Episode 6

 

Kenyan couldn’t admit his state. And at the same time, he couldn’t understand it. He looked down at Lindsey, holding her wrist.

 

His mood was too strange.

 

It felt like waves crashing in his head. A pleasant sensation he had never felt before.

 

It felt like walking on clouds. The thirst that was devouring him the moment he touched Lindsey vanished in an instant.

 

He wanted to keep touching Lindsey.

 

Soon, Kenyan felt anger and disgust. His face turned red.

 

“She’s just a half-breed! Born from dirty blood…”

 

But he wanted to touch her?

 

You’re going insane, Kenyan Radian.

 

Lindsey seemed to look at him with an impressed expression.

 

Normally, he would have yelled at her, asking where she got the nerve to look at him with those dirty eyes. But he couldn’t say anything as if his throat was blocked.

 

“Let go of this.”

 

Even with her words, Kenyan didn’t release her wrist.

 

“Why should I?”

 

He had to ignore Lindsey and move on. He had been doing so for the past two years.

 

He had no interest in humans other than Azhets and other transcendent beings.

 

His mind was already at its limit to care about others.

 

And especially if the target was Lindsey Kesion.

 

The luxurious Lindsey Kesion. The sinful Lindsey Kesion…

 

“Kenyan. You shouldn’t associate with those with dirty blood.”

 

“They are cursed.”

 

“Healing from dirty blood will only make you hurt more!”

 

Lindsey Kesion was the dirty blood her mother spoke of. She was even a being who had not awakened as a Saint.

 

If she went to Marquis Kesion, he would probably be disowned by her family.

 

He had to ignore her.

 

He shouldn’t pay attention.

 

He had to let her know straight what position she was in, daring to speak arrogantly to him.

 

But Kenyan couldn’t do anything. All he could do was silently look down at Lindsey.

 

It felt like becoming a child who couldn’t do anything.

 

Kenyan stared at Lindsey as if he were possessed. Wine was dripping from her head. It was strange.

 

That wine seemed very sweet.

 

“Leave me alone. I’m leaving now.”

 

At her words, Kenyan forced a laugh.

 

“You’re going to leave like that?”

 

“What’s it to you? Have you suddenly started feeling sorry for me?”

 

“… “

 

“Just keep doing what you’ve been doing. Say I’m not fit to be with a dirty hybrid! That was your favorite thing to say, right?”

 

“You…!”

 

“Why, does it annoy you when a hybrid speaks up?”

 

Kenyan’s eyes narrowed. He tried to say as Lindsey said, “How dare you get angry with me like that?”

 

That’s what he should shout.

 

“Shut up, you’re giving me chills.”

 

Kenyan’s eyes turned red. His anger rose to his head.

 

“How dare you…”

 

But he couldn’t finish his sentence.

 

Unconsciously, the force of his hand made Lindsey grimace. Her wrist was turning red.

 

Swoosh.

 

The strength drained from Kenyan’s hand.

 

As Lindsey glanced briefly at him, Kenyan saw the hatred in her eyes. Lindsey despised him.

 

She promptly gathered her belongings and walked away.

 

Kenyan stared fixedly at her departing figure for a while.

 

⋆★⋆

 

Now?

 

Now you make that face?

 

Lindsey’s fingertips trembled. She looked at her wrist.

 

It looked swollen and red.

 

“A dirty hybrid. Do you think you’re suitable for someone like Azhet?”

 

“It’s truly revolting. I feel like I’d stink just being next to you.”

 

“Just leave already.”

 

Kenyan Radian didn’t forget what he had done to her.

 

In the past, Lindsey knew very well that she was inadequate for Azhet.

 

Because she had dirty blood. She wasn’t suitable for the nobleman.

 

She always tried not to forget her place.

 

‘But there was no need to try.’

 

Azhet’s family constantly whispered to themselves that she was a person with dirty blood.

 

Every time, Lindsey thought that if she tried hard, the situation would change.

 

‘But even if I awaken as a Saint, will they still look at me? If I have ability… Maybe Azhet’s family will acknowledge me.’

 

‘If I have ability…’

 

She had thought so.

 

Lindsey chuckled at her naive past self.

 

Now she knew. No matter how hard she tried, the situation wouldn’t change.

 

Usefulness

 

‘Do you think if you’re loved for your Usefulness, that’s true love?’

 

Stupid Lindsey Kesion.

 

If she hadn’t been reborn in Korea, she would never have known that they were wrong.

 

“I would have liked you even if you weren’t a guide.”

 

Lindsey gritted her teeth and clenched her fist. If it weren’t for them, she might still be struggling to be loved.

 

She didn’t even know how meaningless that was.

 

‘Kenyan Radian. I understand why the bastard changed.’

 

Even when Lindsey tried to touch his cheek, it was because she wanted to confirm if her guiding was like divine power.

 

And the result was spoken by Kenyan.

 

His actions when she approached.

 

His trembling gaze.

 

His cautious gestures.

 

His increasingly rapid breathing.

 

Those were behaviors that didn’t suit Kenyan.