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Bibell[Crest]
Summer vacation assignments.
He spent his free time making up diary entries and copying reading passages.
No wonder Lim Do-hoon, the third-grade teacher, scolded Eunha.
Eventually, he had to clean the classroom for a month with the kids who hadn’t done their homework.
«Ha, now I can breathe.»
Eunha flopped down on the grass as soon as he saw it. The bag on his shoulder had long since been thrown on a random pair.
He hadn’t been to school for three months, and the tiredness of school was even worse. I was exhausted.
The other students who started the new semester seemed to be in a similar state, but Eunha couldn’t gather his thoughts in the reality that he had to go to school for another week.
Fortunately, today was the day of the school festival.
It was like a refreshing rain in a drought.
He wanted to close his eyes and sleep on the grass field just like that.
Of course, his friends wouldn’t leave him alone.
«You came all the way here just to sleep? Come on, help us spread the mats.»
«Captain, hold this for a moment!»
He opened his eyes at the sound of his friends calling him.
Eunha reluctantly got up from his spot. He helped Eunhyuk spread the mat, making sure to put rocks on the corners so that it wouldn’t fly away in the wind.
«We should draw or sleep soon.»
«What should we draw?»
«Whatever we see.»
Hayang asked with curious eyes.
Eunha casually opened her sketchbook. She roughly sketched trees, fields, flowers, stone walls, and the fringe of a pavilion.
It didn’t take long to complete the sketch.
«…If you show this, the teacher might scold you.»
Hayang, who had been silently observing him draw, cautiously spoke.
In her mind, she was already envisioning the sight of the homeroom teacher scolding him, and her voice contained a worried and anxious emotion.
«He can scold all he wants. What does it matter?»
Eunha wasn’t scared at all, whether the homeroom teacher scolded him or not.
Drawing was just not his thing.
Even if he had regressed, he had no talent for drawing or music.
If he had any talent at all, he would have been severely reprimanded before his regression by Yoo jeong.
That was when: «Mistflower» was created. (1)
Mistflower.
It was the name of the first party he created, and the one he remained a part of until his death.
At the time of the party’s founding, the members were meeting to decide on a crest for the Mistflower Party.
Not caring what the party’s crest would look like, he showed them a rough draft.
‘…Are you sure you want to go with this?’
Lee Yoo Jung was looking at him with a strange gaze.
‘What’s the big deal.’
Eunha frowned.
He didn’t like intricate paintings, so he thought something as simple as the one he had drawn was appropriate.
‘Still, this isn’t it.’
Jin Farang looked at him with a strange gaze and click out his tongue.
‘What.’
Eunha was getting annoyed as one by one, the members of the party had nothing but negative things to say about the painting.
He’d thought that the party’s crest, with its black background and white flowers, was enough.
‘If anyone saw it, they might think it’s not Mistflower Party but a well-something party, dude.’
‘It’s my fault for trusting you. Give it to me. I’ll draw it.’
Farang giggled as he saw Eunha annoyed.
Placing her hand on her forehead, Yoo jung sighed and said, ‘If you think so.’
Then, she opened a new sketchbook and began drawing a picture of several white mistflowers clustered on a black background.
‘Oh, you’re good at drawing?’
‘How is it?’
‘Well… let’s go with that.’
Eunha had no choice but to approve of Yoo jung’s drawing.
He was inwardly surprised to learn that she had a knack for drawing in addition to the classics.
He heard from her later,
‘Come on. I’m an educated woman, you know how competitive I am, you should be nice to me.’
‘Ha, that’s why I’m staying up all night for you. Go back to bed and get some sleep.’
‘…You know what?’
‘What?’
‘I deployed the mana detection net earlier, and… there are no monsters around here’
‘But?’
‘My tent, the one next to yours, is empty.’
‘…Well, it’s good to have some extra space.’
Why did I have to remember that?
Returning from his reminiscence, Eunha smiled bitterly.
Eunha was trying to forget what had happened before his regression.
«What are you drawing anyway?»
«Just you.»
«Are you kidding me?»
Eunha turned to face her and glared at Minji, who was still drawing.
Then she showed him what she was drawing.
A face with squinty eyes, drawn in jagged lines. The eyes were set in pairs and ther nostrils were unusually large.
Alright. Let’s fight, then.
A fire was ignited.
Eunha, even if it meant seeking revenge, started drawing a new picture.
