I Became the Despised Granddaughter of the Powerful Martial Arts Family

as the one who would climb up to the seat of the Palma Forces in the future and severely torment the male lead.

 

(t/n: based on my research, 천살 [cheonsal], I found 3 meanings for this.
The first is: the hanja only :” 天殺 which if we break it down, 天 for sky, god, king, and 殺 for flesh to kill, kill, die.
The second is: 擅殺 which means killing people carelessly without hesitation.
The third is: 天煞 which means, the name of an ominous star.
And for 팔마군 [palmagun], I can’t seem to find anything except for this, 八魔軍 which if we break it down, 八 for eight, 魔 for devil/demon, and 軍 for army, military, groups of soldiers, and (armed) forces.
And 천마 [cheonma], it mainly appears as the founder or leader of 마교 魔敎 [magyo] (a religion that worships demons) or Cheonma religious armed force in oriental fantasy.
Please do cmiiw.)

 

Tuk.
Tuk.

 

Moonlight which was pouring through the cracks of the destroyed window lit up the place where the sound was coming out.

 

The sound of dripping water was from a head which had no body.

 

A fishy smell that reeked.

 

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

 

I slowly stepped back, denying reality.

 

The Villain lightly ridiculed.

 

“I’m disappointed, though.
To think that the daughter of Baekri Euikang is in this kind of state.”

 

“A-are you here to kill me? Why?”

 

“Are you curious?”

 

Of course!

 

After Father’s funeral, I broke all ties and disappeared.

 

What I’m trying to say is that it has been a while since I have moved away from the central story where slaughter was rampant.

 

But it didn’t make sense for the final villain to come kill an extra like me!

 

“About that…”

 

It was when I was focusing on the Villain’s mouth that was opening slowly–

 

My view suddenly started spinning, and the floor with blood marks approached, like a slow movie.

 

Thud.

 

A dull sound resonated at my head, not ears.

 

My sight that was spinning stopped, and the long sword which the young man obliquely held was seen. 

 

I didn’t even see when he pulled out the sword.

 

Red blood dripped, flowing down the long sword, and a satisfactory smile bloomed from the Villain’s corner of the mouth.

 

That was the last.

 

 

***

 

 

‘You son of bitch.’

 

To think that it was a life of dying from getting decapitated.
I really wanted to avoid it, though!

 

‘Well, it’s either dying from bumping my head at a table, or dying from getting decapitated.
Although it’s all the same deaths in vain.’

 

Even so, inside this novel, if I died from decapitation, it did belong to the pretty moderate side… but something was strange.

 

‘It hurts so much…’

 

I’m sure I died, but my whole body was hot and painful.
Will it hurt as much if I roll over and over in fire?

 

While I was struggling with pain, the back of my hand was insanely itchy.

 

At the strange sensations of cold, itchy, and warm, the moment I did my best with all of my strength, my eyes opened.

 

It took a long time for my view to return.

 

A dim room.
From the beams on the ceiling to the magnolia-shaped window frames.

 

I was strangely familiar with the embroidery patterns of the long pulled-down indigo silk hanging on the bed.
It even felt nostalgic.

 

‘Here is…’

 

A human-shaped shadow moved, bending along with the wavering candlelight.

 

Confirming the shadow’s owner, my eyes opened wide.

 

“Father?”

 

At that moment, something fell out of Father’s eyes.

 

When I saw the tears that touched the back of my hand, I realized the identity of the sensation that woke me up.

 

‘What’s this? Is this a revolving lantern?’

 

Father received many women’s admiration with his very handsome appearance.

 

However, just like a teacher who was in charge of the main character’s mental growth in general, different from his appearance, he had an upright and righteous personality.

 

Since he has such a personality, I had seen Father’s tears only once when we were together.

 

“I’m sorry.
I should’ve been by your side.”

 

At that sight of Father who said the same thing as my memory, somehow I laughed.

 

What does it matter whether it’s a revolving lantern, a dream, hell, or something else?

 

“Father… no, Dad.
Don’t cry.”

 

Father opened his mouth slightly and opened his eyes wide.
It was the first time I saw such a flustered expression.

 

Even though we’ve been together for years…

 

After the short laugh passed by, somehow emotions soared.

 

As I grew up, my relationship with Father only worsened.

 

Let alone seeing his surprised appearance, even his smiling appearance, no, I couldn’t even remember what kind of face he had at the end–

 

Whether the main character did something, sacrificed, and died.
He was a really good person, though.

 

Although he was a character in a novel, he was very clumsy, but he was always a sincere person to me.

 

I realized that only after he passed away.
Father was the only one who sincerely cared for the villainess extra in this scum-like novel.

 

“I’m sorry for all those times.”

 

Father still looked like he was in a daze.

 

It felt like something was lacking.

 

Yeah, if I want to do it, let’s do it properly.

 

I said with a light heart, with a mind of ‘let’s act as a devoted daughter even if it’s only at the end’.

 

“I love you.”

 

Father’s eyes opened wide.

 

‘Huhu.’

 

Seeing the surprised look, I was a little bit proud.

 

Good.
It seems that I have done everything that I could in the end.

 

If I close my eyes comfortably like this…

 

At that moment, Father hugged me to the point of suffocation.

 

The refreshing scent of my father, which was the same as my memory.

 

‘Whoa… it’s really the same.
No, wait.’

 

Suddenly, I felt a chill.

 

Is this really a revolving lantern? What kind of revolving lantern is this?

 

Father said in a voice that was filled with emotions.

 

“I thought you resented me, but turns out, you didn’t at all.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m sorry.
Turns out, during that time, during those times, Father didn’t know how you felt.
It’s all because I’m not good enough.
Sorry.
I’m sorry.”

 

“Yes?”

 

What in the world…

 

What’s going on?