âIâve found his traces.â
That was what General Yusa had told Hong Jeong.
How much time had even passed since the banquet ended?
And yet, he had already tracked him down?
A question naturally arose in her mind.
But to Hong Jeong, it wasnât particularly important.
What mattered here wasâ
âYou take care of it.â
The General had given her a direct order.
And instead of being surprisedâ
âOh my.â
âHong Jeong had grinned from ear to ear in excitement.
How could she not be thrilled?
A mysterious assailant had suddenly appeared, defeating one Commander after another.
No one knew their identity, nor how strong they were.
The White Commander had already been defeated.
The Blue Commander had nearly been killed.
But none of that mattered.
The White one was an idiot.
The Blue one was pathetically weak.
As for the remaining oneâ
He was an irritating bastard she didnât care for.
Normally, she wouldnât even associate with them, much less fight alongside them.
They were all insects unworthy of her attention.
But that didnât mean they were weak.
Hong Jeong, if nothing else, acknowledged that much.
âYet, two of them were taken down.â
By someone they didnât even understand.
How strong was this person to be able to accomplish that?
As she thought about it, Hong Jeongâs body shivered.
ââ¦I want to fight them.â
She hated the weak and worshipped the strong.
That was the creed of the Red Clan.
That was whyâ
She had devoured her own father for being weak.
She had ripped out the hearts of her feeble older brothers.
They were far too weak,
and yet, they stood above her simply due to status.
She couldnât accept it.
She refused to accept that someone weaker than her could outrank her.
So she killed them all.
Hong Jeong was that kind of person.
She lived for battle against the strong and despised the weak.
She had even challenged General Yusa himself once, nearly getting herself killed.
That story had become a legend among the Moonlit Night Tribe.