«What are you looking at to say that about me! I didn’t look like this!»
«You’re fine with just sleeping. Honestly, even just being a sleeping beauty is a waste of time.»
«This is ridiculous! I’m the one who feels more wasted! Who said I look chubby just by looking at me!»
«Oh, I should also draw a Poké Ball.»
They were engaged in a heated argument at Gyeongbokgung Palace.
«I also need to draw quickly.»
Hayang had gotten used to their bickering by now. She turned her head to see what the other kids were drawing.
Close by, Hyunyul was drawing a picture using Seona as a model.
«Hey, I need to start drawing too.»
«Stay still. Stop flinching.»
«Haah….»
Seona, who had been sitting on a wooden pillar since morning, sighed.
She regretted meeting the alchemy duo from the other class.
But if that hadn’t happened, Hyunyul wouldn’t have chased her, with his drowsy eyes suddenly sparkling, to draw her.
«We’re almost done. Just hold on a little longer.»
«Eunhyuk, why are you drawing me?»
Seona complained in a muffled voice, holding the sketchbook vertically.
In response, Eunhyuk, who had his face close to the sketchbook while drawing, moved his head back and said,
«You really match well with the autumn leaves.»
«Huh?»
He blurted out and buried his face back in the sketchbook.
Seona opened her eyes wide and stared at him.
Huh? What? I match well? Me? She couldn’t figure out how to take in those words with her twitching ears and her tail wagging in the air.
Me, matching well?
Other kids would match better.
Her face grew hot. It felt embarrassing for no reason.
She wondered if she, as an Ain, deserved to hear such words.
«Stay still.»
«Oh, sorry.»
If Hyunyul hadn’t caught her attention, Seona would have been holding her head down in embarrassment the whole time.
Regardless, Eunhyuk was completely absorbed in drawing her.
«You both draw well, huh?»
At that moment, the two who had been arguing approached.
«Wow, it’s pretty.»
Minji’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the picture that Hyunyul was painting with watercolors.
It felt like Seona was completely captured inside the sketchbook.
She’d heard rumors that Hyunyul was good at drawing, but to see him in person was awe-inspiring.
«I see. He’s good.»
Eunha, on the other hand, wasn’t looking at Seona, but at what she was wearing.
Seona liked to wear plain clothes. Patternless clothes.
Even the outfit she wore to the event was the same.
But Hyunyul had added patterns to her clothes, adding a touch of color that matched the autumn leaves.
«…You could become a Crestar,» Eunha mentioned, catching Hyunyul’s interest»
Eunha explained further.
«They are the ones who create mottos for clans and parties. But the role of a Crestar, known as a Monshangga, goes beyond just creating mottos.
The Crestar’s mottos are the embodiment of a ritual for activating magic. Their true abilities are revealed when they carve the mottos onto the player’s device.»
Only first-rate Crestars were capable of carving complex rituals required for certain magic spells, minimizing the chances of impairing the functionality of the player’s device.
However, being skilled at drawing alone doesn’t guarantee one can become a Crestar. The process of transforming the unreal world of magic into a tangible ritual was challenging, and even the process of engraving mottos onto the player’s device was not without its difficulties.
One small mistake could render the player’s device unable to function properly.
So I didn’t engrave any crests on my sword.
Eunha watched as Hyunyul’s drawing came to a close, and he was once again immersed in the past.
‘…I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep my promise. I couldn’t find a skilled Crestar who could engrave a motto using my name.’
‘…Don’t worry about it. Now is not the time to be concerned about that. Did you take your medicine?’
‘I never take medicine when I work.’
‘Haa, just wait. Yoo jung will get you some.’
‘No, it’s fine. Instead, take a look at this.’
Waves of the Sea.
The man who was only dubbed the <Maestro of Misfortune> after his death held out a pure white longsword composed of divine beings.
«…No One Cry. What do you think, it’s a fitting name for you, isn’t it?
No One Cry was the sword that the <Undead> No Eunha wielded until the moment of his death, and was known as the last work of the <Maestro of Misfortune>.
Eunha never let go of that sword, even though he changed his secondary weapon from Mangoshu.
Nor did he think to engrave it.
Only the Crestar acknowledged by Waves of the Sea himself could engrave a motto onto his masterpiece. It was a matter of stubbornness.
Eunha couldn’t simply brush off the fact that he couldn’t complete his final work before taking his last breath.
