Chapter: 962
“What on earth did you see?”
The woman stands gracefully on her white toes and walks slowly toward Yarang.
As she approaches, the scent of flowers in the room becomes increasingly intoxicating.
Yarang, with his head deeply bowed, begins to move his hands.
It seemed as if he was attempting to write something on the floor.
“Stay still.”
At the woman’s command, Yarang’s movements abruptly freeze.
He remained there, his body stiff, as if obeying orders.
Then the woman stepped closer and gently stroked Yarang’s hair.
“My daughter.”
“…”
“I think it would be better for you to see it for yourself now.”
With a bright smile, the woman spoke those words, causing Yarang to lower his head a little more, as if making himself comfortable for her soothing touch.
As the position was assumed, the woman ceased her stroking and placed her palm firmly on the crown of his head.
And then…
Suuuuu…!!!
An energy breathed out from Yarang’s head and traveled up the woman’s arm.
It was a lovely magenta aura.
The rising energy gradually seeped into the woman.
“Hmm.”
She swallowed the energy with a brief intake of breath.
After a short moment passed…
“This is strange…”
The woman opened her previously closed eyes and gazed at Yarang.
“This is really strange.”
Even then, Yarang did not raise his head.
Observing Yarang’s silence, the woman whispered.
“Why can’t I see it…?”
The woman’s expression tightened slightly, revealing a distinct discomfort.
The reason was clear.
What the woman was attempting to do was to absorb Yarang’s memories and verify what she had heard.
‘I can’t see anything.’
Remarkably, things that should normally have been visible were completely absent.
Well, not entirely absent.
There were Yarang’s movements. The sounds he made.
Even the scents and sensations he experienced.
She managed to procure and absorb most of his memories.
‘…Hmm.’
Strangely, it seemed some parts were missing.
Especially the final segments, which appeared nearly empty.
Yarang, heading towards something. The gaze he sent out.
The space where that gaze was directed.
At the end of those footsteps, as if he were about to discover someone…
A shroud of black fog obscured all the collected memories.
When the fog finally lifted after navigating through the memories…
It was at the moment Yarang was walking alone, drenched in the rain.
“Hmm.”
Upon realizing this, the woman tilted her head. It was an experience like none she had had before.
To have memories obscured. A memory that wasn’t even hidden within the sacred tree.
‘What could this mean?’
What in the world is happening? It didn’t make sense.
Thus, the woman moved her fingers to lift Yarang’s chin.
The masked face tilted upward, prompting her to extend another hand to grasp the mask.
Swish.
The mask slipped off, revealing the splendid face hidden beneath.
With a gentle thud, the woman who had dropped the mask to the floor tenderly caressed Yarang’s cheek.
“Daughter.”
“…”
“What is going on?”
Though she asked for an explanation, no response came. Nevertheless, the woman remained unperturbed.
She knew she wouldn’t get an answer anyway.
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you…?”
There was a possibility that he might be trying to deceive himself. While that wasn’t impossible, she deemed the likelihood low.
If that were the case, she should have discovered the truth immediately.
“Hmm.”
What has transpired? Did this child truly see something?
Such doubts festered in her mind.
Suddenly, the woman withdrew her hand from Yarang and turned her back.
The tail that had been encircling her body swayed as she moved.
But…
The ancient tail that filled the room began to gradually transform.
Its size shrank little by little until it became so small it was no longer visible.
The woman, now seated naturally with her tail reduced, looked back at Yarang once more.
“Daughter.”
“…”
“It seems something is amiss. Isn’t that so?”
Again, no answer came.
In that moment, the woman sensed something strange brewing.
While it was customary for Yarang to remain silent, typically, at this point, one would have expected some form of action in response.
Yet…
The current Yarang simply gazed quietly at the woman.
The woman’s eyes narrowed as she observed this.
There’s something here.
She was now firmly convinced.
“Hmm….”
Should I press further to find out?
Or is there a reason he cannot answer?
Ordinarily, it would be right to discard this line of questioning since he could not respond to his owner.
Naturally, that was the correct course of action.
But the woman couldn’t do that.
While she might ignore another being, doing the same to Yarang was out of the question.
–No matter what happens, cherish her like a daughter.
That recognition was etched into her very soul.
The woman did not ponder why this recognition existed.
It felt completely natural. It was an instinctual belief, and questioning it seemed unnecessary.
Swish.
The woman, who had been seated, stood once again and walked forward.
The destination, devoid of any color, was right beside Yarang.
“Daughter.”
The woman called Yarang in a quieter tone than before.
“Get up.”
Upon hearing her, Yarang stood up.
At that moment, something suddenly enveloped Yarang’s body.
A cloth covering up to his head.
And the same thing was happening to the woman.
What is going on? While Yarang quietly observed her…
“It’s been a while since we’ve gone on an outing. Let’s prepare.”
“…!”
At the woman’s declaration, Yarang’s eyes widened.
The master floating in the sky.
She herself decreed that she would come down to the ground.
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