“Don’t joke with me.”
Jio laughed.
“Here? Now? At the very last of the last moments, you want to stab me in the back? Your joke’s a bit much.”
Baek Dohyun said nothing.
The smile drained, little by little, from the corners of Jio’s mouth. With an expressionless face, she murmured,
“Traitor.”
‘It doesn’t matter anyway.’
As long as she died by Baek Dohyun’s hand somehow, the [Clock]’s condition would be met.
Jio strode across the snowfield. She yanked the hand that held the sword brutally toward herself.
“Mr. Jio!”
“Do it. Do it! Now!”
One who wanted to die and one who could not kill—bickering exploded into rough grappling almost at once.
The two rolled over the cold snow. Baek Dohyun clenched the hilt so it wouldn’t be wrested away and, pinning Jio, shouted,
“Gyeon Jioh!”
“You knew—you knew I’d never be able to do it!!”
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Ragged breaths poured out.
Jio’s eyelids fluttered. Baek Dohyun’s tears pattered hot across her cheek. They were warm.
“I can’t… I can’t. The only thing I have left now is…