an assassin who could not be trusted.
So Heuk-ho planned to kill Pyo-wol to finalize his deal with Lee Yul. He thought that Lee Yul would no longer have a problem with him as long as he killed Pyo-wol.
Above all, Heuk-ho feels a strong aversion towards Pyo-wol.
From the moment he caught sight of him, a deep-seated anger had risen within his heart like a wildfire.
He hated him to the point where just being in the same room with him made him feel sick to his stomach.
He wanted to draw dozens of lines on Pyo-wol’s handsome face.
Creak! Creak!
Hundreds of dolls appeared on the roof of the mansion.
They were identical to the one standing in front of Pyo-wol.
The dolls have completely surrounded Pyo-wol.
Controlling these dozens of dolls at the same time was difficult for even Heuk-ho.
With so many dolls moving around, it was inevitable that his creation and skill would be discovered. So in order to protect his secret, Heuk-ho had killed all the people on the street beforehand.
Thump! Thump!
Pyo-wol stamped his foot on the ground several times as he looked around at the dolls.
He felt a strong vibration under his feet.
Upon seeing Pyo-wol’s actions, Heuk-ho yelled,
“Don’t be silly–!”
Boom!
At the same time as his yell, the doll in front of Pyo-wol exploded, sending countless steel needles towards him.
Pyo-wol wielded the Soul-Reaping Thread, creating a barrier around his body.
Boom!
At that moment, the doll behind Pyo-wol’s back also exploded, spewing out needles in all directions.
“Hmph, do you think you can continue blocking it?”
Upon seeing the scene, Heuk-ho burst out laughing,
This street was completely under control by Heuk-ho’s dolls.
There wasn’t a single place in the district where Pyo-wol could hide and escape to.
No matter how quickly he wielded the Soul-Reaping Thread to protect his entire body, he still clearly had a limit.
Puff, puff, puff!
The dolls exploded one after another, still throwing a barrage of needles everywhere.
The whole area was soon covered in countless needles.
Heuk-ho’s attack was reminiscent of the Tang clan’s legendary Rain of a Thousand Flowers.1 Although it was as beautiful as a scattering of flower petals, the needles that came out of the dolls’s explosion were filled with nothing but killing intent.
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