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Rewritten Fate

By Ld-G

ASSASINATION ARC

-PART 5-

The shadow creeps closer and closer before it abruptly stopped. "Oi, Brat. What the heck are you doing there? If you have time to lazy around, go find those kids before they went too far." There came a harsh cold bark, followed by a growl, before the intruder went out completely.

Both Yona and Soo-Won stayed still for a few moments, before they relaxed, relief washed over their mind. "That was close…" Yona mumbled as she let out her breath. She doesn't even realize that she had held her breath this whole time.

"Uhhh"

She blinked as she looked at Soo-Won. She realized that she was still clamping Soo-Won's mouth. "Ah. Sorry." She said in a small voice as she retracted her hand, letting Soo-Won took a deep breath.

"I thought I was going to die…" he said as he let out a sigh. He looked back at Yona and noticed that she had gone out from their hiding place.

"Have they gone for good?" he asked in whisper, as he too followed Yona out from the small place. Yona didn't even spare him a glance. She just shrugged.

"Who knows? At least, we haven't die yet." She said. She sat down, leaning on one bookshelf; frowns were visible on her face.

'Plan. We need plan.'

Yi-An eyed the weapon with bleak red eyes, the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. His blunt hands were steady as they lifted the knives and inspected them. Carefully he laid the knives down on the floor and looked out through the hole in the brickwork to the garden below.

To the assassin it was just like another day in the office. Except his office was a windy roof-top overlooking his target's location. His tools, rather than those papers and brushes, was a state-of-the-art knives and swords. He took no satisfaction in the killing, but he took enormous pride in getting a good clean kill. He had a reputation to maintain and that reputation guaranteed his exorbitant fee.

He maintained a cool detachment to his targets. Mostly he preferred not to think of them, but when he did, it was as if they were already dead - walking meat bags waiting to be despatched to the butcher. He thought of them as meeting their destiny and he was merely the conduit. Everyone has to die sometime, and he considered it a good way to go. No illness, no drawn-out goodbyes. They were just happy and oblivious one second and gone the next. Simple. Convenient. Painless.

He let out a sad sigh. In truth, He preferred not to assassinate people, he preferred to be a diplomat but of course times called for it.

Being an assassin had its perks. A new village every week, luxury life with no dishes or chores, new clothes every day. The assassin was as agile as a monkey, although he preferred to think of himself as a ninja. When he had embarked on his profession, he hadn't been certain it was the right choice for him. He had thought an assassin had to be cruel and cold-hearted, which wasn't him at all. He was just efficient, like a secretary. It's just that instead of dispatching letters and reports, he dispatched people to whatever came after this life.

Life has been good. Well, at least it was, until he landed himself in this damn job and this damn partner, a green-horn assassin who knew nothing about assassination at all.

It was supposed to be an easy kill, the target was supposed to be a freaking four years old child. He was supposed to be at a teahouse now, drinking tea and eating dango. But no, that useless partner of his just felt the need to announce their job by shooting the target, alarming the target of their objective completely. What suck even more was the fact that the target got out alive, a fatal mistake for an assassin.

He bit down the annoyed growl. He already knew that it is not an easy job as soon as he spotted his target. The subtle cold glance from the kid gave him chills. Not to mention, the glance was directed precisely toward him. That was not a glance that could be made by a kid, much less from a freaking four years old kid. No, it was the eyes of a damn war veteran, one that sharper enough to kill someone on spot.

His decades of experiences had taught him how to assess his target on spot. This time, He came into this crazy conclusion. His target was a dangerous one, not a damn normal four-year-old kid. And that moment, he already knew that he was screwed, for good.

His damn partner was not helping either. What with the brat being cocky and arrogant, he could only surrender himself to the course of fate.

True enough, this annoying brat just had the nerve to abort the plan and to do as he pleased. And now, he was stuck on chasing the target and the target's cousin, who was not the target. Outside, he looked calm, but inside, he cursed loudly. It was supposed to be a one day job, but then it turned out to be weeks and even then, their objective had yet been achieved.

