Chapter 264 (1/2)

Thus, once again only Mido and I remained in the room. The doctor said there was nothing wrong and MIdo was fine, so I decided to get to the main point.

“Mido.”

“Yes.”

“You really don’t remember anything?”

Mido lowered her head and bit her lips. Maybe I had stabbed at a sore area. I wanted to apologize to her.

“...I’m sorry.” However, Mido apologized first.

Shit. I told her, “No. I brought up a useless story. I didn’t mean for you to apologize...”

“There is no need. I’m the one who is sorry. This is my fault. I should’ve done what Grandfather told me, but I was greedy. This is why the situation became like this.”

The guilt hung heavily on her shoulders. I couldn’t help sighing at the appearance of my powerless granddaughter. It was my fault.

“Grandfather was wrong. I just wanted to know what happened to you. As far as I know, Monet doesn’t have that power. I just need information. That’s how you can help.”

“Ah, actually...”

Mido started to tell me what happened with Monet. The first time she met Monet, she quickly drew soldiers with shadow ink. Then she asked for a special move and was rejected.

“Monet didn’t tell you how to draw the ink dragon?”

“Yes. He didn’t like me.”

“Then why did the ink dragon appear?”

“I don’t remember. I lost my memory after Monet suggested using Blood Craving.”

“Blood Craving?”

As expected, this wasn’t in my memories.

“Monet said that if I accepted, he would draw an ink dragon and supplement my strength. So I...”

Mido bit her lip and looked like she was going to cry again. I briefly made eye contact with her and then rubbed her hair with my rough hands.

“Uhhh.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

Just then, the door of the room opened and a large old man stepped in. What? This guy? I felt pain.

“How did you know to come to this place?” I wondered.

“Bah. Is there any place that this Park Muyeol can’t go?”

Park Muyeol walked up, pulled out a chair and sat next to me. Two white-haired old men were sitting down with crossed arms and they looked like old mafia bosses visiting.

“Your body?

“It’s okay. It is just slight discomfort.”

“Don’t overdo it, Muyeol. We are now 70 years old.”

“Ah, really. I’m fi... Cough! Cough!”

“...You are pretending to be strong.”

I looked at Park Muyeol with a deep expression and Mido laughed cheerfully.

“Hahaha.”

“Groan.”

“You came back. However, you should be looking after this guy’s body.”

* * *

Shortly after the end of the fierce golem siege between South Korea and the United States. The A.S.L community was on fire. The main article was about Choi Mido, who emerged as a new Star Fruit eater. She had the ability to use her drawings to create soldiers and the power of the ink dragon she created was beyond imagination. However, this wasn’t what they were paying attention to.

[This is what happens when you upset the Korean Bloody Rose.avi]

It was a video of the scene where Choi Mido slaughtered the unprepared Korean team and cut down the US team who couldn’t escape due to the slowed effect caused by Permafrost. Then bloody flowers blossomed. There was a hard metal pop song added and it looked like a mad movie. Thus, it was currently ranked first in the number of views. It was naturally a Korean who uploaded it. The chat window was now flooded with patriotism among Koreans.

-Kyah. The title is done well. Korea’s Bloody Rose.

-It will be like this if you upset our goddess. This.

-Still, it seems to be a dangerous ability.

└ Why does that matter? In any case, she is strong.

-Isn’t Grandfather Choi Chuntaek a bit stronger? He stopped her at the end.

└ If they fight directly tomorrow then the result will come out.

└ Ah, that’s right. Isn’t tomorrow PvP?

└ We will know who is the strongest.

“...Hmm. It was this.”

Damian was in a hotel in South Korea and watched it all on his laptop. He lifted the wine glass in his hand and drank like he was a sommelier.

“Damian, it’s better not to care about such things.”

Damian turned in the chair and saw Michael drinking wine from behind him. The two people were currently drinking wine together. It was the 1945 Mouton Cadet promised last time. It was the finest wine that Damian had asked his butler in the United States to deliver with much difficulty.

“...The wine is sweet and delicious.”

“Hahat. Right? It's one of the oldest wines.”

Damian swallowed down the words that it was worth billions of won. In any case, Damian had a lot of money thanks to his father’s grip on the US economy. In fact, it was the wine that his father had sealed and vowed to open for a toast on the day Damian was married. Still, a promise was a promise.

Damian wasn’t disappointed about drinking the Mouton Cadet with Michael. He felt sorry for his father, but he was going to drink it all and shake off today’s defeat. He was also going to tell his butler to fill it up with cheap wine. Well, perhaps he would buy a Mouton Cadet again.

“What are you thinking about? Tomorrow?

“...Who knows? I’m just going to do my best.”

Michael shook the glass of wine he had in his hand. Tomorrow’s PvP depended on the skills of each country’s individuals. In any case, the showdown was one-on-one. It was why Damian instructed his teammates to do free personal training. Michael and Damian were doing this to relieve tension before tomorrow’s game.

“Damian.”

“Speak.”