Childhood Friend of the Zenith Novel MTL - Chapter 1050

Chapter 1050

The frown that had settled on my face from Cheonma’s words did not ease.

Sssss.

The water from the stream continued its gentle flow into the pond before us, and the sky above glowed with the same sunset hues as before.

Chirp. Chirp, chirp.

The song of birds, both natural and unnervingly artificial, rang in my ears.

After a long stretch of quiet, I finally found my voice.

“…You claim she is your sister.”

Yarang. No, the Divine Sword is Cheonma’s sister.

This revelation, in itself, did not mean a great deal.

It was actually quite straightforward.

They were twins.

They might not be, but the fact that their faces were perfect mirrors of one another could only lead to a single conclusion.

Twins.

It meant that Cheonma and Wi Seol-ah were twins.

I pressed my lips together, thinking it over.

‘…I had a suspicion.’

How could I not have? From the instant I discovered the true face Cheonma had been hiding.

From the moment I understood that the woman I was so desperate to protect was the one within that visage.

It was a possibility I had already turned over in my mind.

How could I not have seen it? The idea that two completely identical faces, that these two people, could exist was absurd.

‘And of all people, it’s Cheonma and the Divine Sword?’

They were individuals who could be considered mortal enemies.

One was a calamity that had befallen Zhongyuan, and the other was the hero who had saved the world from that very calamity.

Their natures were as opposed as night and day.

‘How?’

How was this even possible?

It was a connection no one had ever revealed.

‘With Cheonma, I can perhaps understand.’

But did the Divine Sword know? Others had said that Cheonma’s true appearance was not widely known, so perhaps the Divine Sword was unaware they looked exactly the same.

‘Did the Divine Sword know as well?’

Even if Cheonma knows now, is it possible she did not know back then?

If Cheonma is telling the truth, I suspected the Divine Sword might have been unaware.

‘Then…’

If the Divine Sword truly is Cheonma’s twin sister,

‘Does that mean she is also a daughter of the Blood Demon?’

The Emperor.

Or the Blood Demon.

The one who spoke of building a paradise in Zhongyuan for some obscure purpose.

He had referred to Cheonma as his daughter. So, if that was true…

‘Then Wi Seol-ah is also his daughter.’

How could that be?

The Blood Demon had been sealed away long ago. Even now, while hiding within the body of Dokgo Jun, it was not his true form.

‘But still…’

It wasn’t his original body.

Hadn’t Huang Abulyeong said it?

‘The Blood Demon’s physical form and his aura were torn apart, and even his senses were wiped away.’

I did not know how such a thing was accomplished, but if Abulyeong’s words were accurate, it made no sense for Cheonma and Wi Seol-ah to be the Blood Demon’s daughters.

The chronology did not work. How could the Blood Demon, sealed away centuries ago, have daughters?

‘Then, where did these two come from?’

Their parent should not even exist in this time, so…

‘Have they existed for hundreds of years?’

But Wi Seol-ah has the Sword Master in her life. How does one explain the presence of the Sword Master, her grandfather?

‘This is enough to make my head spin…’

It was all a tangled knot. When the facts become too convoluted to grasp…

“Ah.”

I understood the core of my confusion. I looked at Cheonma before me and asked.

“How can you be sure of that?”

How do you know you are twins? I posed the question, and Cheonma made a peculiar expression before answering.

“Is it not obvious just from looking?”

“…”

It was a reply delivered with utter certainty. She dismissed the question as if the answer was self-evident.

Well, it was obvious. Seeing their matching faces, one could not deny they were family.

“Is that truly all you have to say…?”

This was not the sort of thing to be so casual about. We were not engaging in idle banter.

“So, you said it simply because it seemed obvious, just from their appearance?”

“No.”

Cheonma shook her head. I wondered if there was more to it than just a hunch.

“I simply felt it.”

“…”

So, in the end, it was just a feeling.

“…Are you toying with me?”

“I am being entirely serious. This is no jest.”

If it is not a joke, then what is it? How can she deny it was just a feeling and then immediately confirm that it was?

I stared at her with disbelief before turning my eyes to Yarang, who had been watching me in utter silence.

She was staring back with the same expression, making the resemblance all the more undeniable. They truly seemed no different at all.

‘No matter what…’

Even if Cheonma insists it was only a feeling.

‘The connection appears to be real.’

They seemed to share a profound bond. It was highly probable that, as Cheonma claimed, they were sisters.

I did not understand how the Blood Demon could be their father, but I had to accept that the link to the Blood Demon and the deep tie between them was undeniable.

‘What transpired in the past life remains a mystery…’

Even as I accepted this, the events of that time were still unclear.

One thing was certain.

‘For now, I must concentrate on the present.’

I needed to ask about other matters. The fact that Cheonma and Wi Seol-ah were sisters was significant, but…

“So, what occurred?”

Now I needed to know the reason I was brought here.

“Why is she completely unharmed?”

Why was Yarang, who had been so grievously wounded, now in perfect condition? That is what I needed to understand.

Cheonma heard my question, glanced at Yarang, and then returned her gaze to me.

“I healed her.”

Her hand gestured toward Yarang.

“I saved her.”

It was an explanation that was both simple and direct.

“Healed? You healed her?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I merely healed her.”

“Do you want me to strike you?”

The more we spoke, the more my frustration grew.

Was she simply being difficult?

I stared at her in disbelief, while Cheonma, for her part, looked almost offended.

“I am telling you the truth.”

“…Then.”

I know it is the truth, but how was it done? I asked because I could not comprehend it.

Cheonma paused to consider, then—

She moved her finger and pointed it at Yarang.

Whoosh-!

“What…!”

Blood suddenly welled from a fresh cut on Yarang’s hand. Cheonma had used her demonic energy to inflict a wound.

Throughout this, Yarang remained perfectly still. I was the only one who reacted.

In that moment of stunned silence, Cheonma moved again.

Her sharp energy shifted form and enveloped Yarang’s hand, weaving over it like a black glove.