“What you’re curious about in the end, Young miss…… is ‘the truth,’ isn’t it?”
Whether that old man is really your blood relative, or not.
Smiling, Maegu stroked Gyeon Geum-hee’s cheek. Smack—swiftly swatted away like a summer mosquito.
“Don’t wag your tail at the youngest.”
“Tch…… If only you’d dote on Yuni like that too. How lovely would that be?”
“I’m going. Bye.”
“Th-this! It’s—well—the ‘past,’ you see!”
Jioh plopped back down as she clung to him again.
Sniffling with a face full of grievance, Maegu continued.
“Hhic, b-based on Y-Yuni’s m-memories—hiccup—th-think of it as a kind of virtual world……”
“Tsk. Cut it out. You’re grating.”
“……S-stopping. Hic.”
Static crept into the middle, but to summarize Maegu’s explanation:
A fox marble where the thousand-year great yokai’s eldritch power is stored.
True to a treasure orb said to let even a fool comprehend the principles of earth, sky, and man if swallowed, it contains countless stories of the world.
Naturally, the life of Gyeon Taeseong—who lived just a bit over thirty years—is in there as well.
“So go in and see it for yourself. Find out who abandoned Your Highness’s father, and…