Flinch!
Sighing, I set the empty bottle aside—she flinched at that—
Feigning max fury, I spoke—
"Got anything to say?"
"Sorry!!"
Thud!
She dropped to her knees, head to the floor—
Dogezas—I'd seen them—never live—
Not naked, thankfully—
Didn't want to see that—
My lower half—numb—wouldn't care if a goddess strutted up—
Even Master—
…Why'd I think of her?
Shake shake.
Banishing her image, I refocused—
Still bowing, peeking at me—
"…That it?"
"Huh?"
"What'd you do? Just 'sorry' fixes it?"
"E-Everything! All my fault—start to finish!"
"See—she doesn't even know—just apologizing?"
"W-What should I do then?"
"You figure it out—asking me? Are you really sorry?"
"Ughhh…"
She clutched her head, lost—
Felt like gender roles flipped—not new, not worth dwelling—
I'm the victim—
Raped—tortured-level—miserable—
"Some monk…"
"…"
Only the Sword Empress felt like a true monk—kind, helpful, sparing evil a chance—
Yeo Socheon should learn—
"Words—just words."
"…"
