Chapitre 7: I don't like fire.
Deadly poisons, aphrodisiacs, immobilizers, debilitating poisons, and even diseases.
This woman can poison you at least 100 times before you even realize it, and once you fall into her poisons, you will die an extremely pitiful and undoubtedly painful death.
But as if this talent for poisons were not enough, this woman was blessed with a terrifying intelligence from birth, so that to this day no one doubts her position as the second in command and mastermind of the entire cult operation.
Her cunning is evident in every move she makes. Dokuma is able to easily anticipate her opponents' moves and manipulate situations to her advantage. Her every action is usually carefully planned, and no one dares to underestimate her.
But while this woman is undoubtedly a unique talent, there is a small part of her personality that strikes fear into even her allies.
How can you not be afraid of her?
This madwoman is capable of poisoning even her most precious disciples for the sake of a little fun, even going to the extreme of poisoning the High Priest of the Holy Palace with a child's poison, a poison that, to the relief of the pitiful old man, only made him itch.
She may congratulate you with a smile, but before you know it, you'll end up in a pitiful state, unable to even raise your voice in anger.
Who would dare?
This woman is not only one of the strongest in the sect, but she is also the sworn sister of the strongest woman in the world, so even the enemy leaders have to respect her, even if she is a damn fool.
But even if she is a madwoman, Sujin knows that she is extremely loyal to her own, and in a way, he can say that this woman is the only friend he has ever had in his whole life.
"I need your help."
"You need my help?" Raising her eyebrows in interest, Dokuma asked, "What could I possibly help the great Celestial Demon with?"
"My son... he wants to go outside to see the world."
With an amused gleam in one eye, Dokuma chuckled and scoffed, "I can see from your face that you don't like the idea at all."
Tapping the table gently with her fingertips, Sujin was silent for a few seconds before suddenly snorting, "Kids are a pain in the ass."
"What are you complaining about now? Does he not talk to you enough? Does he ignore you when you sleep? Does he not let you touch his cheeks? Or are you going to tell me that it's something else this time?"
Closing her eyes, Sujin's face trembled as a vein popped up on her forehead, she did her best not to get up and hit this pain in the ass she calls her sister, "Seojun is practically forcing me to let him out to see the outside, I have no other choice".
"Are you being blackmailed by a child?" Dokuma asked amusedly, resting her chin on her fist.
"You're laughing because you don't know how cunning this kid is" Sujin continued with an annoyed face, "He knows very well that I'm stupid in front of him, and he's taking advantage of that"
"*Sigh* You tell me so much about him that I find it terrible that you still don't let me get to know him."
"He's still too young," Sujin muttered, frowning slightly.
"He's still too young?" Dokuma continued with a mocking face, "He's about to turn enough moons old to get married."
"He's not going to get married," Sujin took the bowl from Dokuma's hand, stretched it out again, and drank all the alcohol she was served in one gulp.
"You want to keep him locked up for the rest of his life?"
"He's not locked up, he's at home."
"No matter the quality of the cage...his life is no different than that of a domesticated bird."
"He's happy with me" Sujin crossed her arms in disinterest and snorted.
"Whatever you say" Yawning lazily at the knowledge that this woman was completely insane, Dokuma didn't bother to be right and continued "So what do you want my help with?"
"I promised to get him out of the cave and bring him to the sect."
"Wow, you say that with a tone that makes me think you are facing your worst enemy, does it bother you that much that he wants out?"
"I only care about him."
"Will you tell me what you need me for?"
"Keep away anyone who suddenly has the guts to try and get close to my little boy...I will kill anyone who even comes close to him, I will gouge out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at him for more than 5 seconds, and I will cut out the tongue of any asshole who speaks ill of my son." Turning her gaze to the beautiful lake surrounding them, Sujin was silent for a few seconds and continued, "That includes you."
"Why am I not surprised?" Dokuma smiled wryly, quickly reaching out and taking the bottle of alcohol from the servant next to her, then pouring it into her mouth and downing a good amount, "But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep everyone away."
"Thank you..."
"But you need to tell me what route you're going to take, because we need to clear the streets ahead of time to avoid any inconvenience."
"Alright" Sighing, Sujin rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration and muttered "Sometimes I really wish I had a daughter instead of a son."
"I'm really relieved that you had a son instead of a daughter."
"Why?"
"Because I would lament daily at the thought of the pitiful life that little girl would have."
"..."
"With a boy instead, I really expected you to become more stupid, but I never thought it would affect you so much" Chuckling, Dokuma yawned lazily and continued, "So... will you allow me to meet my nephew or will I have to avoid you when you go out as well?"
