Novel Rooftop Sword Master Chapter 49 English

The conflict that filled my head was wandering without finding an answer. A pure white light was illuminating the room, but I felt as if I was immersed in darkness, where I could not see an inch ahead. It felt like the milestones of everything that had been firmly established on what to do and how to do it had disappeared. Se-young cut her chin with both hands using a fighting knife as a staff. Se-young's crouched back bent as much as the twisted agony. Rather than worrying about what to choose, Se-young felt like she was mad at herself in this situation. The culprit was the old man. 'Yoojeongsan' it's his name Since they had no desire to know, they did not want to know or even hear what they were called, so they refused to talk further. 'Even if we tell you to go, we won't go. Because we promised that we would do what Siyeon wants and help her to do it herself.' When I said that I would let Si-yeon go and take her, Jeong-san Yoo replied that way. His voice was as firm as his confident expression. Siyeon's revenge was her own. 'cause I'm doing that 'Isn't it just revenge? Siyeon's revenge isn't everything. 'cause I have a dream The dreamer thinks of the next after the dream has come true. Because dreams are hopes.' But those who desire revenge have no back after they achieve it. When revenge is complete, is that the end? Are you going to live like that?' It was a sincere word. Because I heard it too. It was plausible. Words with a heart that shakes a firm decision, makes you look back on the way you have come, and leads you to something positive in the future. Age doesn't just happen either. But there was something he overlooked. It was an unknown part rather than an overlooked one, though. 'Did you tell Siyeon that too? Did you convince a girl who was pessimistic about her ingrained hatred and her despair that she could do nothing? What does Siyeon want? The only thing Siyeon needs to do and solve is to punish the people involved in the work and warn the world. Your organization said they would do it? And what would you say? Shall we guess? Punishment is fine, but next. Let's create such a world together so that there are no victims like you so that it never happens again. Let's pause for a moment for that dream. Let's go back for a moment. You should do this too. That helps too. it would have been And Siyeon's revenge is getting farther and farther away. is not it? Revenge is the end of revenge itself. Why do you need anything else there? Dreams are hopes? speak straight Aren't you talking about your desires, not revenge? Wrap it up with hope and draw the demonstration. Is there a back? of course there will be If you satisfy your greed, do you have to protect it? I must not let it go.' After hearing the cold, cynical and uttering words without any emotion, Jeong-san Yu was unable to speak for a while. He couldn't hide his surprised expression. 'Are you really eighteen?' The first word that came out after a brief break in conversation was just a stupid question. Even if you die and wake up, you will never know. How many years have melted in the wisdom contained in Se-young's head. 'haha! It will probably take a long time to persuade me to come together.' It was said that it would not fold. Perhaps it was not the order of the conversation he had thought of, Yoo Jeong-san kept quiet in front of Se-young for a long time. Then, at the end of time, the dragon, which he took out with a dagger, touched Se-young's repulsion. 'Things about Siyeon are different, but the punishment for Sujeong Jang should be postponed.' 'Consider being lucky to see Siyeon. Otherwise, I have already beaten him in the neck.' 'Tomorrow, the new president's granddaughter.' 'shut up.' 'When the president's granddaughter dies, then you become a real villain. Everyone in the world is pointing fingers.' 'Do you think I'd be afraid of something like that?' 'Are they going to be good guys?' 'Can you stand that?' 'What do you mean?' 'Six out of eight have already died. In the meantime, people who don't care get hurt and die.' 'I asked what you mean.' 'Right now, there are people who sympathize with and defend your unfair story, so public opinion is divided and confused, but you will soon turn around. It means you will be condemned.' 'Do you think you will care? I?' 'If that happens, recognition will be drawn to the other side. Because that's a cognitive thing. The moment you have sympathy, no matter what terrible things you've done before, it's like turning the palm of your hand in a moment to feel the same.' 'You say whatever you want.' 'Why are you judging your enemies so loudly? Shall I guess? Wasn't it to make them know their ugliness and their truth?' 'However?' 'Will the world endure if people remember that they were poor people even after they've killed them all?' That was really unimaginable. I didn't want to listen to a single word of Yu Jeong-san, but from the moment I heard it, I couldn't turn my back. 