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The car was driving through a familiar downtown. It was the city where Grace had been hiding.

"Where are you taking me now?"

"I'm on my way to the train station."

"yes?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the truck stopped in a deserted alley near the train station. The man took out his wallet and handed Grace a few crumpled bills.

"Take it."

Grace hung on to the man without taking any money.

"Sir, don't let me go, but let Ellie go. What did that child do wrong that you're saying this to? If you want revenge, do it to me! Pull out her fingernails, cut off her fingers. If that doesn't satisfy you, kill her. Do whatever you want, but please, just send the child to her father!"

She held onto him and cried and begged, but the old man didn't even glance at her. He just picked up her coat from the floor and stuffed bills into his pockets.

"Sir, please. Please save my daughter."

The old man let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"mister!"

"I'm not letting you go."

"yes?"

"Besides, I have no intention of seeking revenge. Nancy is different though."

"Then why on earth are you doing this?"

"If you avenge Nancy, she will let you and your daughter go."

The man reached behind the seat, took something out, and placed it on Grace's lap. It was a violin case.

"I will take good care of your daughter, so just think about what you have to do."

As soon as she saw the violin case, Grace's hands began to tremble uncontrollably as she realized what the old man meant by revenge.

"When I hear that you have done it, I will place an ad in the National Tribune and tell you where and when to meet. That's all I have to say. Now go."

But Grace was frozen in place and couldn't move. The man who had been waiting, just looking out the car window, spoke to the scared child in a calm tone.

"It's not that difficult."

"... ... ."

The old man looked back at Grace and paused. His eyes shook as if he had seen something shocking, then he stopped and glared at Grace sternly.

"I hope it won't be difficult."

The old man forcibly dragged Grace out, who was still holding on.

"We won't be there anymore, so don't even think about reporting us. Don't provoke Nancy. Just do as I say and I'll give you your daughter back."

"You know better than anyone that that can't be true!"

"I will ensure your daughter's safety. I owe you something."

"How could you do such a cruel thing when you owed me your life!"

He pushed Grace away from him, picked up his coat and violin case, and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Mister! Mister, please!"

Bam. The door closed and the car started moving. I chased the truck, even though I knew it was pointless, until my legs gave out and I fell over.

"Sob... ."

Grace, who was sitting down, saw the violin case she had thrown down earlier. The contents inside were clearly visible through the gap where the buckle was unbuckled.

Submachine gun.

As Grace stared at the corner of the alley where the car had disappeared and cried endlessly, the words the old man had thrown out along with the means of murder echoed in her head.

"Winston, is it cruel of you to kill that demon?"

To me, you are the devil.

Demons who do not hesitate to torture, rape, and murder, and even take children hostage. My daughter is held in the clutches of these demons.

The moment when she left Ellie alone flashed before her eyes. She saw tearful, blue-green eyes looking at her desperately through the gap in the paper bag in which the most precious child in the world was shabbily covered.

"I'll be right back."

The child's eyes spoke to her as she made promises she could not keep.

Mom, Ellie is scared.

That sight may be the last memory I have of you.

The moment that thought flashed through Grace's eyes, the look in her eyes changed.

"Ellie... ."

Grace crawled toward her violin case, dragging her weak legs along the rough dirt road. Sharp gravel and sand bit into her knees and shins, but she felt no pain. Only one name echoed in her confused mind.

"Ellie... ."

The bag containing the gun began to appear to Ellie. She hugged the bag, which was strewn across the floor, as if it were the most beloved person in the world.

No, you're the only person I love in the world.

"It's not that difficult."

It's not difficult.

º º º

It was already well past sunrise, but the surrounding area was as dark as dawn because of the thick gray clouds.

As the car approached Winston's front door, the gatekeeper, who saw the headlights, ran over and opened the door. Soon, the sedan left the mansion and slowly drove down the empty road, fighting through the pouring rain.

Campbell, sitting in the passenger seat, tried to recite the day's schedule as he had done for years, but gave up. The major sitting in the back seat probably wouldn't listen anyway.

These days, there are many times when I can't hear him even when he's right in front of me. His eyes are always unfocused. He's also become noticeably less talkative.

It looked like a corpse.

The day he opened his eyes again, the major had completely stopped his active media and social activities and was living in seclusion in his mansion. However, he went to the headquarters every single day without fail, so the word "seclusion" may be an exaggeration.

Even if the Major had just worked according to the habits he had developed over his many years in the military, the special task force would have continued as usual. However, even now, others began to notice that Major Winston was not the same as before.

The strict superior no longer says anything about the mistakes or wrongdoings of his subordinates. Those who do not know the truth about the attack say that people have become more lenient after being on the brink of death... .

well.

To him, the major seemed like a man who had lost the will to live.

Then, a few days ago, the major suddenly gave an incomprehensible order: to lift the ban on women and children leaving the country.