He knew that the kids were inside that study room, he could just barged in and killed them inside, ending this cat and mouse game. But still, they are kids, even if one of them was considered dangerous.

Don't take him wrong. He might be an assassin, but he also had his own policy. It was against his policy to kill kids, thus the reason of his delay in completing his objective. He had thought of using mild poison to the target, a fast reaction one but not too deadly. Then he would go take his money and be gone from there.

But life was not easy. And his whole plan was screwed by that brat. Now, he needed another plan to avoid killing the kids but at the same time getting paid. And if he was lucky enough, disposing that arrogant brat too, after all, the same brat was the source of his headache this few weeks.

The party inside the main hall had yet to end; in fact, it became more hectic as the sky grew darker. Hak looked around the crowd in annoyance. 'Seems like Soo-Won failed to drag Hime-sama here.'

He spotted Mundok in the corner of the hall, he grinned slightly. 'Nah… It'll be okay for me to ditch now, I've finished my task anyway.' With that thought, he slipped away from the hall to search for his two troublesome friends.

He had just walked two steps away from the hall when suddenly someone stood before him. He looked up and saw that it was none other than the Earth tribe's General, Lee Geun-Tae. "Yo, Kid! Ditching the party, aren't you?" he said with an easy going smirk.

Hak sighed inwardly. "What are you doing here, General Geun-Tae?" he asked as he looked at Geun-Tae blankly.

"Can't I go anywhere I like, brat?" another smirk was given.

Hak rolled his eyes. This conversation was wasting his time, but he couldn't just walk away. Things wouldn't go so well if it reached Mundok's ear. He looked back at the General and remembered a few chat that he heard before. "I thought you are searching for blooming flower?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, all the flowers are either not bloom yet or already been plucked." Guen-Tae shrugged and answered with that laid back demeanor of his, kind of amused by the disgusted face that Hak's made.

Enough of the small pleasantries, Hak excused himself. "Well then, good luck in finding another rose then." he bowed before walked pass Geun-Tae.

As he walked, he could feel that someone was following him. Looking back again, he noticed that the General was walking right behind him. "Why are you coming with me, General Geun-Tae?" he asked while scowling.

Again, Geun-Tae shrugged. "It seems more interesting than the party." That annoying smirk was still there.

Hak could feel vein popped at his head. "What is?"

"That little chibi, of course. You are meeting her, aren't you?" Geun-Tae said while pointing at Hak. His trademark grin lingered on his face.

Hak scowled even deeper than before. "Yona-sama? Have you met her?"

"Nah, though I've heard a lot of rumors, and from the best source too. Kind of intriguing, if I were to say." Geun-Tae looked really interested, his eyes shone brightly as if he was winning a jackpot.

Hak only raised an eyebrow. "Best source?"

"Yeah, from the best of all, The King himself." Geun-Tae nodded, proud was apparent on his expression as he answered.

Hak let out a tired sigh. 'No wonder.' He knew that Geun-Tae really looked up to The King; it wouldn't be strange for him to find Yona intriguing if The King himself was the one that tell Geun-Tae stories about Yona.

"Ah. The King and Yona-sama have a close relationship." Hak said. That sentence was said with a bitter sweet feeling. Unconsciously, he smiled wryly. 'Their relationship is even closer than the one I shared with her.'

Geun-Tae obviously didn't know Hak's inner conflict, but he could see the cloudy expression, even if it was gone in a second, as if it had never been there at all.

"So, anymore complain?" he asked Hak, which earned him a hard stare.

Hak actually didn't want Geun-Tae to meet with Yona. Who knows what Yona will do if people found her hiding spot. She'll throw a fit, silently. But he remembered again what Yona told him before.

"It's nothing; just some stalker got kind of aggressive."

He narrowed his eyes. 'Better have back up than nothing.'

