Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

25 – My sister is an overseas Chinese (3)

The conversation continued even after Manchun left. A harmonious atmosphere fills the house.

Those who were unable to attend the welcome ceremony yesterday welcome a new family member and share many stories.

Sima Yanhua is a clever kid. She is a child who knows very well what the other person likes and how to make the other person like it through a little conversation.

To Jang Chun-hwa, her adoptive mother who cares for her second son who is physically handicapped, she is given Mancheon, who took care of her wholeheartedly yesterday.

The Samarang couple, who have a young daughter who won’t hurt even if you put them in her eyes, praise her child for being so cute and pretty.

She likes things the other person likes and praises them. It’s a very simple way to get the other person’s liking easily.

It may be considered flattering, but Hwa-hwa’s beautiful voice and elegant aristocratic atmosphere give truth to his words.

The alluring red eyes that shimmer like fire shake people’s hearts. Inject persuasive power into words.

Although his personality is twisted and he does not accept people’s favor as it is, it is less effective for Man-cheon, who interprets meaning and analyzes hidden meanings, but he is naturally good-natured and grows up in a good house.

It worked very well for Chang Chun-hwa and Samarang, who naturally accept other people’s favors.

Hwahwa followed Changchunhwa, who joyfully recounted the various eccentricities that Mancheon had done in her childhood, and smiled at her and agreed with her.

“When I was ten years old? Well, I’m trying to scold you for stealing and eating snacks you’ve hidden in secret-“

“Kkeuk~ Can’t you feel the difference in speed? If you can catch it, try it. -There is such a thing.”

“Oh, you are so cute. So?”

“So of course I grabbed her and slapped her on the ass. Then, all of a sudden, ‘Damn~ Oresama did something wrong! Lehu, who forgives me!!” She was a very peculiar child.”

She says that she is an unusual child and talks about the hardships she suffered, but her eyes and voice show her love for Mancheon like honey.

Hwahwa jumped on the flowing honey and praised Mancheon with a joyful smile on her lips.

“Now you are a really cool and mature person. When you were young, you were an active and quirky kid. Be curious.”

It’s a compliment to suit her adoptive mother’s mood, but she meant something when she said ‘cool’. Looking at the appearance he showed until last night, he was close to the ideal older brother.

‘What… I don’t like her face, though.’

She gently turns her eyes to look at Sama-bu, who is looking at the family laughing and chatting happily with a happy expression.

Dark eyebrows, a sharp jawline, a well-proportioned nose, and tawny eyes reminiscent of a wolf. Except for the fact that he is lame, Mancheon looks exactly like Samabu.

… So I like it, but I don’t like it either.

Ironically, however, when you look in the mirror, you can see that Hwa-hwa also has similarities to Samabu. That’s unavoidable. No wonder.

Yes-

A lot of time has passed since we talked. Zhang Chunhua stood up first to take care of her housework, which she hadn’t been paying attention to, and since Sima Lang was still not well, she returned to her room with the support of her wife.

Now, the only two left here are Samabu and Sima Yeomhwa. The sound of laughter that filled the house until now stops and the atmosphere that filled the house changes.

Silence for a while. While looking at each other without saying a word, Hwa-hwa was the first to break the silence.

Stand up from your seat and greet formally with bright red eyes and a bright smile.

“It’s been a while, father. How have you been?”

It’s not like a relative, it’s because they’re real children through blood.

Because of just one person, the surrounding air changes sharply. There are no more good adoptive fathers there.

A ferocious wolf that has cast off a gentle sheep’s mask. The head of the Samase family, the samabu, frowned sharply and chanted quietly yet strongly.

“I will move the place.”

***

Samabu’s hidden private living room. Because the camp is closed, you can’t see it and you can’t enter without permission. Of course, no sound leaks out.

“For a child who lost his parents due to an infectious disease, he seems to have a very bright personality.”

In response to the cold samabu’s reprimand, Hwa-hwa responded with a sly eye smile.

“Right~ that was the setting. In fact, both parents are alive and well. I made a mistake.”

“… Why do you think you created a little brother who didn’t even exist?”

A low, animal-like menacing voice presses the flames.

Yes. There was no such thing as a younger brother to Samabu from the beginning. It was a lie from the beginning that Hwa-hwa was the daughter of a small father.