That’s why, even when people started calling Waves of the Sea the <Maestro of Misfortune> and praised the value of his work, he didn’t reveal that his final work was actually incomplete.
When renowned Crestars begged to be allowed to engrave mottos onto Waves of the Sea’s masterpiece, he didn’t accept.
‘Why should I use your motto?’ he asked.
Before Waves of the Sea departed from this world, he left a testament for Eunha, urging him to let any Crestar engrave a motto on his sword.
However, Eunha had no intention of honoring his last will.
Those who had shown no interest and turned their backs when Waves of the Sea was unknown, suddenly became interested and sought him out once he was called the «Maestro of Misfortune»
«Captain, what are you thinking about today?»
«…Just reminiscing.»
«Reminiscing? About what?»
«Just something from the past.»
Eunha finally snapped out of his recollection. It was then that he realized Hyunyul had been drawing him.
«Why are you drawing me?»
«Just stay still. Earlier, your face… It was very nice.»
After that, Hyunyul remained silent.
Eunha had to assume the poses as instructed, meanwhile, Eunhyeok continued to paint using Seona as his model.
«Lift your legs a bit higher.»
«…What are you trying to draw?»
«Just something. You drew a picture of me earlier.»
«Because I thought you and the autumn leaves matched well.»
«You also match well with the autumn leaves.»
Seona made a sound of amusement as she mumbled that she matched well with the autumn leaves. «I don’t fit in. I’m not a good match.»
Thinking that she didn’t fit in, Seona demanded a difficult pose from Eunhyuk, even if it was for venting her frustration.
«Why only me? Hyunyul say it too.»
«You’re trembling in your legs. Just stay still. We’re almost done.»
«Can’t we take a little break and then continue?»
«No. We can’t.»
Seona wagged her tail back and forth.
Eunhyuk had to hold his ground, almost sulking.
Meanwhile, Hayang, who was trying to decide what to draw, spotted a rabbit hopping in the grass.
«Hmm, I think I’ll draw a rabbit, and it would be nice to have a watch with it.»
Hayang took out the pocket watch that Min Junshik had given her and placed it right next to the rabbit.
She didn’t even mind getting grass stains on her skirt. She sat on the grass and sketched the pocket watch and the rabbit.
«I’m done.»
«Where? Show me. Huh? What’s this?»
Suddenly, Hyunyul finished Eunha’s drawing.
Minji, who had been leisurely eating lunch after finishing her own drawing, rushed over.
Both Eunha and Minji couldn’t help but feel surprised.
In Hyunyul’s drawing, it depicted Eunha with a sorrowful expression on his face.
And that face looked like a person in their 30s.
«…Why did you draw me as an adult?»
Eunha was taken aback by the drawing.
It resembled his appearance before the regression.
Did this one also undergo regression?
That thought crossed his mind for a moment.
«Yeah, it just seemed that way.»
Hyunyul showed no further interest in the drawing. He didn’t have any more inspiration. He returned to his drowsy state and responded with annoyance.
What’s up with him?
Eunha gazed intently at Hyunyul, who was lying face down on the mat.
He even checked his internal mana, but it was below average.
Maybe he just has exceptional talent.
There was a saying that a Crestar couldn’t become first-rate just by relying on what they saw.
The essence of being a Crestar was to depict the unseen phenomena with mottos.
In that sense, Hyunyul might possess the qualities to become first-rate.
«How about you try becoming a Crestar?»
So Eunha proposed to Hyunyul, who closed his eyes, saying he would sleep.
Hyunyul waved his hand dismissively in response.
«No, I don’t want to. It’s bothersome. I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep.»
Apart from drawing, Hyunyul found everything else bothersome.
☆
The results of the art competition were as follows: Seona’s drawing, which was created by Hyunyul, received the gold medal in the entire grade.
In addition, Eunhyuk’s drawing won the gold medal within the grade, and Hayang’s drawing received the silver medal.
Seona received an encouragement award.
And as for Eunha and Minji…
«Why do I have to clean up with you!»
«That’s what I’m saying, let’s just finish up and go home, okay?»
After submitting their distorted drawings, the two had to clean the classroom every day after school.
Naturally, Eunha had to clean for another month.
Notes!
(1) Mistflower: In Korean, the term «안개꽃» (Angaekkot) can be translated as both «fog flower» and «mist flower.» So both translations are accurate and can be used interchangeably to describe the flower. I prefer «Mistflower» so I will stick with it.