He looked back at Geun-Tae, who looked back at him expectantly. "No, not really." He could take whatever things Yona would throw at him later, but now, he would rather be safe than sorry. If there is anything that hadn't change at all, it was the fact that Yona is a trouble magnet.

Back with Yona and Soo-Won.

Yona was still formulating a plan when Soo-Won suddenly talked. "That's strange." He said, confusion was apparent in his voice. Yona shot him a glance from the corner of her eyes.

"They are professional assassins, right? But why they seem like going easy on us?" Soo-Won asked, frowning.

Yona shrugged. She looked at the ceiling while thinking of a few number of reasons. "Maybe I'm their only target and got a strict order to only kill me. Or they actually have soft spot for children, which I doubt they do."

Yeah, it would be so wrong if the assassins were actually caring for children. If so, they wouldn't even take this job, like at all.

She looked again at Soo-Won. "I have a plan." The hardened look made Soo-Won anxious, as if Yona was going to deliver a grave news. Uneasiness settled inside his heart.

"I bet I wouldn't like that plan very much." He mumbled.

For a moment, Yona's eyes softened. She shook her head slightly. "…no, you wouldn't at all." She said with a soft voice, confirming Soo-Won's prediction.

He closed his eyes. He already had inkling on what her plan is and he didn't like it in one bit. But still, he needed confirmation. He opened his eyes and looked at Yona. "Better hear this out then."

"We will separate."

Soo-Won sighed. The crease between his brows even more pronounced than before. "I knew it." it felt as if he got a death penalty and he didn't actually need to hear the rest of the plan anymore to know whatever Yona was thinking. But still, he kept his mouth shut and still listened to her.

"We have no choice. We can't possibly hide here forever. Who knows when people will find us, or worst, those assassins come back here. And we also cannot just run. Sooner or later, they'll catch up to us. We'll need to ask for help." She explained which earned a small nod from Soo-Won.

"I get it. One of us will distract them, and the other will run to ask for help." He summarized.

"Yeah. That's the only way."

And he knew who will do which for this plan to succeed.

"I'll distract them." Came the one sentence that he had been dreaded all this time. "You go find help, Soo-Won."

He looked at Yona with a wide eyes, he shook his head profusely. "You are nuts! I couldn't possibly-!" even if he had known what Yona would suggest, it didn't mean that he would just go along with it. He couldn't just let Yona face these dangerous men alone.

"I'm their main target, Soo-Won. I'm the best bait we have here." Yona reasoned.

"And left you alone to face them?! I know your plan is sound, but that's still-!"

"Don't worry. I won't die. I'm too young to die. And I still have a lot of unfinished business." Determination flashed inside Yona's eyes. In that instant, Soo-Won knew that Yona wouldn't change her mind anymore. But still, he couldn't help but worried. He couldn't even stare back at Yona and chose to look at the ground instead.

"Soo-Won."

Suddenly, he felt small hands were placed at his shoulder. He looked up and saw Yona's hardened eyes once again, the same eyes that his father gave him. in a sudden, it felt as if he saw someone else in Yona, a woman who looked so much like Yona but far older than her. When he blinked again, the image had gone.

"Can you trust me like how I trust you with my life?"

Another tense moment had settled between the both of them. In the end, Soo-Won yielded. "alright." He said grimly.

Yona took back her hands before standing up. "I'll get out first to find those two and distract them. You should wait until you didn't hear any footsteps anymore before you get out."

Soo-Won just nodded. He couldn't trust his voice anymore.

"You know your way around, right?"

Another nod was given without any eye contact.

"Bring help to the north, I'll try to bring them as close to the gate as possible. But if you don't find me there, I might still be around the North Garden. "As soon as she finished, she turned to the door.

Before she could walk out, she was wrapped in a tight embrace.

"Promise me not to die, Yona." She could hear the tiny cracked voice coming from her cousin. She squeezed his hands to reassure him.

"I promise that I will not die before help arrives, so you better bring help as fast as you can."

