“Don’t touch my things. If you do, you’ll ruin everything!”
“There is no existence in all of Haeseoguk as ominous as you.”
Yeoryun’s voice, filled with criticism, kept clawing at Baesa’s heart even now.
She had thought she would never hear that voice again after leaving the imperial palace.
But it still echoed in her ears, humming.
The child’s face turned deathly pale.
‘If only I hadn’t touched it…’
Yeoryun had been right.
Anything she touched would break or become useless.
Even knowing that, why had she reached out so carelessly?
‘It’s all my fault…’
Regret filled her so much it felt like she might cry, but nothing could be undone now.
Baesa stared at Jujeokseo’s stiff expression, then quickly grabbed her skirt and knelt down.
Holding the blackened feather tightly in both hands, she looked up at him.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Lord…”
Her small hands trembled violently.
Her mind went blank, tears welling up. She didn’t know how to ask for forgiveness.
Should she say she would accept punishment until he calmed down, like when she apologized to Yeoryun?
As a member of the imperial family, she was not supposed to kneel before anyone—but Yeoryun and Songra had made her kneel countless times.
They constantly reminded her she was lower than even the servants of the palace.
So Baesa thought it was only natural to kneel and beg for forgiveness now.
“I didn’t mean to break it… really. I didn’t even realize…”
The once radiant feather now lay dull and black in her hands.
Her hands, swollen from frostbite after being left in the snow, trembled—but she didn’t even notice the pain.
She was too panicked to feel anything else.
As she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for punishment—
Grab.
Jujeokseo suddenly took hold of her hand.
Startled, the black feather slipped from her grasp and fell under her knees.
“Ah—”
“Why haven’t her hands been treated?”
The question was not directed at Baesa.
It was a sharp, reprimanding voice aimed at Sirang, who stood respectfully nearby.
Sirang answered quickly.
“The physician said she needed medication once she woke up, so we have not treated her yet.”
“Now that she’s awake, bring the physician immediately. If this is left like this, the injury will worsen.”
“Yes, Lord. I will bring them right away.”
Sirang hurried out of the room.
Baesa looked up at Jujeokseo, confused.
The feather—clearly something precious—lay carelessly on the floor.
But Jujeokseo didn’t even glance at it.
His entire attention was fixed on Baesa’s hands.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he himself were in pain.
Baesa swallowed hard. Her eyes darted between the feather and Jujeokseo.
Still holding both of her hands, she asked in a small voice.
“L-Lord…”
“What is it?”
“A-aren’t you angry…?”
“Should I be angry?”
“B-because I broke something valuable…”
“It is a valuable item.”
Jujeokseo answered calmly. Baesa flinched slightly.
But he continued.
“However, it is not something so important that it requires a child to kneel.”
He let go of her hands and picked up the feather casually.
“This is a Guiding Feather.”
“A Guiding Feather…?”
“Yes. It guides those who have lost their way. It was made by my younger sister.”
His younger sister had made it.
Then why wasn’t he angry even though she had ruined it?
Everyone Baesa had ever met blamed her whenever something broke or went wrong.
But Jujeokseo didn’t blame her at all. Instead, he simply held out the feather toward her.
“It has a special power. When someone loses their way, it returns them home. Once it brings them back, its light fades like this.”
Baesa carefully took the blackened feather with her swollen hands.
Then she looked up at him.
“Since it lost its power after touching you… it seems this is your home.”
Baesa lowered her gaze at his gentle words.
‘That can’t be true, Lord.’
I am a cursed snake who cannot belong anywhere.
And the reason the feather lost its light was because her ability devoured its power.
At his kindness, Baesa made a decision.
She couldn’t hide the truth from someone so kind.
“L-Lord… I have something to tell you.”
After hesitating, she finally spoke.
“The reason this feather lost its power is because of my ability…”
“Your ability?”
Baesa nodded slowly.
“You may already know, but I am a member of the imperial beastkin.”
No—he surely already knew.
The Emperor had dressed her in imperial clothing and abandoned her in the southern lands.
“But I cannot use the imperial ability. Instead…”
Baesa removed a small accessory from her clothing.
She activated her ability carefully, and the accessory turned black, then crumbled into ash that fell from her hands.
It was an ability that destroyed and consumed everything.
This was the first time she had revealed its true nature to someone, so she bit her lip tightly.
“This… is why it broke. But thank you for speaking so kindly to me.”
After a moment, Jujeokseo spoke with a puzzled expression.
“What kind of ability is this?”
“Huh? It’s… the power to take away another’s energy…”
“What are you talking about? There is no such ability as stealing from others. All abilities exist in harmony with nature. Yours must have a proper name.”
He answered calmly.
Baesa blinked in confusion.
“Ah… the Emperor called it ‘Absorption.’”
“Absorption… I’ve never heard of it. But impressive. If refined properly, it could greatly benefit your growth.”
Baesa was completely stunned by his reaction.
‘Impressive?’
Her ability was anything but impressive.
She was already an unlucky snake beastkin, and now she had an ability that devoured everything.
And yet he called it impressive?
Was the lord of the Zhuque family lying?
While she was still confused, Jujeokseo casually set the feather aside and spoke.
“I heard you wanted to meet me.”
“Yes…”
“Do you have something to ask of me?”
Baesa nodded slowly.
“I have a request…”
“A request?”
She swallowed hard.
“I… can I stay here?”
Her voice trembled violently.
She knew how absurd her request was.
He had saved her life, and now she was asking to stay.
She really had no shame.
And she was useless.
But—
‘If not this…’
I’ll be sent back to the cold again.
Sirang had said she would be cared for “while she stayed here.”
Which meant she would eventually have to leave.
But Baesa had nowhere else to go.
The only place waiting for her was the frozen, barren snowfield.
Still kneeling, she looked up at Jujeokseo with trembling eyes.
“I may be useless… but I will work hard at anything you ask.”
“……”
“I know my birth might make you uneasy…”
“My birth? You mean because you are imperial?”
“Yes…”
She had never once been treated as an imperial.
Yet now, that very identity—one that had never helped her—had become a chain in this foreign place.
But she could not lie to her savior.
Even knowing the beastkin of Zhuque territory despised the imperial family, she had to tell the truth.
“So you’re saying you are not a spy?”
“N-no…”
Jujeokseo raised his brows slightly.
“A child who is quite perceptive.”
“I’m really not trying to deceive you…”
Baesa tightened her grip on her skirt.
“I was sent here under imperial order… to di
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