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Bibell[Crest]
Summer vacation assignments.
He spent his free time making up diary entries and copying reading passages.
No wonder Lim Do-hoon, the third-grade teacher, scolded Eunha.
Eventually, he had to clean the classroom for a month with the kids who hadn’t done their homework.
«Ha, now I can breathe.»
Eunha flopped down on the grass as soon as he saw it. The bag on his shoulder had long since been thrown on a random pair.
He hadn’t been to school for three months, and the tiredness of school was even worse. I was exhausted.
The other students who started the new semester seemed to be in a similar state, but Eunha couldn’t gather his thoughts in the reality that he had to go to school for another week.
Fortunately, today was the day of the school festival.
It was like a refreshing rain in a drought.
He wanted to close his eyes and sleep on the grass field just like that.
Of course, his friends wouldn’t leave him alone.
«You came all the way here just to sleep? Come on, help us spread the mats.»
«Captain, hold this for a moment!»
He opened his eyes at the sound of his friends calling him.
Eunha reluctantly got up from his spot. He helped Eunhyuk spread the mat, making sure to put rocks on the corners so that it wouldn’t fly away in the wind.
«We should draw or sleep soon.»
«What should we draw?»
«Whatever we see.»
Hayang asked with curious eyes.
Eunha casually opened her sketchbook. She roughly sketched trees, fields, flowers, stone walls, and the fringe of a pavilion.
It didn’t take long to complete the sketch.
«…If you show this, the teacher might scold you.»
Hayang, who had been silently observing him draw, cautiously spoke.
In her mind, she was already envisioning the sight of the homeroom teacher scolding him, and her voice contained a worried and anxious emotion.
«He can scold all he wants. What does it matter?»
Eunha wasn’t scared at all, whether the homeroom teacher scolded him or not.
Drawing was just not his thing.
Even if he had regressed, he had no talent for drawing or music.
If he had any talent at all, he would have been severely reprimanded before his regression by Yoo jeong.
That was when: «Mistflower» was created. (1)
Mistflower.
It was the name of the first party he created, and the one he remained a part of until his death.
At the time of the party’s founding, the members were meeting to decide on a crest for the Mistflower Party.
Not caring what the party’s crest would look like, he showed them a rough draft.
‘…Are you sure you want to go with this?’
Lee Yoo Jung was looking at him with a strange gaze.
‘What’s the big deal.’
Eunha frowned.
He didn’t like intricate paintings, so he thought something as simple as the one he had drawn was appropriate.
‘Still, this isn’t it.’
Jin Farang looked at him with a strange gaze and click out his tongue.
‘What.’
Eunha was getting annoyed as one by one, the members of the party had nothing but negative things to say about the painting.
He’d thought that the party’s crest, with its black background and white flowers, was enough.
‘If anyone saw it, they might think it’s not Mistflower Party but a well-something party, dude.’
‘It’s my fault for trusting you. Give it to me. I’ll draw it.’
Farang giggled as he saw Eunha annoyed.
Placing her hand on her forehead, Yoo jung sighed and said, ‘If you think so.’
Then, she opened a new sketchbook and began drawing a picture of several white mistflowers clustered on a black background.
‘Oh, you’re good at drawing?’
‘How is it?’
‘Well… let’s go with that.’
Eunha had no choice but to approve of Yoo jung’s drawing.
He was inwardly surprised to learn that she had a knack for drawing in addition to the classics.
He heard from her later,
‘Come on. I’m an educated woman, you know how competitive I am, you should be nice to me.’
‘Ha, that’s why I’m staying up all night for you. Go back to bed and get some sleep.’
‘…You know what?’
‘What?’
‘I deployed the mana detection net earlier, and… there are no monsters around here’
‘But?’
‘My tent, the one next to yours, is empty.’
‘…Well, it’s good to have some extra space.’
Why did I have to remember that?
Returning from his reminiscence, Eunha smiled bitterly.
Eunha was trying to forget what had happened before his regression.
«What are you drawing anyway?»
«Just you.»
«Are you kidding me?»
Eunha turned to face her and glared at Minji, who was still drawing.
Then she showed him what she was drawing.
A face with squinty eyes, drawn in jagged lines. The eyes were set in pairs and ther nostrils were unusually large.
Alright. Let’s fight, then.
A fire was ignited.
Eunha, even if it meant seeking revenge, started drawing a new picture.
