Chapter 21 (1/2)

TL: pineapples

ED: Aa88

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Cheonma then held the child, flew to the air and looked down at the assassins. Some of those  grunts were crushed by his mere presence and died while vomiting up blood.

Cheonma stretched out his hand. His elegantly stretched-out hand then bent like the claws of an eagle.

Suddenly, the man, as if he were caught with an invisible fishing line, was sucked towards  Cheonma’s hands.

Cheonma grabbed the man’s neck and tilted his head.

“Who sent you?”

“Huk, ple.. Please…”

The man who had been toying with the children previously, could not even squeak before Cheonma.

“I asked you. Who sent you?”

“i..if I answer, will you let me live?”

“No, you all still have to die .”

“P-p-please let us live! We were only commissioned by the North Sea Ice Palace! I-i-if you could spare me, I’ll even reveal all the Black Wolf arts to your organization.”

“So you are from the Black Wolf group.”

When he had heard everything he needed to, Cheonma dug the tip of his hand deeper into the man’s neck.

“Huuaaackccck!”

The man’s skin began to wrinkle as if it had lost its vitality.  His body slowly shrunk and soon afterwards, it turned into gray dust and scattered into the air.

“Absorption Arts!”

It was evil magic that could absorb your opponent’s energy.

The reason behind Cheonma’s choice to use his absorption powers, not his other destructive powers, was clear.

“For you guys, there won’t be even a dead body left behind to find after I’m done.”

The eyes and lips of Cheonma were stained with deep blood.

Laughing loudly, Cheonma slowly approached the frozen assassins.

Whiiiing!

The wind blew like crazy. The atmosphere vibrated and the ground rumbled.

Even though certain death was opening its maw in front of them, the assassins could not move.

They couldn’t even blink.  This is because they were crushed by absolute fear and overwhelming pressure.

“Huh? Ugh… Argh!”

The bodies of the assassins near Cheonma turned black and disintegrated.

“Keeeuakk!”

“No! Aaaak!”

Screams broke out everywhere.

The scene of each person turning into a pile of ashes was so horrible that it seemed like hell.

Only a few moments had passed, but the grunts in the radius of 30 meters around Cheonma disappeared without a trace.

Like Cheonma said not even a dead body would be left.

Tok, tok.

Cheonma lightly dusted the black dust that landed on the child’s body. The gesture was so casual that it was as if he had merely taken a stroll with the child.

“Ru-run!”

Only then did someone finally scream.

The assassins, who were outside the range of the Absorption Arts, belatedly came to their senses and began to flee.

While watching the rapidly fleeing assassins, Cheonma turned around to head for the palace.

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He laid the child on the bed and carefully undressed her. The blood from the child’s thin shoulders spread, coloring the mattress.

Cheonma could not touch the child’s wounds and grabbed the red-colored mattress instead.

How many times had he been through this type of situation?

Death was a familiar thing to Cheonma. All those close to him had always died a miserable death. Cheonma was sure that he was cursed. So he could only turn a blind eye towards his child.

He believed the further away the child lived from the magic sects, the more she would be safe.

He didn’t even announce the existence of the child to the outside world. He pretended not to acknowledge her as if she were nothing to him. And because of his lack of attention, the Murim League thought little of the child as the result.

Then, his persistent curse would not be able to hurt the child.

So if these recent events were dealt with quietly, his enemies shouldn’t be interested in his child.

The child would be safer if he faked his own death and was to be raised far away from the sects.

But what if he was wrong?

The child still continued to be in danger even though he was forced to stay away.

Then what’s the point of all this?

Wouldn’t it be better to keep her close?