Han Su-Yeong yelled out.
“You stupid bastard! Did you forget already?? This world-line's ark has already-!”
Yu Jung-Hyeok's sword thrust dug into her opening. The moment she gasped out, her dagger was already flying away. Blood spluttered from the cut wound.
His sword was now pointing straight her neck.
“Jung-Hyeok-ssi! Please stop!”
“H-hold on, master! Are you mad!! What's gotten into you!?”
The companions arriving belatedly approached them to stop the fighting.
However, Yu Jung-Hyeok didn't even look behind at them as he swung his sword. The gob-smacking level of magical energy wave shot out from the [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] and drew a line of roiling flames one step in front of the companions.
“No one crosses that line. If you do, I will cut y….”
Smack!
Han Su-Yeong's left foot rising up in the blink of an eye accurately kicked his wrist. The [Dark Heavenly Demon Sword] gripped in his hand flung away, drew circles in the air, before stabbing into the ground.
Han Su-Yeong growled at him. “Yu Jung-Hyeok. I'm sure you already know this, but… I really, really hate to see a rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel.”
“You know, I was feeling pretty good up until a few minutes ago. Specifically, before you started doing this crap, that is… I guess the peace of the past two years have been too sweet for me, seeing how I've completely forgotten about what kind of a bastard you are.”
It was hard to tell just who her boiling rage was directed at.
Han Su-Yeong recalled the faces of her companions reading her novel. The faces that grew at ease as they read the story.
The companions, everyone else, even herself…. they were about to feel brave enough to finally take that one step forward, away from 'that day'. Yet…
Han Su-Yeong stopped both Jeong Hui-Won and Yu Sang-Ah about to cross the burning line. “You two, stay back. Looks like today is finally the day I pound some sense into this guy.”
As soon as those words ended, both the figures of Han Su-Yeong and Yu Jung-Hyeok vanished. The place they met again was in the air dozens of metres off the ground. The thunderclap-like explosions rang out and their fists collided against one another.
Ruuuumble, kurururung!!
The blade of Han Su-Yeong's hand slammed hard into Yu Jung-Hyeok's waist, while his right kick landed on her solar plexus. The exchange of attacks and defences that even Constellations' eyesights found hard to keep up continued on. Blood trickled down her lips, while large, bloody bruises formed on his arms raised up to guard him.
Yi Ji-Hye watching the fight unfold couldn't hold back and reached for her own sword. It was Yu Sang-Ah who stopped her.
“Eonni? But why?”
“Let them be for the time being.”
Perhaps she had predicted something, because while stopping the companions, she spread out her lotus pedestals, as well. She was planning to protect the civilians from the storm of aftermaths soon to visit them.
Right next second, the atmosphere up in the sky began to change.
[Great Fable, 'Torch that Swallowed the Myth', has started its stammered attempt at storytelling.]
[Great Fable, 'Liberator of the Forgotten Ones', is waking up from the darkness.]
The clash of these two managed to awaken the old Fables. Han Su-Yeong summoned all of her strength to broke through Yu Jung-Hyeok's fist and shouted out.
“Speak up! Why today, of all days? Why have you been staying quiet for the last two years only to start this crap today?!”
“None of your business.”
“Aha, is that so.”
She didn't plan on going this far. However, looking at the expressionless face of Yu Jung-Hyeok acting like a damn stubborn mule, she simply couldn't rein in her boiling anger anymore.
“I always hated you. And regretted it, too. Why did I write the story of someone like you with my own hands?”
She'd never have said these words in any other times. Even then, she continued to spit out everything anyway.
“I cursed my other self. If this story didn't exist, none of these things would've happened. No one would've died. And Kim Dok-Ja might have….!”
Yu Jung-Hyeok's fist finding that brief window of opening cut her words short. He kept his mouth resolutely shut and continued to fight. Though she hadn't heard a proper answer yet, Han Su-Yeong knew why he was trying to get a hold of the [Final Ark].
“We already failed. Since we came home with our tails between our legs, you should've quietly accepted it and moved on. Have you really forgotten everything [The 4th Wall] said to us?”
She knew the truth, and that was why she just couldn't stand it anymore.
⸢You shouldn't have been greedy. No, y o u sh oul d've be en con te nt wi th 49% Kim Dok Ja⸥
[The 4th Wall]'s voice from that day, the one she had never forgotten until now.
Yu Jung-Hyeok finally opened his mouth. “Spoken like a true loser. You simply gave up, that's all.”
Every time their fists collided, the worn-out Fables scattered in the air. The fragments emitting faint rays of light settled down on his cheeks.
It was only then did she spot his messed-up appearance. The unkempt, stiffened hair, and his rather unsightly-looking unwashed face.
“It can be used. Except, only one person can ride it.”
Chapter end
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