Chapter 126: Palanquin Case (11)

Chapter 126: Palanquin Case (11)

On the other hand, Seol Young was nervous.

‘He is really committed.’

If the fact of stealing the treasure was discovered, everything would be over. Seol Young was willing to leave here, but Zaha didn’t seem to want to.

They got out of there and moved slowly without making any noise. When they reached the entrance, he put his ear to the wall to check and it was quiet.

Nod.

After exchanging signals with Zaha, he opened the passage and they got out of there. Just before leaving, Zaha reached out and took a ritual candle.

How natural his actions were in stealing. Seol Young couldn’t help but think to himself.

‘if he goes in there a couple more times, then this place would be ruined.’

It truly was a misfortune for this place that Zaha had stepped foot here.

When they left, both of them had calm faces and didn’t look like thieves at all.

They left the palace and went to Zaha’s place.

He told the couple to lock the doors and keep watch outside.

It was dark because it was already sunset.

“Now then...”

The first thing Zaha did was light up the place.

He brought a mirror stand and placed the mirror he had stolen there. Then Seol Young wrote Hyo Wol’s name on the paper and handed it to him.

“Priest, here.”

“Watch carefully from now on.”

Zaha lit the candle he had brought from the shrine in front of the mirror. The flame burned slowly and touched the paper.

“I am asking you to show me in detail the most important moment that will come for this person.”

The smoke reflected on the mirror, and at some point, the actual smoke and the smoke being reflected began to move differently, and it spread on the surface of the mirror and formed an image.

Seol Young’s eyes went wide.

The blurry image was becoming clearer. The sunrise flag.

The ritual.

Hyo Wol’s back could be seen between the flags.

‘Third-hyung....’

Seol Young stared at it. However, some things were a bit different.

Hyo Wol hurriedly ran to the harp box as if he was being chased by something. His movements looked stiff, but he was lightning fast.

Nobody stopped him.

Zaha couldn’t be seen there, but Seol Young was there. He tried to hold Hyo Wol but missed him by a second.

In the blink of an eye, Hyo Wol ran into the harp box, and it was as if he was possessed by something.

“What is it?”

Seol Young couldn’t understand.

“Why did he have to run into it in a hurry? Was he possessed? It is my first time seeing it. Third-rang has such a positive outlook and character so he isn’t the type to be influenced by the mood of...”

“Well...”

Zaha also stared into the mirror. The top of the harp box rattled, and then it stopped moving.

It seemed as if the scene had frozen. The smoke from the burning paper began to dissipate before they realized it.

“All done.”

Zaha extinguished the ritual candle.

“What we need to do is stop him. If we stop him from doing what he is being made to do, the power of this harp box might break. I will protect the harp box from opening, so you watch over your third hyung.”

“I understand.”

Hyo Wol’s life was at stake. Even if no one said anything, he was going to watch Hyo Wol very closely.

Seol Young promised that to himself. Yet there was this strange feeling of uneasiness in the corner of his heart.

Without realizing it, his fingers fiddled with his wrist, and a golden light shone.

It glowed around his fingertips, and the spell around his wrist was changing.

Ah.

Seol Young hurriedly pulled his fingers back, and the light flickered.

‘What is this?’

Before Zaha saw it and said something, he put his hand back. Now that he didn’t have spiritual power, he was wary of everything.

It might not be obvious to others, but Seol Young knew how careful he was being.

And considering what he was doing, he had to be as careful as he could.

Seol Young got up.

“Then let’s go. We have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Right.”

Zaha was lost in thought.

It was that look, and Seol Young just looked at her, pretending to be calm.

And he looked behind her.

Zaha was standing next to the harp box.

He would not leave that place until the ritual was over.

‘Just do this. Do it like this....’

Seol Young thought.

‘But why do I feel anxious?’

He could feel Hyo Wol’s righteous weapon in his hand. Having it made him feel a little less anxious. And he thought that he would never be able to let go of it.

He had been holding it since last night.

‘Then why is this...’

Seol Young turned his gaze.

Baek Eon, Song Ok, and Hyo Wol were right next to each other, and they were talking with the Pavilion Head.

Yet, his heart pounded.

‘Why...’

He squeezed the small plum blossom again with his left hand.

However, at that moment, his vision shook, and a scene appeared before his eyes.

He felt the familiar sensation in his hand.

He couldn’t believe it.

‘....Memory Projection?’

Why did it suddenly happen when he lost his spiritual power?

That was one thing...

‘Then this thing belongs to a dead person?’

His blood went cold.

‘NO!’

But the images were pouring through his head.

It was Hyo Wol’s time.

He broke through the flags, hurriedly jumped into the harp box, and slammed the lid shut.

‘What?’

Hyo Wol’s thoughts seemed to be vivid, like they were being conveyed to him.

At that time, there was a loud noise outside the harp box. Amidst the buzzing noise, someone’s voice could be clearly heard.

“W-What is that, suddenly....”

It was Song Ok’s voice.

‘.......???’

Seol Young listened.

‘These words....’

Hyo Wol was shocked.

‘This...?’

“Then, shoot!”

At that moment, he heard another voice.

The voice came from Hwang Soo, who assisted the King.

“Yes.”

Song Ok replied with a calm face, and it made Seol Young turn pale.

In the Memory Projection, it was the time of the festival. Song Ok, who was picked from the lottery, was about to shoot the harp box.

“What?! Why did you go back at that time?”

Hyo Wol barely turned around and tapped on the harp box.

“Strange! Open it!”

But the harp box didn’t budge.

“Second-rang! Don’t shoot!”

Hyo Wol desperately yelled.

“Stop! You shouldn’t shoot the arrow! Ahhh! Seol Young!!!”

At that moment, there was this booming sound, and a sharp arrow struck the harp box, and he could feel the piercing pain in his heart.

Hyo Wol’s body fell forward. Warm blood covered his chest and flowed through the hole the arrow pierced.

Then his sight went black.

‘....!’

Seol Young was in shock. Now he knew the secret.

No, he already knew it, but something kept preventing him from recalling it.

The time inside the harp flowed differently!