Chapter 39
Ha Kyeong-Su was too emotional and was caught off guard.
"Dammit!"
He hadn’t expected a swordsman to use a spear—and certainly not against him, a spearman!
Ha Kyeong-Su staggered to his feet, clutching his throbbing chest and glaring as if he was going to kill Jae-Hyeok.
“You, a fallen aristocrat, dares to mock me?”
Jae-Hyeok tilted his head. “And you, a... well, whoever you are, dares to speak such nonsense to me? Also, it’s my family that’s fallen. Not me. ”
At those words, Jae-Hyeok’s expression settled. His eyes were half-lidded and his black pupils reflected no light.
A dark abyss was revealed in those eyes.
Ha Kyeong-Su stepped back.
He felt as if the darkness was swallowing him up, and his hand trembled as he gripped the spear.
“I will rebuild my fallen family,” Jae-Hyeok declared in a calm, quiet voice. It was too soon to shout his words. He knew the crowd would only see it as childish nonesense.