The arm around her gone slack, and she wasted no time to get out from the room before Soo-Won changed his mind again.

Inside the room, Soo-Won was counting in his head. While counting, he couldn't help but thinking back at the image he saw. It looked exactly like an older version of Yona. Why could he suddenly get an image like that? He shook his head, clearing his head.

'It's not the time to think about It.' he readied himself. By the time he counted to one hundred, he ran out of the room as quick as possible. He didn't bother to look around; he focused on running to the main hall. He couldn't fail Yona here, not now, not ever.

Yona was running like her life depended on it. Her feet slipped outwards on the snow as she rounded the corner, the cold evening air shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall, a jarring pain shot ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Her heart beat frantically, all or nothing. Fail and her whole body would pay the price, run and the damage was limited mostly to her shins and knees. She knew this castle better than those assassins did, and she was sure she could at least stall time till Soo-Won came with back-up.

Being chased was nothing like those story books she had read once or twice before. The main character looked heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. Reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save your skin. Well, at least this will be a good exercise for her, it keeps her fit, although she would be lying if her heart didn't pound, in fact it was the other way around.

She kept running but she knew her time was up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something sharp and long coming toward her. She tried to dodge it but she couldn't dodge it completely. It scratched her shoulder, making a gush of red liquid out from her shoulder. She turned on one corner, and stopped to inspect the wound.

Nothing big, nothing deep, but the blood was flowing rapidly.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Don't think I'm going to let this go like this." She hissed.

"I will not lose… in this game of cat and mouse, even if I'm the mouse." She looked back, noting the silhouette not far away; determination was shown in her eyes.

"After all, mouse is a small version of a tricky sly fox."

Soo-Won was running desperately. Heart pounding, his panicked breath like thunder in his ears, thighs burning, lungs on fire, praying not to trip. Adrenaline almost bursting through his skin, eyes wide with fear, screams locked in his throat.

He was desperate. In his hand was the life of his dear cousin. He needed to call for help as quick as possible. But he was still far from the main hall; it would at least need ten to fifteen minutes more for him to reach there in his current speed. And by then, there would be no telling on what Yona would become.

He prayed and prayed for someone to show up, someone that he could ask for help. And when he saw someone coming toward him, he knew that his prayer was answered. He had never felt as relieved as now, nor had he ever felt as He sped up a little, focusing on the people, who he had recognize as Hak and General Geun-Tae.

Hak noticed Soo-Won run toward him and waved.

"Soo-Won! There you are. We've been searching for you- whoa!" he fell to ground as Soo-Won crashed him. Geun-Tae looked at both of them with an amused look, before he noticed Soo-Won frantic expression.

"Hak!" Soo-won shouted as soon as he looked at Hak in panic. "it's bad, Yona! She-! You need to-!" he frantically tried to explained between his breaths. Yona's name had drawn Hak absolute attention, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down kid. Take a deep breath first." Taking a pity on the blonde kid, Geun-Tae tried to calm him down. Soo-Won took a few deep breaths and trying to steady his breath, before he eyed both Hak and Geun-Tae. The seriousness and panic had yet to left from his eyes.

"Yona! Yona is in danger!" he announced.

Yona had a fair share of being hunted in her previous life. Her head alone had actually priced for quite a fortune, the flee-on-sight order had been issued by quite a number of leader too. But she had never ever come across an assassin like that pig, who seemed only knew how to charge ahead. That stupid pig didn't even know about how to be subtle, unlike his partner. Didn't he know that subtlety and efficiency were two things that come along with the term assassin?

She ran her hand around her abdomen. She let out a groan, feeling the pain that soon follow the gesture.

The pain throbbed in her guts, it was deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It felt as if someone had their hand in there and was squeezing her organs. There was no blood anywhere but she had a feeling that her abdomen was purple and lumpy where it should be smooth.

