I was an assassin.
Once known as the “Three Calamities,” I struck fear into the martial world, became a public enemy of the Murim, and didn’t stop even after ravaging the Nine Great Clans. I drove countless masters to the edge of a cliff—literally.
“The Namgung family’s daughter is blind?”
“Oh dear.”
I committed brutal acts without blinking an eye, like a soulless puppet who lived solely to complete her missions.
“Lady Soyou! Was your journey so arduous that your body has deteriorated to the point of coughing up blood? If you had only given me the slightest warning, I would have done more to help…”
…But now?
Cough, cough!
“Blood!”
“Heavens, Soyou! You’re coughing up blood again today!”
I’ve ended up playing the role of the Namgung clan’s sickly, frail, and endlessly delicate concubine’s daughter.
My name is Yeo Il.
Anyway, I used to be an assassin.