'What if the world mourns and remembers that you were even good people after you all died cruelly?' At that time, Se-young almost lost her mind and almost twisted Yoo Jeong-san by the neck. 'Tell me the main point! purpose!' 'The new president, Jang Yong-hoo, is an unparalleled honest and upright person.' The eldest son, Prosecutor General Jang Seung-il, has almost no flaws. However, starting with his second son, Jang Seung-cheol, the people around him have completely different personalities. Because the corrupt business world and the media are in a state of unity, and all the corrupt gangs in this country are perfectly united, with all kinds of corruption and black money forming ties.” It should have stopped then. If I had stopped there, I wouldn't have spent such a long night worrying. However, even if I turned away to avoid listening to Yu Jeong-san's words like the whispers of the devil, I dug my ears into my head. 'Imagine a time when a person whom the world respects and believes to be impeccable is exposed to the ugliest side of the most corrupt and corrupt. The birth of the most powerful and undisputed power, which does not need anyone's attention, is at hand. Trust me. Opportunities like this don't come very often. You have to wait for a long time to be oppressed, endure patience, and sacrifice for evil to eat evil and grow in size.' Yu Jeong-san seemed convinced that that time would come. 'Everyone in the world will point fingers, swear, and hate. Then you step out and condemn it! right then! your condemnation! Revenge! It is a fair event that everyone recognizes, and their gaze will make you think more cheerfully! That heart!' Yoo Jeong-san, who poured out his passion in such an instant, gave Se-young a choice. A choice that has already been made that cannot be denied. 'According to the information we have received, Sujeong Jang will escape for a while through Incheon International Airport early in the morning.' But let's leave it alone for the sake of that future day. Instead, there is the other one, Jeong Da-hoon, right? It's the inauguration day of the new president, so the police, the military, and even more are trying to control the media. No matter how many casualties occurred during the killing of Jeong Da-hoon. People will not know because they cover up their secrets to satisfy their greed, and you will not be pointed at because you are an unfair villain. The conclusion was about procrastinating a little bit of revenge that will end today. I'm not saying don't take revenge. Let's delay for a moment. Only Jang Su-jeong, the president's granddaughter. Instead, Jung Da-hoon will not stop even if he punishes him. If you wish, I will also support you in the camp. tuk. Seyoung dropped her forehead on the hilt end of the fighting sword. My heart was tired. A dazzling light penetrated under the gaze with his head bowed. Se-young turned her head against him. The night that seemed like it would never end was coming to an end. The day of February 25 has dawned. -Dear viewers! The inauguration ceremony of President Jang Yong-hoo, announcing the launch of a new government in the Republic of Korea, is now 10 minutes away. The inauguration ceremony was attended by Jang Seung-cheol, chairman of the new government's transition committee, and... All terrestrial broadcasting channels broadcast the historic inauguration of the new government and the inauguration ceremony of Jang Yong-hoo, who will be inaugurated as the new president, nationwide. From early in the morning, celebratory performances by famous celebrities and artists, and a powerful march of the honor guard of the military band. All politicians, business people, academia, and the media who attended the event smiled and clapped each other's hands and shared good wishes. The happy appearance conveyed the expectation that something new that is happy and hopeful for the public will begin through the broadcast. "Our Suho-! Suho-!" “Hee, Hee-Woon… Hee-Woon…” "Aaaah! It's all because of you! Save my son! My son! Ughhhh!" The morgue turned into a sea of ​​weeping. Not one, but as many as six corpses were placed side by side, and for each corpse, parents and relatives held the corpse and wept loudly. In the midst of screaming and wailing, a battle filled with sorrow and hatred between the parents ensued. “Yu, Yuu…Jin, Eugene…ah?” Eugene's mother, seeing a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead, could not bear the shock and fainted. Eugene's father, Kim Jun-gu, beckoned his relatives to take him out. He didn't cry or show enthusiasm like other parents. However, as she wrapped her arms around her daughter's cold, hardened hands, she cried silently. Kim Jun-hyuk had no one to weep as he died alongside his mother. Although there were bereaved families, there was already an argument going on over the subject of the funeral outside the mortuary. The war over the legacy of Oh Young-sook and Kim Jun-hyeok of Bluewing Media has begun. Lee Jo-yang was not inside. Seeing his screaming wife through the window, he