«What are you looking at to say that about me! I didn’t look like this!»
«You’re fine with just sleeping. Honestly, even just being a sleeping beauty is a waste of time.»
«This is ridiculous! I’m the one who feels more wasted! Who said I look chubby just by looking at me!»
«Oh, I should also draw a Poké Ball.»
They were engaged in a heated argument at Gyeongbokgung Palace.
«I also need to draw quickly.»
Hayang had gotten used to their bickering by now. She turned her head to see what the other kids were drawing.
Close by, Hyunyul was drawing a picture using Seona as a model.
«Hey, I need to start drawing too.»
«Stay still. Stop flinching.»
«Haah….»
Seona, who had been sitting on a wooden pillar since morning, sighed.
She regretted meeting the alchemy duo from the other class.
But if that hadn’t happened, Hyunyul wouldn’t have chased her, with his drowsy eyes suddenly sparkling, to draw her.
«We’re almost done. Just hold on a little longer.»
«Eunhyuk, why are you drawing me?»
Seona complained in a muffled voice, holding the sketchbook vertically.
In response, Eunhyuk, who had his face close to the sketchbook while drawing, moved his head back and said,
«You really match well with the autumn leaves.»
«Huh?»
He blurted out and buried his face back in the sketchbook.
Seona opened her eyes wide and stared at him.
Huh? What? I match well? Me? She couldn’t figure out how to take in those words with her twitching ears and her tail wagging in the air.
Me, matching well?
Other kids would match better.
Her face grew hot. It felt embarrassing for no reason.
She wondered if she, as an Ain, deserved to hear such words.
«Stay still.»
«Oh, sorry.»
If Hyunyul hadn’t caught her attention, Seona would have been holding her head down in embarrassment the whole time.
Regardless, Eunhyuk was completely absorbed in drawing her.
«You both draw well, huh?»
At that moment, the two who had been arguing approached.
«Wow, it’s pretty.»
Minji’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the picture that Hyunyul was painting with watercolors.
It felt like Seona was completely captured inside the sketchbook.
She’d heard rumors that Hyunyul was good at drawing, but to see him in person was awe-inspiring.
«I see. He’s good.»
Eunha, on the other hand, wasn’t looking at Seona, but at what she was wearing.
Seona liked to wear plain clothes. Patternless clothes.
Even the outfit she wore to the event was the same.
But Hyunyul had added patterns to her clothes, adding a touch of color that matched the autumn leaves.
«…You could become a Crestar,» Eunha mentioned, catching Hyunyul’s interest»
Eunha explained further.
«They are the ones who create mottos for clans and parties. But the role of a Crestar, known as a Monshangga, goes beyond just creating mottos.
The Crestar’s mottos are the embodiment of a ritual for activating magic. Their true abilities are revealed when they carve the mottos onto the player’s device.»
Only first-rate Crestars were capable of carving complex rituals required for certain magic spells, minimizing the chances of impairing the functionality of the player’s device.
However, being skilled at drawing alone doesn’t guarantee one can become a Crestar. The process of transforming the unreal world of magic into a tangible ritual was challenging, and even the process of engraving mottos onto the player’s device was not without its difficulties.
One small mistake could render the player’s device unable to function properly.
So I didn’t engrave any crests on my sword.
Eunha watched as Hyunyul’s drawing came to a close, and he was once again immersed in the past.
‘…I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep my promise. I couldn’t find a skilled Crestar who could engrave a motto using my name.’
‘…Don’t worry about it. Now is not the time to be concerned about that. Did you take your medicine?’
‘I never take medicine when I work.’
‘Haa, just wait. Yoo jung will get you some.’
‘No, it’s fine. Instead, take a look at this.’
Waves of the Sea.
The man who was only dubbed the <Maestro of Misfortune> after his death held out a pure white longsword composed of divine beings.
«…No One Cry. What do you think, it’s a fitting name for you, isn’t it?
No One Cry was the sword that the <Undead> No Eunha wielded until the moment of his death, and was known as the last work of the <Maestro of Misfortune>.
Eunha never let go of that sword, even though he changed his secondary weapon from Mangoshu.
Nor did he think to engrave it.
Only the Crestar acknowledged by Waves of the Sea himself could engrave a motto onto his masterpiece. It was a matter of stubbornness.
Eunha couldn’t simply brush off the fact that he couldn’t complete his final work before taking his last breath.
