༺ Wi Seol-Ah’s Memory of that Day ༻
Wi Seol-Ah’s memory of that day.
Wi Seol-Ah like today would sometimes have weird dreams.
A dream where she would wield and swing her sword underneath the moonlight at night.
Wi Seol-Ah would think that this dream was a nightmare.
Too many people died whenever she swung her sword. Even then, the Wi Seol-Ah that killed people didn’t seem to be affected at all.
It was scary to see the people that were infuriated at her for some unknown reason, but the Wi Seol-Ah in her dream didn’t seem to care.
It was a beautiful sword.
It looked similar to the sword her Grandpa showed her a while back.
Grandpa hated me for wielding a sword. I copied Grandpa’s movements to get praise, but instead he got angry at me.
And on that day Grandpa cried.
That was the first time I saw him cry.
After that happened, I promised that I would never play with a sword again.
That promise finally stopped Grandpa’s crying.
He stopped crying, yet he seemed to be wailing inside.
Other people say stuff like, he is benevolent? He is generous? They always use words I don’t understand but I know.
That he is always crying.
Grandpa would always apologize. What is he sorry for? Seol-Ah is happy.
Is it similar to how the maid sisters tell me ‘You don’t need to know yet as you are still young’? I don’t want to be young though...
The version of myself in my dream was tall. My hair was also way longer.
She also had white hair unlike the black one I currently have.
She also had a pretty face.
Everyone says that I’m pretty, but that version of myself in my dream was much prettier.
Can I also become like that?
Then I suddenly got reminded of the Young Master.
‘Young master never says that I’m pretty...’
Everyone told me I was pretty after my hair was tied, so I ran over to Young Master to brag about my appearance.
However, the Young Master averted his gaze right away.
Do I not look pretty in his eyes...?
Young Master is a kind person.
He was the first friend I made after living with only Grandpa for so long.
He was a friend at first, but Grandpa told me that I have to call him Young Master now.
He told me I can’t call him a friend, and that I’d get in trouble if I did...
So I began calling him Young Master.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m
Young master looked scary at first, but after I mustered up my courage and spoke to him, he turned out to be a good person.
He told me the potato I gave him was delicious and even gave me a yakgwa. At first, I was so surprised after tasting the yakgwa.
Yakgwa was way tastier than a potato. After that I didn’t have to eat potatoes.
Young Master would always give me yakgwa every single day.
It’d be nice if he also ate it along with me but he told me that he didn’t like sweets.
But when I asked the servant sisters, they told me that the Young Master always loved sweets.
And that he would eat them every day before I came here. Is he lying now so that he can give them to me?
He seems to like dumplings though...
Yesterday he also bought yakgwa and dumplings. I even saw him smile which he rarely does.
But for some reason my heart would ache whenever I see him smile.
When I told Grandpa about this, Grandpa looked at the Young Master with scary eyes. I never saw Grandpa make that face before.
Young Master laughed at me yesterday saying that my face was becoming rounder and rounder because of how I would eat so much snacks.
...So mean, I’m not going to eat yakgwa anymore.
‘...’
N-Not completely, but I’ll only eat tw-two.
So that Young Master would sometimes make the same face as my Grandpa would when he looked at me.
The look he gave me when we first met in the streets.
Like he did when the big hour appeared during our return journey.
The way he looked at me was just like how my Grandpa looked at me.
Why do I feel happy?
Does the Young Master also think that I’m not happy?
I didn’t understand.
I kept dreaming, but today’s nightmare was a little different. I was supposed to wake up by this point, but this was the first time I saw this part of the dream.
The dream continued on and I went into some random house.
In the house there were more people who were also angry at me like before.
I fought again.
My body was drenched in blood. It seemed like I was wounded. Does that not hurt me?
I seemed to be really strong. A lot of people would charge at me but I’d still persevere through.
It was similar to Grandpa’s story. In his story, Grandpa was the strongest.
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