Frowning, Sujin stared at her sister for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and sighed, "I will allow you to talk to him."
"And I can't carry him?"
"Are you ready to lose your arms?"
"Mmmm, no, I think I'll still need them," Dokuma shook her head while looking at her arms, "So you won't cut my tongue if I talk to him?"
"Just a greeting, don't overdo it."
"You're a lunatic."
***
"Careful with my hair mom, it hurts when you pull it" Seojun frowned slightly at the sight of the veil diminishing he quality of vision and muttered bitterly, "Is it necessary to have to wear this?"
"Very necessary" With an absolutely serious face, Sujin nodded with a frown and began to arrange the veil with utmost care.
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"..."
"Done" Smiling with satisfaction, Sujin got up from the bed and stood in front of her son, then rubbed her chin and began to walk around him, looking at him from different angles "Perfect, they won't even know the color of your eyes".
"And hopefully I can see the outside," Seojun lifted the veil in annoyance, stared at his mother and continued, "It's also very thick, it doesn't let any air in."
"Are you sure? If so, I'll kill the person who made it myself tomorrow."
Frowning slightly, Seojun stared at his mother for a few seconds, then sighed and murmured, "I take it back, it's okay"
'This woman is so hard to deal with' With bitterness on his face, Seojun pulled down his veil and thought, 'Yesterday she was all smiles and today she's done nothing but scold me and say she's going to kill everyone...'
"I'm glad" Showing her teeth with her big smile, Sujin pulled a pair of wooden sandals closer to Seojun and continued, "Let's go"
'Manic' Snorting, Seojun got up from the bed and put on the sandals, then stood up and looked down at his clothes.
Contrary to what Seojun usually wore, today's clothes were undoubtedly the best he had ever seen in his entire life.
As unbelievable as it may seem, the clothes made in this archaic world are of incredible quality, at least the yukata he is wearing.
The Yukata is a masterpiece of elegance and refinement. Made of natural silk of excellent quality, its texture is soft to the touch, enveloping you in a sense of subtle luxury and comfort. Its dark color perfectly accentuates the detailed embroidery along the arms and shoulders, where intricate golden phoenixes are embroidered, their feathers seeming to come to life amidst the dark fabric.
But while the detail of the phoenixes is undoubtedly unique, the true jewel of the yukata was revealed on the back.
A large purple moon rises majestically, casting its soft, ethereal light on the garment.
"The cult has a certain very special moment that happens very rarely," Sujin adjusted her own yukata and continued, "The moon you wear on your back represents the ultimate symbol of our cult, and just wearing it on your robe will make believers prostrate before you."
"Is it okay for me to wear it?" Seojun asked, turning his eyes to his back.
"Of course it is. You're the jewel of the cult, so there's no one more worthy to wear it than you," Sujin nodded and continued with a smile, "And if anyone dares to say anything, I'll gouge out their eyes."
"Isn't it more logical to cut out their tongue?"
"You're right, I'll gouge out their eyes and cut out their tongues."
"Is it so necessary to gouge out their eyes?"
"If someone talks about the moon on your yukata, it means they have seen you, and if they have seen you, it must be the last thing they do."
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"..." Looking at his mother's arrogant face, Seojun was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Mother... do you kill people as rituals in the cult?"
"How did you get that idea?" Raising her eyebrows, Sujin asked amusedly.
"I'm just asking..."
"We do animal sacrifices, but not human sacrifices," Shaking her head, Sujin was silent for a few seconds and continued, "Although I don't deny that we might do it in the future."
"Why?"
"The future is always uncertain, we don't know what we have to do to maintain stability in the cult" Shrugging, Sujin chuckled and gently squeezed Seojun's nose "Do you think it would be fun to see a human sacrifice? If you want, mom can arrange one for you to watch."
"*Gulp*" Swallowing saliva, Seojun quickly shook his head and stammered "I-I don't like fire."
"Who's talking about fire? We can slit someone's throat" Laughing, Sujin finished adjusting her clothes and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Y-yes" Wiping the bead of sweat that fell down his forehead at the mere memory of his time before he died, Seojun let his mother carry him while he took a deep breath and thought, 'Damn crazy cultists... looks like my only way to be safe is to rely on my unbalanced mother.. damn. '
"Are you okay, sweetie? You look pale" As if she could see under Seojun's veil, Sujin frowned slightly and asked.
"I'm fine" Seojun took a deep breath, smiled stiffly and continued "I'm just a little nervous, after all it's my first time out..."
With soft eyes, Sujin reached her hand under her son's veil and gently stroked his cheeks while whispering softly, "Don't worry, honey, any idiot who dares to bully you will be cut in half."
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