was desperately trying to suppress his sadness and maintain his reason. However, the ghastly corpse of his son, who was so dark that he couldn't take his eyes off him, and whose shape was unrecognizable, made it impossible to keep his sanity. It is the word for the neck-bulb dog (E). It was so terrifying that I couldn't even open my eyes and look at it. It was Lee Soo-hyun's body. have Whole body burned like charcoal. severed arms and legs. -Now, the inauguration ceremony of President Jang Yong-hoo will be held. Lee Jo-yang's gaze returned to the sound of the TV ringing in her ears. The scene of the beginning of the inauguration of the new government as president was being broadcast on the small TV on the office desk where the chief managing the mortuary was placed. Fanfare sounds on the screen and pigeons fly. The chorus of young boys and girls and the applause and cheers of congratulations intersect. Blood stood in Lee Jo-yang's eyes as he looked at the screen. 'Chairman, it was confirmed that Su-jeong Jang escaped by helicopter from the US base on the day of the incident.' Report from last night. 'Jang Seung-cheol! This dog! ' The corners of Lee Jo-yang's eyes, raised in anger, were torn and bleeding. The tears that spilled out of his son's death were stained with blood and turned red. "Now then, there is the presidential oath. Everyone, please stand." At the speaker's words, a large number of guests, both inside and outside the House of Representatives, stood up from their seats. Jang Yong-hoo, half-baek, stood on the podium. Jang Seung-cheol, who looked at Jang Yong-hoo in front of the guest's seat under the podium, could not speak because his heart was hot. It was the moment when his father, whom he had been waiting for so long, finally became president. "Oath!" A powerful voice went through the microphone and spread clearly far away from the square. “I will abide by the Constitution, defend the country, peaceful reunification of the country, and promote the freedom and welfare of the people…” The historic oath of office resounded majestically across schools, military, companies, restaurants, stations, outdoor signage, history, and virtually every screen visible. The voice of the pious and solemn oath was heard not only on the screen but also on the radio. The outskirts of Yeongdeungpo Jeong Da-hoon's house. A young man with a sharp and cold impression approached the man who looked after the military and police, who were protecting Jeong Da-hoon's house with binoculars. "Jeongwi-sama! The 1st and 2nd platoons are waiting." The man's gaze returned to the report. "Still, wait. I mean, Se-young might be angry if I went out to help." Siyeon, who was armed with a black tactical suit from head to toe, grinned as she turned the pistol in her hand. “Are you coming?” "Okay! Don't worry. It's decided that way." "The number of people is medium-large. It means that you have to be careful when retreating. Staying too long is dangerous." "Then what, you can kill all the witnesses, right?" Siyeon shrugged as if asking what the problem was. "Are you okay?" "What?" “Is Jeong Da-hoon an enemy to you too? You would want to punish yourself too.” Siyeon smirked. “Jeongwi-nim doesn’t know. The heart of a person who has suffered like me. "what?" “I am…” Siyeon said and turned her gaze to the direction where Jung Dahoon's house was. "I hate the military and the police who protect him more than I do. I hate his house and the neighbors who live next door, and I hate you in this neighborhood. What would change if you kill 8 people?" “So I can yield to Se-young. For a bigger future and a bigger goal.” The room shook and the sound of iron squeaking echoed through the noise. Seyoung, who had her head bowed and leaning her forehead on the hilt, stood up. "Uh...?" "Black?" Surrounding Se-young, who stood up, all the frightened people glared with their torso bowed almost on their faces. different people. People of all ages, even foreigners with different skin colors. Seats placed side by side with the aisle in the middle. At that time, a refreshing melody resounded throughout the room. And the announcement came out. -This station is Incheon International Airport. Incheon International Airport. Passengers, make sure there is nothing missing… Se-young stood in front of the door that opened on both sides. Incheon Airport was approaching. 'Don't get me wrong. I am not the person you expect and I do not intend to. Look carefully. how do i hope? Break it down without leaving anything behind. 'Cause that's why I had a knife Only despair awaits. '..whoever it is.' The conflict was long and deep. But it was already an option. Because I had to set a destination from the beginning because I was afraid my heart would be shaken. The train stopped. Before the door opened and Se-young could get off, screams echoed from all directions. On the screen of the phone that someone had dropped, Jang Yong-hoo's oath of office was nearing the end. 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