Her internal alarm flared up and she wasted no time to dodge the incoming attack. Her attacker was none other the big fat no-good assassin who was better off became a bandit instead. "Damn you, brat, giving me trouble every now and then. Guess I should charge a higher price for this job." The pig said with a sinister grin.

In the next second, a sword came flying toward Yona. She had no time to dodge, resulting on another scratch on her body.

"Ah, seems like I missed. The next one will not, I promised." Come the wicked smirk. From then on, Yona knew that she was facing a dark mad psychopath. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at the assassin grimly. She had no choice but to defeat this one first. Better now than later when the other assassin found them.

Not a moment later, another series of attack were sent toward Yona. She tried to dodge, but since the assassin was fast, she couldn't dodge all of it. As a result, she took a mighty slash on her back. Cuts were formed on her arms and legs.

She grabbed a few stones and threw it toward the assassin. Some of them missed while some of were hit him. But it didn't stop him at all. He threw a few knives; one of them was caught by Yona, injuring her hand on the process.

It was hard for her to keep standing with the injuries that she sustained, but still she stand upright, not letting even a tiny weakness showed up. Gripping on the knife, she ran towards the assassin, flicked her body on the opposite direction of the sword's swing, and then kicked the assassin right on the middle of his legs. She made sure to kick it as hard as she could muster.

The assassins yelled out curses as he doubled over to the ground. Taking this chance, she slashed on his body. He furiously glared at her. Ignoring his pain, he swung his sword violently, which was barely avoided by Yona.

He rushed toward her, even quicker than before, and threw a bunch of knives toward her. It managed to trip Yona. Then, he made a motion to stab her. "Die!"

She managed to roll out of the way just in time that the sword met the earth. A sudden gush of pain jolted throughout her body. Her stomach ached, her arms lost tension and her legs began to weaken. 'He will not get the better of me,' she thought as she stood up. Her tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Her head was pounding. She quickly picked up the scattered knives and steadied her stance.

"I promised someone that I will not die just yet."

With the knives, she delivered a few cuts, and stabbed his legs, earning another yelp. She could see the rage in his eyes. He grabbed her neck and choked her. Mustering her last energy, she stabbed his hand before dragged the knife across his arm, making a deep cut.

He yelled in pain, letting Yona's go as he retracted his arm. Yona coughed as she regained her breath. "And… I'm not… going to… break it…" not letting any chance go, she rushed to the assassin and slashed him right at the neck, killing him all at once. Blood was sprayed out from the wound, wetting her in and out, from hair to toe.

She was panting. She hadn't work herself as much as this for the past few years. Obviously her body can't keep up with her mind. She stared at the lifeless body. Her first kill in this life. The once scarlet blood that had flowed so freely from the severed neck now lay in pools around the corpse and soaked into his light cotton clothing like some dummy that she once made for fun. But this one was real. And it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She left that dead body behind and settled to hid herself behind a giant tree in the corner. The dark red blood made its way out of her body. It oozed between the spaces between her fingers as she covered her wound with a shaky hand. Her vision became blurrier and all she could see was the scarlet blood that once flowed in her veins. As she watched the blood flowed, she chuckled bitterly. 'Each drop of blood slowly takes away the life in me, leaving me pale and weak, yet defying death,' she thought.

It became harder and harder for her to breath. She closed her eyes, thinking back about her victim before. 'I wonder if he felt the same way. But he looked different. His clothes were blood stained, but his blood wasn't scarlet like mine. It was too dark for red, too light for maroon. I don't know if there's a name for that colour, or maybe it doesn't matter.' She felt like laughing, but instead of laugh, it was cough. A painful cough.

After regaining her breath, she sighed heavily. "Man… I've just come back and enjoy peaceful life for around 4 years, and then these shitty things happen… my delicate body was going to be painted with scars again. Wow. Just wow."

She took another big gulp of air. "Ah… I missed my sword~ my lovely sword~" she hummed a little, wanting to let the stress out of her system. Her body had screamed for her to stop, but she knew she had no choice in this regard.

"You are really troublesome."

The newest guest was the reason.

