Chapter 132
They went straight to the hospital. Though Eunseong didn’t know how genetic testing would be conducted, he followed the nurse’s instructions.
While Eunseong was being tested, an entire floor of the Seongha Group’s hospital was completely restricted. Some members of the council of elders, executors, and a few witnesses waited anxiously. Some knelt on the floor, facing the wall and reciting prayers.
Yoo Siwoon, who had already confirmed that Eunseong was the great rift, sat in the waiting room chair, his hands clutching his hair. The Apostle of the council of elders, misunderstanding Yoo Siwoon’s troubled behavior, approached him.
“You know well what price you’ll pay if this is all false.”
“…”
Yoo Siwoon raised his head and looked at the Apostle who was watching him keenly. Several executors surrounded Yoo Siwoon with a severe demeanor, as if ready to break his neck at the Apostle’s command. It was a warning to prevent any escape attempt.
Yoo Siwoon asked in a tired voice:
“Has the one Chairman Yoo claimed to find been verified?”
“That one will be verified soon too.”
“In over two thousand years there were only two, how could there be more than one prophecy in the same era?”
“That would be impossible.”
“Then one side is lying. Deceiving our god, deceiving the council of elders, deceiving history and our ancestors. Deceiving everyone.”
“If so, that’s a grave sin that even death cannot repay.”
“Theirs is the fake.”
“…”
“Because ours is real.”
Yoo Siwoon declared this to the Apostle and bowed his head, gaunt with fatigue. He covered his face with his hands.
The very process of having Eunseong confirmed as his was unbearable pain. Bitter regret was crushing Yoo Siwoon—if only he had dealt with Yoo Oseon definitively back then, this wouldn’t have happened.
He regretted not stabbing him repeatedly in the neck or chest to thoroughly confirm his death. Instead of nailing the entrance shut, he should have set it on fire. He should have calculated even the slightest possibility that Yoo Oseon might survive. The future he had envisioned with Eunseong was now completely shattered. Now they couldn’t go to New York as Eunseong wanted, nor could they flee and abandon those who had been working with them, like Director Nam.
Yoo Siwoon continued, his head still bowed, looking at the floor:
“There’s a Director Kim in Seongha Trading’s Strategic Planning Office.”
“Who is that? One of our believers?”
“Someone who worked with me. Director Kim informed me that Chairman Yoo was promoting a fake. But now I can’t reach him. Chairman Yoo must have done something. Don’t you already know that Chairman Yoo has been doing many things behind the scenes without the council’s approval?”
“…”
At Yoo Siwoon’s words, the Apostle frowned with displeasure and raised his hand to call an executor closer. After he whispered something, the executor glanced at Yoo Siwoon, gave a short bow, and left with the other executors. Their black suits were exactly like the flock of crows covering corpses that Eunseong had described.
“If that’s true, the council won’t leave Chairman Yoo alone. Like a non-believer who deserves to be torn apart. Sitting in the chairman’s position and daring to desecrate the history of our Yongse Pacheon Church! Desecrating our Almighty!”
“I have one more thing to tell you.”
“What else?”
“…I have been continuing a relationship without the council’s approval.”
“…”
“The great rift and I are in love with each other.”
“…Hmm.”
The Apostle sighed deeply, pursing his lips in deep thought. He had already noticed when he smelled the Jeokdan on Yoo Siwoon, and Yoo Siwoon was one of the few bloodline members qualified as a breeder from the Seongha family. Not following the formal procedure was wrong, but since he had made efforts to fulfill the prophecy, it wasn’t a serious enough crime to warrant punishment.
If he not only discovered the great rift but also realized the prophecy of the god who came through the shortcut, it wouldn’t be a sin but something to be venerated. Becoming the father of the god who came through the shortcut was a great honor. It was almost like transcending the human body.
“And I intend to continue doing so.”
“That’s—”
“That’s for me to decide.”
“…”
Yoo Siwoon stared at the Apostle with the eyes of one who owned the family. The old man couldn’t answer.
It was his first time actually encountering the great rift, and the laws were made so long ago that as long as the “god who came through the shortcut” was produced, the procedure or process wasn’t that important. The Apostle, already convinced by Yoo Siwoon’s demeanor, listened as he continued:
“Director Yoo Oseon once diverted internal group documents to prosecutors to deal with Managing Director Yoo Seongil. When Managing Director Yoo Seongil found out, he ordered me to kill Director Yoo Oseon. I only pretended to kill him as Managing Director Yoo Seongil ordered, so I shouldn’t be punished, right?”
