How To Kill A KingCh58 - Read The Records

Hyun-woo and Min-jun read through countless accounts of sudden deaths. If the culprit was a Gifted, then they were dealing with a hellish persona. They did not discriminate between the young or the old or the weak or the strong, taking hold of whoever was near. What kind of person could be behind this? A person as cruel as nature itself.

“Min-jun, look at this,” Hyun-woo said, handing him an old book with torn edges. Min-jun took it, eyes tracing the ink. VdDqZY

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“By morning, the villagers had grown so weary and fearful of the man, that they brought him out into the center of the town. They threw a black cloth over him and tied him up in rope. The leader spoke in a booming voice: ‘If you wish to live, you will lift your curse.’ The man cackles, mocking him. They roll him up in a straw mat and beat him, and then leave his corpse to be buried in the mass graves. In the morning, he had vanished from sight.” 

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His body had been moved. That likely meant that the man had survived. Why had he stopped, only to resurface all of a sudden? Had he known that the King had left the Palace? For all he knew someone might have planted the information. It was suspicious enough that only one journal spoke of the man behind all of these deaths. Perhaps this was Mother pulling his strings again.

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“Put this one to the side,” Min-jun told Hyun-woo. “See if you can finding anything else about him.” sTHqon

There were several more entries referring to a mysterious man at the center of all the plague attacks. Most of them stated that the man ended up escaping each time. There were brief descriptions of a foreigner with red hair and blue eyes. That sort of person would stand out even in Wolgwang City.

Hyun-woo set aside another journal with a sigh. “If this guy is even real, he’s gonna be hard to catch.”

Indeed, they seemed to be dealing with a bonafide madman. Of all the criminals they dealt with on a regular basis, this type was the most unpredictable. It was also the type Mother enjoyed taming the most. A Gifted with an attitude problem? He’d fit right in.

There were several foreigners in Mother’s arsenal. The language barrier had usually kept Min-jun’s conversations with them short and precise. It seemed entirely possible that Mother might’ve sent one of them to wreak havoc in Wolgwang City. If that was the case, cursing the King was part of the plan, but killing him wasn’t. There was no point in sending someone else to do Min-jun’s job after they’d gone to all this trouble to send him to the Palace.

“Let’s bring everyone else back for now,” Min-jun said. By now, Ha Jil and the others should be well on their way to finishing their rounds: Enlisting the help of local authorities, telling people there had been a breakthrough of Time’s Plague, advising them to stay at home, asking if they’d seen anyone suspicious lurking around on the streets, etc..  Min-jun didn’t expect it to reap any results, but if the man was stupid enough to panic and make a run for it, they’d be able to catch him before then.

. . .

No one tried to make a run for it, according to Ha Jil and the head of Wolgwang City’s Investigative Bureau. Min-jun and Hyun-woo meet up with the rest of the crew at Hyun-woo’s apartment. The six of them sit on the floor, drinking high amounts of tea (because Ha Jil wasn’t willing to let them use any of the more potent stimulants) as they went about working in silence. Si-yeol had fallen asleep an hour ago, snoring away in a bundle of blankets he always kept in the trunk tucked into a corner of the room. Dae-yeong was bent over a piece of paper, painting the faces of strangers who fit Min-jun’s description. Meanwhile, Min-jun looked through the rosters of people staying in the local Inns, hoping one of the names would stand out to him. If the man had been sent by Mother, this was where the clues would be. Hidden in the most ordinary places.

He found nothing except columns of ordinary names. None of Dae-yeong’s suspects fit the target’s description. The day had gone to waste. xCHmrB

They returned to their respective homes when the night began to turn to dawn. Min-jun didn’t sleep, preferring to stay up all night in an attempt to find a missing puzzle piece to a picture he couldn’t even envision. He stayed up listening to the King’s uneven breaths, taking comfort in their presence. Two days more. His hand moved to check the King’s temperature. Too high, still. The cold compress had done nothing to ease it. A normal illness would’ve killed him by now, with how high his fever was running.

Min-jun licked his lips, a headache beginning to pulse in his skull. Was he supposed to let the King die? Mother knew how to leave clues only her subordinates would understand. With no direction from her, Min-jun didn’t know which way to turn. Meanwhile, the traitorous part of him, the part imbued with his birth mother’s teachings, desperately wanted to save the King. The dissonance split him in two and left him unable to make up his mind. What a worthless assassin he made. He shook his head. It was no use thinking about these things. The damage had already been done. He could not give up, not unless he was willing to bargain Su-jin’s well-being along with the hatred that had kept him from falling apart all these years.

For now, all he could do was try to find the suspect before the appointed time. And then? A slew of questions bombarded him once more. Min-jun clutched his chest, heart pounding, mind flooded with countless scenarios. And then, a quiet, raspy voice brought his attention back to the King. He didn’t say anything of importance, whispering Min-jun’s name like a chant over and over again.

“Yes, yes, I’m here,” Min-jun murmured, taking his hand. “Did you miss my voice that much?” aRPChg

The King let out a quiet noise of agreement, head tilting in Min-jun’s direction.

Perhaps he was delirious?

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