She turned her head a little toward her guest, noting his relax demeanour. She took her time into assessing this new comer. A middle-aged man, he had a fit and tall body. The way his eyes shone and his overall movements told Yona that this one was no joke. She silently cursed. There is no way she could get away from this one, much less killing him. She was heavily injured too.

She gave him a wry smirk. "Thanks for the compliment." They both knew that it wasn't really a compliment, though.

Yona stood up. Her legs was shaking, it was actually hard for to even stand up steadily. But her face was void of painful expression, as if there were no injuries at all. Of course, it was alarming.

Yi-An narrowed his eyes. He had witnessed her fight before from afar. He had even thought of lending a hand in it, but it was all unnecessary attempts, as the child could not only hold her ground, but also defeated her opponent. To be honest, it was not only amazed, but also frightened him. He couldn't get into his head that the one stood in front of him was a mere four years old child. True, her movements lacked fluidness, strength and also speed. But the way she moved was different than an amateur. It was more like an injured soldier rather than a child's desperate movement. And that was what frightened Yi-An the most.

"How can you stand with wounds like that?" he asked, carefully fingering his sword, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Yona.

Yona let out a chuckled. 'I've had worse than this before, one in which I need to endure for a whole day of battle. Oh well, it's not like he need to know that.'

She smirked. "Wound? Ah, this? It's just a scratch, nothing big." She shrugged nonchalantly as she took a grip on the sword which she took from her victim, not even hiding her action.

Yi-An narrowed his eyes as he, too, unsheathed out his sword. His plan now was making the kid unconscious before left the scene. But before that, he might as well assess her skill first.

"Then let me give you a much bigger scratch."

Yona gave him a challenging smirk. "I'd like to see you try."

Their swords gleamed in the cool moon light. Yona knew that only one would walk away from this. Her sword was stained with blood from before, in contrast with the clean sword her opponent held. Yona shuffled to the side and waited in attack, and, possibly, inevitable death.

Yi-An charged. Then, Yona dodged to the side in one move. Her enemy swivelled in her direction. His menacing eyes were a blazing red when he thrust his sword forward, only to be met by Yona's sword. Both weapon met in the air with a resounding 'clang'. In that short moment, Yona knew that the man was a master swordsman.

Yona gritted her teeth. Her strength was no match with her opponent's strength. But for whatever reason, that man held back his strength, which half was relieving her, and half was angering her. 'If I am to die, I shall fight to the last breath.' With renewed vigour, she slashed her blade back and forth. Her wound began bleeding openly.

Yi-An felt the need to praise the young kid. Despite the injuries that she sustained, she could still move as steady as she previously did when she fought that brat. Not to mention, unlike other people he had fought before, there never once came the word honour from the kid's mouth. It was as if she knew all along that he was a person that didn't abide on honour or code.

Those soldiers and nobles always said that they fought with honour. But in actual reality, when it comes to the fight, especially in assassination, there's no honour, no code. All that matters is the win and they take nothing for granted.

There was times when instead of killing target, he was asked to retrieved something. At those times, he would cover the target's exit, there's nowhere to run. He'd offer them peace first, a chance to surrender on his terms, something they would of course refuse. Then the first blow came, a single arrow shot in their leader's heart. Then the negotiation restarted with the second in command. Perhaps it wasn't a fair fight, but was there anything fair in this world? After all, this world is brutal and cruel.

Suddenly, their fight was interrupted with a shout. "Hime-sama!"

"Hak?" Involuntarily, Yona widened her eyes a little. It was as if her ears were playing tricks on her. The Hak in this timeline never call her Hime-sama, he always called her Yona-sama. But why did she hear it? Did the blood lost made her hallucinate?

Yona blinked her eyes, her blurry vision didn't help one bit. Her focus wavered a little as she tried to find the source of the voice. She let her guard down a little, and Yi-An didn't let go this opportunity. He was quick to deliver a cut on her stomach, not too deep to kill but not too light to be ignored either. It jolted Yona, and she stumbled behind.