“…”
“I understand it’s the council’s law that one breeder cannot interfere with another breeder, for the purpose of seed production.”
“What, are you asking for him to be dealt with?”
“He should be dealt with. Isn’t that the law?”
The old man who had received respect and reverence as an Apostle of the council was offended by Yoo Siwoon’s sharp, commanding attitude. The Apostle refused his words, saying there was no need to proceed so hastily.
“That’s the law, but it’s not too late to do it after confirmation.”
“It is too late.”
“Your attitude is disrespectful.”
Just as the Apostle was about to admonish Yoo Siwoon not to act so rashly, the waiting room door burst open, and a doctor who was a believer of Yongse Pacheon Church and some executors rushed in. Their faces were flushed with excitement, admiration, joy, and the happiness of experiencing a miracle. Some were in tears.
It meant Eunseong was the great rift. Yoo Siwoon, who already knew this, wasn’t surprised at all, but the Apostle, who had still been half-doubting, let out a sigh of amazement. His knees trembled.
Yoo Siwoon looked at them dispassionately as they tried to convey the joyful news and said:
“Deal with Yoo Seongil and Yoo Oseon first.”
“Ah, how can this be! How… how can this be! Behold, the god who came through the shortcut rides on a blue-yellow horse along that path, their end is in the midst of the fires of destruction, and only our righteousness will fill the world!”
The white-haired old man raised both hands high and shouted with joy.
∞ ∞ ∞
Director Nam stood stiffly, as if being threatened with a gun, watching the council executor who had brought documents for Yoo Siwoon’s approval.
Yoo Siwoon checked and signed the documents naturally, as he had done before. After confirming that Eunseong was the great rift, the succession of the group was steadily proceeding to Yoo Siwoon.
The executor’s snake-like sharp eyes turned briefly toward Director Nam, who was looking at him with too much fear. Whether it was some kind of tattoo on the eyeball or special lenses, the unusually small pupil in the white eye moved as if it might make a thudding sound.
Director Nam’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed upon making eye contact. It was the executor’s job to put the knife to the sacrifice during human offering rituals.
“Have all of Chairman Yoo’s Jeokdan been confiscated?”
“We’ve completed searching the main house, Yoo Seongil’s apartment in Samseong-dong, the penthouse he occasionally stayed at, and the villas in Yangpyeong, Namhae, and Jeju Island, and brought everything we found to your residence. What Yoo Seongil was growing has been moved to the greenhouse as is, and there’s nothing left there, but we’ll search more thoroughly.”
Despite his strange eyeballs, his answers and behavior were extremely courteous and polite.
“I heard they’re being detained at the main Yongse Pacheon Church. How is it proceeding?”
“Since it’s been confirmed that Chairman Yoo and Yoo Seongil fabricated the prophecy, they’ll be sentenced right after a formal trial.”
Yoo Siwoon nodded. The executor received the signed documents, gathered his files, and bowed as he left.
As his residence was being used as a temporary office, Yoo Siwoon’s personal security personnel, executors dispatched by the council of elders, and unfamiliar faces were busy moving around the mansion.
“How is this… how did this happen?”
“You told me to play the role of the husband. I’m doing it diligently, why, don’t you like it?”
Yoo Siwoon answered indifferently while flipping through documents. Director Nam asked in a trembling voice:
“Are you in your right mind?”
“Don’t you see how everyone is careful with their words around me? That person doesn’t even turn his back to me, and even the Apostle speaks formally. And you’re just a director.”
“CEO!”
“Haah.”
Yoo Siwoon sighed heavily. He frowned one eyebrow, as if telling him to stop, and turned his gaze to Director Nam. Director Nam’s face had turned pale. He couldn’t understand the situation.
Yoo Siwoon had endured all kinds of hardships since his father’s generation, trying to eliminate the Yongse Pacheon Church.
Yet he not only exposed Eunseong as the great rift to the council of elders and the cult family he despised but also publicly announced it. And he even received their approval. It was something no one in their right mind would do if they were concerned about what Eunseong would go through in the future. And yet this man who claimed to love Eunseong was doing this.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