For the first time since he began working for him, Campbell asked three times whether he had understood the orders correctly.

And from that day on, the major began to look like someone waiting for something.

Is it just my excessive worry that I feel like I'm waiting for death?

A man who has everything is willing to give up his life for the sole reason that he cannot belong to a woman who has nothing.

Campbell unconditionally follows the Major's decision, no matter how reckless it may be, because he believes there must be a reason for it, but he will never understand this until the moment he dies.

Campbell was so afraid of the peace he now enjoyed that he missed the turbulent times when the Major would search the kingdom day and night in search of women.

I hope this doesn't end forever. I hope it's a hushed silence just before gunfire rains down again.

A soldier who should live for peace prayed for war.

Campbell's guess was correct. Leon was only waiting for death.

Kill me.

But his messenger had no answer.

Yeah, you still want me to be unhappy, so you won't show me any mercy.

Grace never kept her promise to call back. She knows she was just waiting all day for the phone to ring, believing an empty promise, and yet she still waits.

But I'll give you a call before I leave.

Maybe it was a promise to keep us waiting, to wait in hopeless anticipation forever.

I shouldn't have said that Grace's torture methods worked.

But that's right. I should be miserable forever.

He did not deserve that woman's mercy. He must endure Grace's punishment in Hell until she gives him the order to die someday. That was the day I fought the urge to put Grace's revolver under my chin and pull the trigger.

Squeak.

The car, which had been skidding, suddenly stopped.

"Is she crazy...?"

The moment the driver muttered a curse, Leon's intuition flashed. As soon as he turned his gaze straight ahead, life returned to his dead eyes.

A ghostly, pale woman stood in the blinding headlights.

Leon opened the door wide and went out into the pouring rain, approaching Grace without hesitation. Just one step away, the hand that had been hidden behind her back appeared.

What he held in both hands was a submachine gun.

Leon motioned for Campbell to stay away as he tried to run away after seeing the woman pointing a gun at him. His gaze was always on Grace's pale face.

"Is it my birthday today? Or is Christmas three months late?"

For the first time in three months, the feeling of the corners of my lips turning up felt unfamiliar.

"Whatever, it's definitely the day I die."

Women are not ghosts, they are reapers.

True to its name, the woman who was the most difficult puzzle in my life and my only blessing came to kill me.

Leon could not contain his joy and fearlessly stole the kiss of death from the reaper.

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

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The car was driving through a familiar downtown. It was the city where Grace had been hiding.

"Where are you taking me now?"

"I'm on my way to the train station."

"yes?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the truck stopped in a deserted alley near the train station. The man took out his wallet and handed Grace a few crumpled bills.

"Take it."

Grace hung on to the man without taking any money.

"Sir, don't let me go, but let Ellie go. What did that child do wrong that you're saying this to? If you want revenge, do it to me! Pull out her fingernails, cut off her fingers. If that doesn't satisfy you, kill her. Do whatever you want, but please, just send the child to her father!"

She held onto him and cried and begged, but the old man didn't even glance at her. He just picked up her coat from the floor and stuffed bills into his pockets.

"Sir, please. Please save my daughter."

The old man let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"mister!"

"I'm not letting you go."

"yes?"

"Besides, I have no intention of seeking revenge. Nancy is different though."

"Then why on earth are you doing this?"

"If you avenge Nancy, she will let you and your daughter go."

The man reached behind the seat, took something out, and placed it on Grace's lap. It was a violin case.

"I will take good care of your daughter, so just think about what you have to do."

As soon as she saw the violin case, Grace's hands began to tremble uncontrollably as she realized what the old man meant by revenge.

"When I hear that you have done it, I will place an ad in the National Tribune and tell you where and when to meet. That's all I have to say. Now go."

But Grace was frozen in place and couldn't move. The man who had been waiting, just looking out the car window, spoke to the scared child in a calm tone.

"It's not that difficult."

"... ... ."

The old man looked back at Grace and paused. His eyes shook as if he had seen something shocking, then he stopped and glared at Grace sternly.

"I hope it won't be difficult."

The old man forcibly dragged Grace out, who was still holding on.

"We won't be there anymore, so don't even think about reporting us. Don't provoke Nancy. Just do as I say and I'll give you your daughter back."

"You know better than anyone that that can't be true!"

"I will ensure your daughter's safety. I owe you something."

"How could you do such a cruel thing when you owed me your life!"

He pushed Grace away from him, picked up his coat and violin case, and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Mister! Mister, please!"

Bam. The door closed and the car started moving. I chased the truck, even though I knew it was pointless, until my legs gave out and I fell over.

"Sob... ."

Grace, who was sitting down, saw the violin case she had thrown down earlier. The contents inside were clearly visible through the gap where the buckle was unbuckled.

Submachine gun.