Just an excuse to go to the West Station, a fake genealogy for when the existence of Yeomhwa is revealed. That is the identity of the little father who has never appeared in front of Samabu’s family until now.

The sharp energy emanating from the samabu pierces the delicate and soft skin to the point of tingling. But even so, it doesn’t take away the smile on the face.

Even if everything is a mirage-like lie, the ironic fake smile is as real as it is. It is of complete sama-chlorination.

So, gently clench your fists and pierce your palms with your nails to maintain your sanity. She looks at Sama Bu and smiles.

“Father, if you don’t intend to kill your only daughter, please stop cheering me up.”

Samabu reaps the bitter energy. However, it is because of the contract with Zoroastrianism rather than saving salt.

“First of all, I came in as an adopted daughter. I can’t help it in front of my family, but don’t call me father when the two of you are together.”

“If you don’t want to be called father, can I call you Papa?”

Samabu frowned at the annoying West Station words and drew a cold line between them. He denies the existence of chloride. She crushes any beings that could harm the peace of the ‘family’.

“… You are just one of the many seeds that I packed with the flower maid of Baehwagyo.”

“…… “

“According to the contract, I will protect you to keep you safe, but that doesn’t mean I recognize you as my child. So do not regard me as your father either.”

I knew. To her father… I knew right away that my existence was just an annoying thorn to Samabu.

However, I wanted to expect a little bit. She wanted to be loved by her father and her family. I wanted to have a real one.

Tears are leaking little by little from my open heart. That’s why she laughs

As if she always practiced while looking in the mirror, she moves her facial muscles to such an extent that the viewer thinks it is a beautiful smile.

“Yes. Let me keep that in mind.”

***

The sect of Zoroastrianism that Hwahwa belonged to was a wealthy sect filled with gold and silk, with strong warriors and numerous believers. But it was not a normal place.

Yes, to borrow the words of the Central Plains, it is the Demonic Cult.

Basically, Zoroastrianism values good thoughts, good words, and good deeds in the three doctrines emphasized by the prophet Zarathustra.

People’s good thoughts, words, and actions gather to make others good, and those who become good make other people good. Defeat evil.

Only human goodness is Angra Mainyu. It can drive out all evil in the world, hostile spirits, beings who oppose the Creator, and the devil among demons.

However, the sect to which he belonged did not. I found another way.

The method is the advent of ‘Xiaoxuant’.

According to the prophecy, there will come a time when evil will descend in an unknown future and the world will be destroyed once. The world is burned and the creations of the Creator are defiled by Angra Mainyu’s henchmen.

But it’s okay. If ‘evil’ descended, ‘good’ should also descend.

A hero who stepped out of the fire to save the world from the henchmen of Angra Mainyu, whom he was afraid to even mention.

God of goodness, being of light and wisdom, creator of all good things in the world, apostle of Ahura Mazda.

A mythical hero wielding a flaming sword to save the suffering and persecuted Zoroastrian believers, his name is Shaoxiant.

If only Shaoxuant is devoted, it can purify all the evil that exists in the world.

… With such thoughts, the sect to which Huahua belonged seriously or fancifully interpreted and studied the prophetic books in order to hasten the return of Shaoxuant.

And I came to an absurd conclusion.

No one knows when Shaoxuant will descend. However, Xiaoxiant appears at the end of the world and saves mankind.

So if you destroy the world, Shaoxuant will descend.

… Believers who took the ridiculous, laugh-out-loud syllogism seriously, devised a way to create a monster to destroy the world.

And the descendant of Gan-woong, who suppressed the chaotic turmoil in the central plains by force, wiped out all the Cho family in one night, took possession of the world, and then split it into sixteen and drove them into the abyss of chaos.

The news that the bloodline of Guerang Sima Yi was looking for gold to revive the family spread throughout the church’s palace.

What the Demonic Cao wanted was the lineage of monster wolves that would destroy the world, and what Sima wanted was gold to revive the family.

The contract was made, and the monster was born.

Burn good thoughts (fire), good words (fire), good deeds (fire).

A presence that will burn the world where the blood of the Baehwagyo saint and the last remaining wolf were mixed.

This is the birth of Sama Flame.