Web novel written by God - Web novel written by God chapter 87

Soakju had arrived first.

He was well aware that Gwak Dang was very afraid of So Ak-ju, while Oh Bong-ju was ambiguous. But now it’s clear.

I could sense that he was also afraid of Soakju, who was much younger than his daughter.

It was because I was intimidated like a rat in front of a poisonous snake.

It was quiet there, without saying anything, for the three of them gathered in one place.

As soon as I entered, the faces of the two came back to life, albeit slightly.

Gwakdang introduced Soakju without Katabuta.

“To my deepest emotion, Soju personally came down and sat with me.”

Soakju had his face covered with a veil. However, at least two eyes were exposed, so I could properly feel her gaze.

It was so sharp and cold that the transparent glass beads seemed to gleam.

Soakju only raised his eyes and looked at me.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you, Lord Soak. This is Lee Hwan. And this is my student, Kim Min-joon.”

Her gaze went through me, stayed on Minjun for a moment, and then dispersed.

“sit down please.”

Indeed, the feeling of indifferent and cold voice is dominant. I misunderstood that if I didn’t know her personality, she might be despising me.

From the first impression I just received, honestly, I couldn’t help but admire it.

Mysteriously beautiful eyes and a round forehead without a single blemish shone.

Even though her face was covered, Soakju’s beauty was already piercing through the veil.

It was hard to believe that the fine hands were also those of a person who had learned martial arts.

Clean and white without a single flaw, it briefly tapped the table twice.

Knock knock.

It was only a very small sound. Nevertheless, the ladies-in-waiting rushed in and knelt down.

“Guests have also arrived. Do you want to prepare now?”

The command was natural, and the dignity that was distinguished from the common man came out in it.

Apparently, the character of Soakju wasn’t just cruel.

He was also perfected as a monarch.

* * *

The ladies-in-waiting became busy, but this side was just quiet. It was because Soakju was drinking tea in silence.

Min-jun’s toes were busy wiggling under the table, as if this uncomfortable atmosphere was unbearable.

“… … Do you want to hear it?”

When the mouth of the Soakju finally opened.

Oh Bong-ju and Kwak Dang reacted immediately like Pavlov’s dogs.

The two immediately put down the cups they were drinking from and bowed their heads toward the soakju.

she asked.

“The match yesterday was close, right?”

When Oh Bong-ju glanced at Gwak-dang, Gwak-dang made a short protest with only his eyes.

“But it is strange. It was a confrontation that ended when one of the two died. No one has been hurt by anything like that.”

“that… … .”

Oh Bong-ju tried to answer, but Soak-ju did not wait.

“How would it feel to be defeated by a younger junior? Even if it was overwhelmingly lost. Now I’m trying to understand that feeling. If it was too bad, would you avoid contact? Knowing how much it will disappoint me.”

Soakju’s tone was as calm as if he were reading a book. His gaze was not on Oh Bong-ju, but on the teacup he was drinking.

As the calm voice continued, cold sweat broke out on Oh Bong-ju’s temples.

“… … At that time, I was busy replaying the confrontation.”

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.

“So don’t push the harsh person. If you can prove it, it is possible even here.”

Oh, it goes pretty hard.

Oh Bong-ju immediately moved into action. A resonance occurred as he grabbed the teacup.

The teacup vibrated as if it would break at any moment, and the water droplets in the cup quickly bounced up. A hum spread out.

It was to prove the level of swordsmanship, which is the intermediate level of transcendence, with a teacup.

“It was a realization I had been waiting for so long. I should have stopped fighting. Dang Yi seemed to have a short insight, but it was just a process of trying to contain realizations.”

Oh Bong-ju’s voice grew slightly louder.

“Jidani am I? To that rude kid? you’re welcome! Soju, don’t jump to conclusions.”

Soakju was set as a character without a smile. However, I was able to find a smile that quickly passed through Soakju’s eyes.

Of course, when she looked back at me, she had the same cold eyes as the first time.

“But the customer thinks differently, right?”

At that time, Oh Bong-ju avoided Soak-ju’s gaze and shook his head. He expects me to agree in moderation.

But that’s how it doesn’t work. Soakju is personally stepping up to speed up the development, but refusing to do so is like an idiot.

“I don’t even want to hear excuses from losers. Please attach the Sabongju.”

Even as I spoke, I spat out forcefully to clear my bitter heart.

“Right now.”

[The writer was greatly surprised.

“Give up sundae soup? Do you have sundae soup?” ]

yes. Gotta keep the flow. Now you know how serious I am about this piece.

[The writer was sincerely moved.

“How could I give up sundaegukbap… … . You eat sundae soup… … .” ]

* * *

[The writer made up his mind.

“good! I can’t be alone either. Will this give me more strength?” ]

[The writer conceived (Episode – Daryl’s son-in-law). ]

[ Daryl Son-in-law (Episode)

Content: A small demon of swordsmanship, Mayoha. In the confrontation between Lee Hwan and the lords, she becomes convinced that Lee Hwan’s martial arts is already in the ranks of the king and master.

Soakju reports this to Akju, and especially asserts that Lee Hwan must be interrogated and then killed because he is learning the secret technique of a monk.

However, Akju thought differently. In his eyes, Lee Hwan was the perfect man to be his son-in-law.

Akju strongly promotes marriage. ]

Shoot!

Time has stopped.

“how is it?”

The writer walked in from the entrance.