As Grace stared at the corner of the alley where the car had disappeared and cried endlessly, the words the old man had thrown out along with the means of murder echoed in her head.

"Winston, is it cruel of you to kill that demon?"

To me, you are the devil.

Demons who do not hesitate to torture, rape, and murder, and even take children hostage. My daughter is held in the clutches of these demons.

The moment when she left Ellie alone flashed before her eyes. She saw tearful, blue-green eyes looking at her desperately through the gap in the paper bag in which the most precious child in the world was shabbily covered.

"I'll be right back."

The child's eyes spoke to her as she made promises she could not keep.

Mom, Ellie is scared.

That sight may be the last memory I have of you.

The moment that thought flashed through Grace's eyes, the look in her eyes changed.

"Ellie... ."

Grace crawled toward her violin case, dragging her weak legs along the rough dirt road. Sharp gravel and sand bit into her knees and shins, but she felt no pain. Only one name echoed in her confused mind.

"Ellie... ."

The bag containing the gun began to appear to Ellie. She hugged the bag, which was strewn across the floor, as if it were the most beloved person in the world.

No, you're the only person I love in the world.

"It's not that difficult."

It's not difficult.

º º º

It was already well past sunrise, but the surrounding area was as dark as dawn because of the thick gray clouds.

As the car approached Winston's front door, the gatekeeper, who saw the headlights, ran over and opened the door. Soon, the sedan left the mansion and slowly drove down the empty road, fighting through the pouring rain.

Campbell, sitting in the passenger seat, tried to recite the day's schedule as he had done for years, but gave up. The major sitting in the back seat probably wouldn't listen anyway.

These days, there are many times when I can't hear him even when he's right in front of me. His eyes are always unfocused. He's also become noticeably less talkative.

It looked like a corpse.

The day he opened his eyes again, the major had completely stopped his active media and social activities and was living in seclusion in his mansion. However, he went to the headquarters every single day without fail, so the word "seclusion" may be an exaggeration.

Even if the Major had just worked according to the habits he had developed over his many years in the military, the special task force would have continued as usual. However, even now, others began to notice that Major Winston was not the same as before.

The strict superior no longer says anything about the mistakes or wrongdoings of his subordinates. Those who do not know the truth about the attack say that people have become more lenient after being on the brink of death... .

well.

To him, the major seemed like a man who had lost the will to live.

Then, a few days ago, the major suddenly gave an incomprehensible order: to lift the ban on women and children leaving the country.

For the first time since he began working for him, Campbell asked three times whether he had understood the orders correctly.

And from that day on, the major began to look like someone waiting for something.

Is it just my excessive worry that I feel like I'm waiting for death?

A man who has everything is willing to give up his life for the sole reason that he cannot belong to a woman who has nothing.

Campbell unconditionally follows the Major's decision, no matter how reckless it may be, because he believes there must be a reason for it, but he will never understand this until the moment he dies.

Campbell was so afraid of the peace he now enjoyed that he missed the turbulent times when the Major would search the kingdom day and night in search of women.

I hope this doesn't end forever. I hope it's a hushed silence just before gunfire rains down again.

A soldier who should live for peace prayed for war.

Campbell's guess was correct. Leon was only waiting for death.

Kill me.

But his messenger had no answer.

Yeah, you still want me to be unhappy, so you won't show me any mercy.

Grace never kept her promise to call back. She knows she was just waiting all day for the phone to ring, believing an empty promise, and yet she still waits.

But I'll give you a call before I leave.

Maybe it was a promise to keep us waiting, to wait in hopeless anticipation forever.

I shouldn't have said that Grace's torture methods worked.

But that's right. I should be miserable forever.

He did not deserve that woman's mercy. He must endure Grace's punishment in Hell until she gives him the order to die someday. That was the day I fought the urge to put Grace's revolver under my chin and pull the trigger.

Squeak.

The car, which had been skidding, suddenly stopped.

"Is she crazy...?"

The moment the driver muttered a curse, Leon's intuition flashed. As soon as he turned his gaze straight ahead, life returned to his dead eyes.

A ghostly, pale woman stood in the blinding headlights.

Leon opened the door wide and went out into the pouring rain, approaching Grace without hesitation. Just one step away, the hand that had been hidden behind her back appeared.

What he held in both hands was a submachine gun.

Leon motioned for Campbell to stay away as he tried to run away after seeing the woman pointing a gun at him. His gaze was always on Grace's pale face.

"Is it my birthday today? Or is Christmas three months late?"

For the first time in three months, the feeling of the corners of my lips turning up felt unfamiliar.

"Whatever, it's definitely the day I die."

Women are not ghosts, they are reapers.

True to its name, the woman who was the most difficult puzzle in my life and my only blessing came to kill me.

Leon could not contain his joy and fearlessly stole the kiss of death from the reaper.

************************************************** ***

Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

************************************************** **