DOOMED TO BE CANNON FODDER -1

CHAPTER -8

Even though autumn had arrived, today was a spot of hot weather. But Jungkook had long gotten used to the blazing heat and treated it as if it was air.

Located in such a remote corner, and its mistress currently gone mad, it was no wonder that no one dared come close to the Winter Garden. Its surroundings were very quiet, with the occasional breeze that refreshed and cooled a passerby for a moment before leaving them stifled in the unbearable heat.

Jungkook walked up to the door. Just as his servant was about to knock, a light wind blew out of the residence, bringing with it a paper on which some words were written.

Jungkook reached out to grab it, but before he had the chance to look at it, a voice inside echoed, “Mistress  Lisa, a piece has been blown out by the wind.”

It was followed by a somewhat despondent voice. “The breeze cannot understand my words, so why does it have to steal what I write? What a scumbag…”

“Mistress Lisa, please mind your words. I will go to retrieve it.” Just why were her mistress’s words becoming more and more coarse?

“No need. It’s only a piece of scrap paper.” The people inside no longer spoke, but Jungkook could hear the clarity in her words. How was she possibly be someone who’d gone mad? He stopped that servant from knocking and turned to leave. A few steps away, he discovered that he was still holding a piece of paper.

“Your Highness, this humble servant will throw it out for you!” The servant had hurriedly come to his master’s side when he noted his master’s intention of throwing the paper away.

Jungkook casually handed the paper over. That woman had said that it was scrap paper anyways. But just as the servant took it from him, he inadvertently glanced at it and made out a few words. “Ten years grinding a sword, frost of blade edge…’. The paper was gone from his hands before he could see the rest of its contents.

“Come back.” He called for the servant to stop. Taking the piece of paperback, he smoothed it out. Only then did he see the verses written on it.

“Ten years grinding a single sword, frost of blade edge yet untested. This day before the Lord, who yet has problems unresolved?” The handwriting was delicate and beautiful, obviously a woman’s hands. But what sort of woman could write such a heroic poem? Perhaps she was copying someone else’s work, but who could that person be? How could a girl from a family of scholars know such a heroic figure?

Jungkook had studied martial arts since their youth and gone off to join the army with a heroic air from the bottom of his heart. It was a pity that in a culture that loved flowery, ornate verses, such a poem of frost and swords had not been penned in a very long time. He believed that true men were already extinct within this world. He’d never expected he’d encounter such a poem under these circumstances.

He liked it a lot, but couldn’t find an excuse to turn back and ask a woman about it. Therefore, he decided to secretly send people over to check on it when the chance arose.

On the other side of the door, Bai Lisa was still pondering deeply. She tended to favour those heroic verses, but sadly, Taehyung didn’t especially like those.

She remembered that he liked those slightly more ornate and artistic phrases. If she were to accidentally voice one or two of those, that might be able to hook his attention.