For some reason, the direct involvement of the artist seems to be increasing recently.

Should I say that face-to-face meetings are frequent?

“I haven’t decided yet what will happen next. that’s your reward As long as Akju promotes marriage, as long as you don’t reject it.”

The writer stopped right next to Soakju.

“This woman is yours.”

At the same time, the writer took off the veil of Soakju.

The moment her entire face, which had been covered by a small piece of cloth, was revealed, her whole face came close up.

The line descending from the forehead passed through the elegantly extended bridge of the nose and shined at the tip of the nostril.

Even though she had no makeup at all, the color of her soft skin and the red tone of her lips stood out, and her slender face as a whole had a surprisingly beautiful and refined beauty.

It seems that I was momentarily dazed from the shock that seemed to grip my chest tightly.

I came to my senses from the author’s smirk.

“are you okay. It’s natural. Whether it’s a man or a woman, I can’t come to my senses in front of this face.”

Following the artist’s gesture, I approached Soakju.

Standing close to Soakju, admiration naturally burst out.

“Writer. You are amazing!”

From noble mtl dot com

I didn’t even dare to touch this perfect piece of work to be buried in the dust.

“Well then. who made it.”

In fact, it wasn’t that I didn’t have any expectations of how the beauty that was expressed in all colors in the work would appear in reality.

But really, it was more than what I was expecting.

Soakju’s beauty made the viewer take a step back and create a distance. The writer watched me like that and spat out with a satisfied smile.

“I know. Once you make up your mind, do it right.”

“Sleep, hold on.”

“as you please.”

The small laugh of the artist hihi came from the side.

I ignored that and continued staring at Soakju’s face.

It was to get used to.

Even when he was chopping up demons, seeing dead people, and actually finishing the Great Disciple of the Blood Temple, his heart, which hadn’t been shaken at all, was beating wildly.

Lee Hwan also had a man’s heart that could not be helped.

Of course, it’s not about coveting female colors.

This heart, now beating, seemed to be caused by Staldang syndrome. The momentary impulse and excitement you feel when you see a great work of art.

The modifier of God’s perfect creation is often used in art. The beauty of that modifier was present here.

“here.”

When I did something, it was a chair. The author brought it to me.

sat there and said.

“Won’t the men stay still?”

“Where is the man alone? That’s why you cover your face with a veil. Even within my realm habitually.”

I put my hand on my chest. It was more subdued than at first, but the quality of the heartbeat was still strong.

“Look at this. It makes even the old Lee Hwan’s heart throb. Regardless of my age, I’ve been through all of the prenatal battles.”

“of course. It is the work of this body.”

“The color of the sky.”

“okay.”

“Gyeonggukji color.”

“okay.”

“Wolfew watering. A beauty that can ruin a country.”

“okay!”

“If this is known to the real world, it will be a big deal, right?”

“huh?”

“Perhaps, someone who has seen Soakju in the past will have already admired it, and someone who has seen Soakju in the future will have no choice but to adore it… … The flies must be quite entangled.”

“Sure.”

The writer scratched the bridge of his nose with a slightly embarrassed face.

“no. very good. Now I understand and feel it. Why aren’t there stories like that often in martial arts novels? Cases where the main character’s sub-hero gets their eyes on it and ends up being used as an ingredient for cider.”

“Buhiroin? It must be a heroine.”

“no. Must be Buhiro. The real Yeoju seems to be decided until the end of the work, and it is naturally born in the competitive structure between the Buhiro people.”

As the conversation continued until there, my heart calmed down.

It’s fortunate indeed.

Thanks to the writer, if I hadn’t had the chance to see it like this, Lee Hwan’s stupid appearance, dazed by Soakju’s beauty, would have been portrayed in the near future.

But now I’m ready to calmly accept it.

In addition, such a calm appearance of Lee Hwan will give Soakju a new surprise and liking.

“It makes sense. If the heroine is decided from the beginning of the work, the fun is lost.”

No matter when he was holding it, the author had a thick book and a pen in his hand.

“Shoakju Mayoha… … Buhiroin.”

The writer mumbled and wrote it down there. I sighed in surprise.

“Setup notes?”

It was an actual setup note.

I could only see it through the message window!

The author put the pen in there and folded the booklet. As expected, on the cover of the booklet, the title ‘Setup Note’, written in the author’s actual handwriting, looked large.

“Can I have a look too?”

At my words, the writer’s face hardened sternly. He glared at me briefly with such a serious face, and made no reply.

At that time, I felt as if I had shrunk, as if I was in front of Soakju.

The calmed heart beat again.

There have been many things with the writer, but this is the first time.

“… … You have an analog side. I thought you were working on a laptop. It’s usually like that.”

When the topic was changed, the author barely nodded.

“I write on my notebook. But the settings are handled separately. This talk is over. So, are you thinking of refusing marriage? You are a Buhiro.”

“It hasn’t even progressed so far. You never know. It would be fresh to break the readers’ expectations and proceed with marriage.”

“Did you tell me? Don’t be selfish.”

“Don’t you remember? Did you say just a moment ago that it would be fine if I just refused?”

“You don’t remember that either? Did you say that Yeoju was born in the competitive structure of the Buhiro people?”

“what… … Anyway, that episode is good.”

“Because it’s a reward that moved me.”

“yes. Then, knowing that, I will push forward.”

I couldn’t look at Soakju’s face anymore.

What caught my attention was the setting note held like a treasure in the arms of the artist.