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Chapter 63
The Terminal Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide That He’s a Genius
He was just following orders.
“Provoke the Black Widow. If he remembers even a little, he will surely react to ‘these words.’”
Exactly as his master had said—every word, without missing a single detail.
“And if he reacts, it’s a success.”
If there was any fault on his part, it was only that he had diligently carried out his master’s command.
But now…
“I’m… going to die…”
The foot pressing down on him felt like it could snap his neck at any moment. Even if he survived, he’d likely be crippled.
His master had promised to take full responsibility for everything.
Yet doubt crept in. Would his master really go through the expense to keep him unharmed?
Only then did Sang Gong-min realize he had been deceived.
Even though he had seen countless warriors treated like disposable pawns by his master…
“I foolishly believed I would be different…”
He should never have trusted the words whispered about caring for him.
That face…!
His master had used him as a mere piece in the game.
“Damn it… woman of the Black family…!”
He knew well enough. The direct descendants of the Black family were all the same—noble, cunning, and treating warriors like tools to be manipulated.
Still, he thought that anywhere outside this empire would be better than wandering through countless battlefields.
After all, he had been following like a fly for scraps—he had no one to blame but himself.
“Cough… please… spare me…!”
The mission had succeeded, but he would soon die.
“A retainer does not beg for his life.”
“Gah… cough!”
No mercy, only a cold, deathly voice like that of the Reaper.
“Your training seems inadequate.”
He barely opened his bloodshot eyes to see a face so expressionless it was chilling.
“Spit out the name of your master behind you.”
“Cough… ah…”
“Then perhaps I will let you go mercifully.”
For a moment, he thought it might be better to die than to meet those murderous eyes.
It was over.
He knew the Black Widow well—a former sharpest sword of the Black family, the one who carried out all their dirty work.
He had relied on rumors that she had lost her memories and that her abilities were no longer what they once were.
But even a rusted blade was still a blade…
Sang Gong-min felt a deep regret as he closed his eyes.
“Ah…!”
A faint, fragile voice reached his ears.
The Black Widow saw her daughter clutching the hem of her clothes against the wind.
Her own face must have been brimming with murderous intent. It must have looked like it did back when she committed countless dirty deeds.
Even she could not contain the deadly aura she radiated—but the girl seemed unaffected, speaking with innocent, calm eyes.
“Stop it.”
“……”
Though she had surrounded herself with wind so that no one could interfere, the girl was an exception.
“I said, don’t kill him.”
She had made him do it.
It was something that couldn’t be explained rationally.
“I’m someone who saves lives. And this… is a clinic.”
The Black Widow slowly released the tension from her legs.
Like a trained beast.
She even stepped back.
Sang Gong-min, finally free from her feet, coughed violently as if he were dying.
The girl beamed.
“You did it. You’re the best, Ahppa.”
For a moment, the Black Widow flinched.
“Well done, my husband. You were amazing.”
She glimpsed someone smiling brightly, and her chest tightened.
Meanwhile, Biyu exhaled in relief.
“Wow… I didn’t think he’d actually listen.”
No one else’s perspective mattered—Biyu herself could see it clearly.
Her father was completely out of control.
There are a few obvious physical traits when someone is overly excited.
“I almost suspected he had a genuine psychosis.”
So even when Biyu approached her father, she was skeptical.
She even worried he might ignore her request to stop this time.
Yet it had ended well.
“Hoo…”
Now, Biyu and the Black Widow sat in the empty clinic.
The situation had drawn so much attention that no one could afford to look over.
“Stay inside. I’ll handle things until it calms down. Trust me!”
Jeong Yoon-ha boldly promised to take care of everything.
BamBam and Raon were taken away by the Black family’s guards and Tak Min-jae, just in case the father’s excitement endangered the little animals.
Biyu pressed firmly on her father’s hand—an acupoint to calm him.
“Are you finally sober?”
“…You speak as if I wasn’t in my right mind.”
“But you seemed that way. Weren’t you?”
“…”
The Black Widow said nothing.
A little later, almost reluctantly, she spoke in a slightly pouty tone.
“I was angry, yes. But I never lost control. I never had the option of ignoring what you said from the start.”
Of course, Biyu couldn’t fully believe her.
“Unless you were ready to be reckless, maybe.”
“…I was going to hand it over during preparations.”
“You didn’t kill him.”
The Black Widow stared at the empty space briefly before turning her head.
“Mr. Gong-min… are you… okay…!”
“You support him!”
Sang Gong-min’s last appearance was pitiful—he disappeared, carried off by the accompanying warrior.
Even if he returned, he would never follow his master the same way again.
“He’ll be discarded.”
And the Black family’s direct line would ruthlessly dispose of the warrior.
They would have achieved their goal—luring her into action.
The Black Widow had known this trap was meant to manipulate her, yet she acted.
“I’ll say this in advance: in the same situation, you can do whatever you want. Hit me, curse me, anything to stop me.”
“…If I hit you, will it even hurt?”
Biyu spoke sincerely. A gentle punch might barely register to make her father come to his senses.
“I was a bad man in the past.”
A sudden confession, though not surprising.
“Everyone in the family, except for children, knows.”
“…”
“They know I was infamous as a madman and a dog.”
Strangely, it sounded like past tense, as if he was reproaching his memory-lost self.
“Do you regret it?”
“I don’t know.”
The Black Widow answered calmly.
“I don’t remember enough to regret everything.”
In the end, everything comes down to memory.
He had once grown weary of this fact and felt disgusted.
The Black Widow’s clear red eyes turned to her daughter.
“I was genuinely angry earlier. But I thought…”
He kept thinking: what could a father, whose mind was blank, give to his daughter?
“If you, my daughter, are the only one who can calm me when I act like a madman…”
“…”
“The family will value you even more.”
She decided to place a leash around her own neck and give the other end to her daughter.
The child had no means of protection, but she was wise and smart.
Even a father who had lost past glory could offer something.
“The day we first met, you said you wanted to go to the main residence. Your influence—I’ll give that to you.”
Biyu’s eyes widened slightly.
“The family still covets me and my abilities. Some persistently check my condition, some even send assassins.”
In this continent, wind users were always welcome.
So they had never given up on him, even when his mind was broken, sending people repeatedly.
It was a tedious time, to the point that the memory-lost man felt disillusioned with people.
“No one in this world can control me. Except you.”
The Black Widow spoke, looking past Biyu.
Sometimes he wondered about the woman he glimpsed behind her—a face that seemed familiar, though he never saw it clearly.
At the same time, he found his daughter’s blank, innocent expression endearing.
Finally, the Black Widow smiled.
She had never found blooming flowers or small baby animals cute before.
She admitted this was a special feeling.
“Until you acknowledge me as your father, I will be your one and only sword.”