That’s why, even when people started calling Waves of the Sea the <Maestro of Misfortune> and praised the value of his work, he didn’t reveal that his final work was actually incomplete.
When renowned Crestars begged to be allowed to engrave mottos onto Waves of the Sea’s masterpiece, he didn’t accept.
‘Why should I use your motto?’ he asked.
Before Waves of the Sea departed from this world, he left a testament for Eunha, urging him to let any Crestar engrave a motto on his sword.
However, Eunha had no intention of honoring his last will.
Those who had shown no interest and turned their backs when Waves of the Sea was unknown, suddenly became interested and sought him out once he was called the «Maestro of Misfortune»
«Captain, what are you thinking about today?»
«…Just reminiscing.»
«Reminiscing? About what?»
«Just something from the past.»
Eunha finally snapped out of his recollection. It was then that he realized Hyunyul had been drawing him.
«Why are you drawing me?»
«Just stay still. Earlier, your face… It was very nice.»
After that, Hyunyul remained silent.
Eunha had to assume the poses as instructed, meanwhile, Eunhyeok continued to paint using Seona as his model.
«Lift your legs a bit higher.»
«…What are you trying to draw?»
«Just something. You drew a picture of me earlier.»
«Because I thought you and the autumn leaves matched well.»
«You also match well with the autumn leaves.»
Seona made a sound of amusement as she mumbled that she matched well with the autumn leaves. «I don’t fit in. I’m not a good match.»
Thinking that she didn’t fit in, Seona demanded a difficult pose from Eunhyuk, even if it was for venting her frustration.
«Why only me? Hyunyul say it too.»
«You’re trembling in your legs. Just stay still. We’re almost done.»
«Can’t we take a little break and then continue?»
«No. We can’t.»
Seona wagged her tail back and forth.
Eunhyuk had to hold his ground, almost sulking.
Meanwhile, Hayang, who was trying to decide what to draw, spotted a rabbit hopping in the grass.
«Hmm, I think I’ll draw a rabbit, and it would be nice to have a watch with it.»
Hayang took out the pocket watch that Min Junshik had given her and placed it right next to the rabbit.
She didn’t even mind getting grass stains on her skirt. She sat on the grass and sketched the pocket watch and the rabbit.
«I’m done.»
«Where? Show me. Huh? What’s this?»
Suddenly, Hyunyul finished Eunha’s drawing.
Minji, who had been leisurely eating lunch after finishing her own drawing, rushed over.
Both Eunha and Minji couldn’t help but feel surprised.
In Hyunyul’s drawing, it depicted Eunha with a sorrowful expression on his face.
And that face looked like a person in their 30s.
«…Why did you draw me as an adult?»
Eunha was taken aback by the drawing.
It resembled his appearance before the regression.
Did this one also undergo regression?
That thought crossed his mind for a moment.
«Yeah, it just seemed that way.»
Hyunyul showed no further interest in the drawing. He didn’t have any more inspiration. He returned to his drowsy state and responded with annoyance.
What’s up with him?
Eunha gazed intently at Hyunyul, who was lying face down on the mat.
He even checked his internal mana, but it was below average.
Maybe he just has exceptional talent.
There was a saying that a Crestar couldn’t become first-rate just by relying on what they saw.
The essence of being a Crestar was to depict the unseen phenomena with mottos.
In that sense, Hyunyul might possess the qualities to become first-rate.
«How about you try becoming a Crestar?»
So Eunha proposed to Hyunyul, who closed his eyes, saying he would sleep.
Hyunyul waved his hand dismissively in response.
«No, I don’t want to. It’s bothersome. I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep.»
Apart from drawing, Hyunyul found everything else bothersome.
☆
The results of the art competition were as follows: Seona’s drawing, which was created by Hyunyul, received the gold medal in the entire grade.
In addition, Eunhyuk’s drawing won the gold medal within the grade, and Hayang’s drawing received the silver medal.
Seona received an encouragement award.
And as for Eunha and Minji…
«Why do I have to clean up with you!»
«That’s what I’m saying, let’s just finish up and go home, okay?»
After submitting their distorted drawings, the two had to clean the classroom every day after school.
Naturally, Eunha had to clean for another month.
Notes!
(1) Mistflower: In Korean, the term «안개꽃» (Angaekkot) can be translated as both «fog flower» and «mist flower.» So both translations are accurate and can be used interchangeably to describe the flower. I prefer «Mistflower» so I will stick with it.
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