The First Morning in Zigsmund Territory
Seongjin woke up at the usual time, his first morning in the Zigsmund territory. But instead of rising to begin his morning meditation, he lay still, gazing at the faint beams of light filtering in through the small window.
It was a strange feeling, something delicate and fragile, like an elusive sentiment that might vanish if he moved even a little.
‘Why do I feel so strange? Is it just because I’m in an unfamiliar place?’
Or perhaps he had overextended himself the night before.
As he raised his hand to block the sunlight, he caught sight of the small hand of a boy—familiar yet oddly foreign.
‘…Ah!’
He thought he might understand.
From now on, he would truly have to live as Mores. Perhaps the weight of this realization was weighing on him without him even noticing.
This life would be different from his previous one, which had been consumed by a singular pursuit of vengeance. This was no mere respite from death, nor a temporary existence to borrow and return to another.
This was a life filled with endless potential, a life as a beloved son in a family who loved him dearly—a life he could not afford to fail at.
‘This… feels too much for someone as old and worn as me.’
What had always…