Chapter 48
“Grampa! Grampa! Look at this! Today, I learned sword moves from Uncle Black Dragon!”
She had first picked up a wooden sword when she was around four years old.
She hadn’t even known how to hold it properly—he could still vividly remember her spinning in circles, tangled up with the sword.
Whenever she tripped and got hurt, she’d burst into tears.
And yet she’d always come running, begging him for a spar, saying how much she loved it.
Now, eight years later, the child who returned had become an assassin.
And not just any assassin—one trained to destroy the Namgoong Clan.
“I’m sorry this grandfather couldn’t find you sooner.”
Namgoong Mucheon’s expression was bitter as he gently brushed aside the hair of the granddaughter asleep in his arms.
Her martial ability had far exceeded his expectations. The thought of how much she must have suffered to attain it made his heart ache.
Even after returning to the Namgoong Clan, how much must she have struggled to hide her sword techniques?
Only now did he understand why the child had remained so anxious, even after coming home.