The Marksman waits for their detection mages to find the assassin who's hunting them.
"Did you detect any heat or living things? I can't see anyone... This motherfucker is really good at hiding..."
The mages still can't detect anything, even as other mages burn the forest to create light.
"Fuck... Where did that damn person hide?"
The detection mages suddenly spot something in the air. Her eyes lock onto a figure—someone standing in the sky as if floating.
There! Above us—someone's there!!
"Say less… I'll shoot it." The Marksman pulls the trigger of his sniper rifle, firing straight at the flying figure's head.
The figure plummets from the sky.
"Easy, motherfucker… Fighter, go grab that bastard who's been hunting us. I wanna see their face."
The fighter leaps with immense leg strength, soaring toward the falling body. But mid-air—a flash of light erupts, forming a star-shaped pattern across the fighter's entire body. Suddenly, his body is sliced apart, bursting into tiny chunks… even his blood sprays in larger pieces than his flesh.
A rain of blood drenches the ground and the faces of the three remaining people below.
The two mages collapsed to their knees, hands clamped over their mouths—whether to stifle screams or vomit, it was unclear. Their eyes stayed wide, unblinking, staring vacantly at the carnage as if their souls had already fled their bodies.
The Marksman Man clenched his fists, fury burning through him.
"Come out, you coward! Show yourself if you dare… Don't hide like a fucking dog!"
Then, from between the blazing trees, a figure emerged—dressed head-to-toe in tight black latex, only their eyes visible above a covered mouth, their short black hair barely shifting in the heat.
The mages gasped, tears streaming. "It's… him. No—her. The Silent Choir. Rank Zero. The one who slaughtered a million humans alone… We're dead."
They all trembled in terror—the gruesome death before their eyes proved they couldn't survive. Only desperate pleas remained. One by one, they dropped their weapons.
"Please… don't kill us… We've done nothing to you… PLEASE!" They begged, foreheads pressed to the ground.
Ryn stared at them, then sheathed her dagger… and vanished into the darkness.
The Marksman dared to glance up—she was gone. Relief flooded him as he rose from his bow.
"FUCK… Why is she here?! I almost died—LET'S GO! We need to move before we run into her again!"
He turned back—and froze. His two friends still knelt in submission… but their heads were gone. He scrambled backward, clawing at the dirt.
"Wh… when did they—?" Suddenly, his vision tilted, the world spinning as if his head were falling to the ground. His eyes glimpsed a pair of boots approaching…
CRUNCH.
Ryn stomped the man's severed head into pulp.
"Mission clear."
The next morning, Hwa woke up earlier than usual, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she took in the state of her room—it looked almost charred, as if a fire had broken out. Her hair was a mess, and her face still carried the grogginess of sleep.
"What happened last night?? Did I miss something?"
Yawning, she climbed out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. Fyrel was still fast asleep, and she already knew why—that sleeping mask was to blame. Sukatsu had told her everything.
After a quick shower, she stepped out wearing only a towel, searching for the clothes she'd brought from home… only to remember they'd all burned up.
"Ugh, I forgot… Why did I even soak the clothes I was wearing earlier?"
She walked over to Fyrel and tried shaking him awake—no luck. She jostled him harder, but suddenly he yanked her down, sending her tumbling onto the mattress.
Then—his hand groped one of her breasts.
"Huh—?!" Her face burned crimson.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
Still asleep, he absentmindedly kneaded her breast, and—
PANG!
Fyrel jolted upright like he'd been struck by a nightmare, clutching his stinging, reddened cheek. Rubbing the sore spot, he blinked at Hwa—who sat at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in just a towel.
"Mornin'… Why're you only in a towel? Did you just shower?"
She pointed silently at the wardrobe
- now completely charred black.
"Ohh... sorry, I forgot about last night's incident." Fyrel's eyes wandered over Hwa's figure, a teasing grin forming. "What do you say... shall we make some babies? Process some kids..."
Hwa remained silent. Then her towel slipped onto the bed, revealing her flawless white back in full view. Fyrel immediately averted his eyes, suddenly shy.
"Damn..."
But then an icy chill ran down his spine - the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by sharp, piercing eyes.
"Nahh... I forgot she's here too." He panicked internally. "I can't act like such a lame playboy in front of another girl! Fuck... Sukatsu probably know i will trying to take advantage of her Hwa!"
Quickly grabbing the fallen towel, Fyrel wrapped it back around Hwa and hugged her from behind.
" Iwas just joking... Besides, it's our first time. Maybe we should take things slow, right? I'll call the maid to bring you some clothes."
But Hwa completely ignored him, clearly sulking.
"What else did I do wrong now...?"
Are you sulking, Hwa? Sorry if my joke went too far... I promise I won't do it again." He made an exaggerated cute face, trying to lighten the mood.
Hwa shook her head.
"Then what?" Now he was genuinely curious - if that wasn't the reason, then why?
"Why don't you... continue your joke and make it happen?" Hwa mumbled, her cheeks flushing red.
His eyes widened at her unexpected words. In one swift motion, he pulled her body close and pinned her down on the mattress. With only a towel covering her before, Hwa was now completely naked to Fyrel's gaze from above. She could only turn her face sideways in embarrassment.
"If that's what you want... I'm not exactly a good guy, so be ready..." He gently turned her face towards his, their lips just inches apart when...
SLAM! The door burst open violently.
In a panic, they quickly rolled apart and yanked the blanket over themselves just as...
"Father... Mother!!! Good morning!!!" Haru, who had just woken up, came charging into their room.