As soon as Mirae and Jimin crossed dimensions, Mirae felt a choking sensation. She collapsed, gasping for air. The passing gumihos cursed, as if they'd seen something unspeakable, or laughed, finding it amusing. Jimin brushed his hair back and silenced their mouths. With magic.
"You should just shut up, you fucking bastards. Is that something you'd do in front of the son of the king of this country?"
Only then did they see Jimin, who was standing next to them, and they began to tremble. Jimin snickered, one corner of his mouth raised as if he found it amusing, and then lowered his voice and spoke seriously.
"Guys, I'm sorry, but you should know that witches are more powerful than dozens of you. That's because of the hierarchy."
"Don't show off, you guys are nothing."
Jimin uses his powers to unlock the invisible shackles around Mirae's neck. He then offers her a bottle of water. Desperate for water, Mirae gulps it down, then finally relaxes, collapsing into Jimin's arms and falling asleep. Just this moment, he hopes she can sleep peacefully, without worry.
Jimin carried her like a princess, confidently passing people. He could have made it all the way to the palace, crushing every whisper with a single glance. He begged for just one day. He begged, "Please, just one day to rest," and indeed, one day was given. This delicate child is still beyond my grasp. A day is truly fleeting. If I touch her wrong, she'll crumble into dust and disappear before my eyes. What can I do?
It's something we've all been prepared for, but it's so cruel. Like a cruel fairy tale. The strong take pleasure in trampling, crushing, and tearing the weak to shreds. It's truly psychotic.
"I'm sorry, and I love you, Kang Mi-rae."