That made Hak raged. He sped up to Yi-An and delivered a punch, which was dodge easily. He was going to attack Yi-An, if not for Geun-Tae who stopped him.

"Oi! Kid!" Geun-Tae said as he stood in front of Hak while eyeing Yi-An dangerously. "Go take a look at Yona-sama first." Geun-Tae's gaze never left Yi-An.

Immediately, Hak remembered about Yona. He snapped his head toward her and rushed to her side. "Yona-sama." Yona could barely hold herself up. With her blurry gaze, Hak's image looked exactly like her Hak. Warmth surged inside her heart as she tried to smile to him.

As soon as he arrived, Yona collapsed in his embrace. He looked at her in alarm, but she let a tiny smile graced her face. "Don't … worry… I'm alright…" she said slowly in a small voice.

He held her body gently, as if holding a fragile little thing. He looked at her body, inspecting her state of injuries. Her head was injured; her face was adorned with cuts and bruises. The now browning blood had drizzled down her face like so much rain down a window pane. Cuts and slashes marrying her body, her clothes was wet in red, it was so obvious that she was not alright at all.

Burning rage hissed through his body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off him like ferocious waves.

When he turned at last to face Yi-An, His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. His lethal stare felt painful and piercing, as if his glare was tearing Yi-An heart apart with a blinding teal light. A final glance at his furious eyes confirmed Yi-An possible outcome. He was going to kill Yi-An, no doubt in it. In that moment Yi-An knew today was his unlucky day. Oh well, his luck had already run out as soon as he accepted this job anyway.

And now he was even unluckier. He had a furious kid ready to bite his head off and one of the strongest General ready to deliver his divine punishment. He was absolutely screwed.

"You… what the hell do you think you are doing?!" Hak growled in raged.

The question was met with a heavy silence.

Yona felt her body grew heavier and weaker. The blood lost made her feel dizzy. Her stomach felt sick and then one by one she lost control of her limbs until finally her head slumped. The pain was not even registered in her mind anymore. She could still hear, but she could control none of her body. Her vision got even blurrier until dark consumed her completely. Then, like a ghost, she slipped into a coma with death not far away.

To be continued

We'll soon reach the end of the this Arc~ I think one more chapter before we could move on to the next Arc. ;)

So, I'll talk a little about 'Yi-An'. He is actually an OC that I created that based on 'Kirigakure Saizo' in an otome game called 'Samurai Love Ballad: Party' by Voltage Inc. I changed his personality to fit this story though, but his appearance was like that. You could check him out if you are curious~ he was handsome, btw! ;)

Oh right, my university will start on Sept 13th. That means I couldn't update every two weeks anymore. So I'll change my update schedule into once a month. I'll see if I can update the next chapter in two weeks time, so I could end this Arc first before we move to the next Arc with a new schedule.

Alright, minna, don't forget to review, 'kay? Any comment, critiques, and advices is deeply welcome! :D

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Sage McGavin: Curious, aren't we? :3 all will be answered later~ if I told you, it won't be fun anymore~ XD

Afiana Arch : I'm glad that you enjoyed it! :D Hope you enjoyed the next one as well!

Unknown : Haha… It actually depends on where I want to cut it. most chapters is around 5k words, though sometimes it could be higher or lower than 5k. but I don't think it was long. There are other author who write around 10k words per chapter. -.- Anyway, thank you for loving my story! :D

Kanda Yuuki : Guess then, reader-san! :D Will he or will he not tell her? *evil*

Seaofhope : this is the newest update! Hope you enjoy it as well! :D

Deviedra : Thank you for loving my story! :D I like writing the King too! Maybe because I'm the one that set his personality? It felt easier to write about him than to write the other character.

Minako213 : This is the newest update~ ^^ enjoy~

See you guys on Oct 8th. Hopefully I could update by Sept 24th. No promise, though.

Ld-G sign out.