Chapter 27
Unlike the previous day, the meal took place inside the Clan Head’s private hall.
Even before stepping into the building, laughter and the hum of cheerful conversation could be heard.
Ilhwa paused at the entrance before entering the pavilion, quietly listening to the sounds within.
“I gave those bastards a proper beating! Wasn’t I good, Father?”
“You need to learn to control your temper, Cheongsan.”
“Ah, I wasn’t asking you, Brother! Cheonghae, why do you always pick a fight with me?”
And then came more laughter—chuckling, giggling, bursts of joy.
It was the sound of a warm and harmonious family.
“....”
Ilhwa knew the owners of those voices. She had killed more than half of them with her own hands.
Each time that memory surfaced, it stabbed at a corner of her chest like a knife.
And she understood the source of that pain.