I’m The Boss’s Secretary?! - Chapter 388

Seoyeon was unexpected calm unlike the few days before when she was worried of what happened. When it sinks to her that the fight started, Seoyeon felt her self control going more stable.

With one leg stepping back and the other one follow, Seoyeon presented a smile on her lips, “I won’t hold back on your offer then.”

Taein’s smile for a moment faded as he questioned why the sudden confidence from Seoyeon but didn’t thinks much of it and quickly picked the smile up again. “I will make you sleep soon. I take that you are confident because people had been scared of your power as the catalyst but you have to know no matter how strong you are, deep down you are still a human. Unless you throw your heart away you would never win. Not to mention you are alone.”

Seoyeon raised her hands, looking shocked, “Did I say I was alone?”

Taein raised one of his eyebrows for the floor above them to cave in. Taein quickly covered his face from the dusts that created a hazy smoke for a moment. His eyes narrowed, trying to search for what had been broken to see the cavity above him and amongst the broken wooden floor, Jung Hwa stood with one leg stepping on a black witch’s head.

Jung Hwa clapped his hand to drive away his dusts and when he meet Taein’s eyes a smile pleased his look, “Oh hello.”

“We have a door, a large one,” said Taein in response.

“It seems like you don’t know but I don’t like using doors. Now let’s drop our conversation here because you need to die so I could go and kill that mother of yours,” Jung Hwa’s grin went wider and with one stepped, he quickly apparate behind Taein.

The dark witch’s eyes went wide at the sudden teleportation that Jung Hwa used but he didn’t falter with his surprise and quickly bring himself forward.

Seoyeon watched how quick the fight between Taein and Jung Hwa was. She also noticed that this man was indeed the late Queen’s son for he inherited not only the woman’s cruel nature but also her prowess.

When Jung Hwa dodge the attack that came to was his neck, Taein twisted the knife’s handle on his hand, swishing it from below to up when instead, his blade hit an invisible wall that caused the blade to break into half.

Taein stared at his blade before looking behind, “Two against one. This isn’t fair but I see you have given me a handicap, Mr. Jung by not going immediately on your power. Do you think I would end that quickly when you use your power? Is that it?”

“Nah,” Jung Hwa waved his hand, “I am not holding back on you.”

“So do you mean to say that this is all the best that you could do?” Taein shrugged his shoulder and pulled only one side of his lips, “Well, I was expecting more from you, this is a disappointment.”

“Who says that? What I meant is that I am only here to serve as an opening to you,” Jung Hwa thinned his front lips as his cheeks blooming wider in a smile, “But I don’t want to go all out and defeat you now. Someone got more important business to do with you than me.”

Taein raised his brows, “And who is it?”

“Me,” the voice from behind had Taein’s smile to fall at once, her entire cheeky demeanor disappeared as a look of surprise first came to his face. He turned around and the surprised look he had morphed into an angered one.

“Taehyung,” he called his older brother. “Here to stop me now?”

“Isn’t this what you have been expecting, Taein?” Taehyung questioned in return. “You killed someone dear to me.”

“So you are here for revenge,” Taein answered with his ground teeth as if something suddenly angered him.

“No.” Taehyung stared back at his living reflection. His reflection which walked into the dark path. For his two brother to walk that path was not because he was simply was his reflection but because the root that started from their mother.

“Then why are you here?” Taein questioned. People may failed to notice but Taehyung didn’t. He could her it clearly his brother’s hopeful tone because deep down he also knew Taein had been waiting for him to come here. To end what started by their mother with his own hands.

“I am here to bring you out of this house,” Taehyung offered his younger twin a smile. “Right now. I will bring you away from here, Taein as I failed to do so in the past.”

On his eyes, Taehyung saw Taein’s expression of hope sparkled but he closed his eyes and fists altogether, clenching them tightly.

“Too late, brother. Too late,” Taein pulled up the sleeve of his brown coat that he wore revealing his arm which was filled with inked tattoos all over his skin that reached up to his neck that was covered by his black turtleneck shirt. “I am bound to be here forever. And ever.” He said as if he was rehashing a line that he had heard multiple times.

Seoyeon who saw the markings on Taein’s arm frowned. Somewhere in the back of her memories she remembered what the markings meant as she had seen it before once in the memories that Haneul had.

The day was afternoon when the Queen was still alive. It was in the middle of the war where Haneul had to lead.

“New batch of soldiers will be coming in another half an hour,” reported the general to her. The man appeared displeased as he didn’t accept the fact a woman who had the witchy-like power was leading their war.

Haneul didn’t put it in her mind the idea where she had to be respected as she didn’t care. She didn’t want to get close to anyone in the battlefield either as she knew that half of the people she met in the morning would never meet her again in the late evening.

Looking around she gave the man a nod, “I will be there to check on them soon.”

When half an hour passed, Haneul did what she uttered only to see a batch of people with their both arms inked and marked. The mark held a very strange pattern that felt eerie to her.

She didn’t feel good about it and asked the general, “What are those marks?”

The man scoffed as if mocking her lack of knowledge. “It’s a mark of obedience. To make certain that these people will only obey our words. The Queen taught us how to use this marks.”

“The Queen?” Everything that the Queen did was suspicious to Haneul. “And what would happen if one day these people doesn’t obey us?” A mere mark wouldn’t change one’s mind and characteristic, thought Haneul.

“Oh? That—”

“One of them ran away. Chase!” Shouted the soldier near them.

Haneul frowned when she saw one of the few marked men dashed away. While the others appeared dispirited.

The general raised his hand, “Don’t bother. Let them run.”

Haneul found the order strange but not so much when she saw the escapee suddenly stopped moving and fall on his knees. From his eyes, nose, and mouth blood flowed out and the man’s body tilted on the ground, falling lifeless.

“That’s what happen, my lady,” the man emphasized on the word lady, “Death is their punishment.”