Part 2 : The man who have no shameS

Part 2 : The man who have no shame

SeoYoon Log in Royal Road game in west Serabourgh, she was on her way back for her promise. There some players grinding near her.

"Hi, beauty why not join us", one of the men said to her.

SeoYoon realize that she forgot wearing her mask. She just wasted it at the river before log off. She shake her head and walk a way.

The man catch her hand and not let go.

SeoYoon desperate shaking her hand off, finally withdraw and shear her sword to the man hand.

Seeing their friend's hand cut off, the party attacking SeoYoon, but within seconds all turn grey.

SeoYoon put on her mask and with over her head have murder sign she walk back to town. All players seeing her murderous sing walk a way while watching her walk to town gate. They hope for a show guards punishing murderer.

Surprisingly, all the guards salute to her. SeoYoon then take her way to instructor's house. His wife ask her to come every month to eat together and she can't refuse it.

SeoYoon though that this maybe the last time she came. The town now became crowded with players and made her felt uncomfortable.

It's been 3 months since this country open to players, but actually she been this Kingdom for more than 6 months. It's became players starting point after she finished the request from the King.

The instructor's wife is a barbarian. She felt comfort by her side since she never ask her anything, also she her cook taste delicious. She walk in and find out instructor not home yet.

While she sitting inside and waiting, the instructor come back with a man. He is a user and it's make her fell a little uncomfortable.

Instructor catching the man hand tightly as if the man is a thief. She can see the man face changed after seeing her.

“My, my. Take it easy, Weed-nim. Now you understand why I was holding your hand tight.”

Weed tried to run away, but his desperate attempt failed because the instructor was holding his hand.

“Instructor.”
“Huh?”
“I didn't know you were so eager to get rid of me.”
“So now you know.”

The instructor smiled treacherously, and Weed relaxed a little. He acknowledged that if the instructor wanted him dead, this man would have rather dirtied his own hands than go to someone else for it.

“Please be seated, let me introduce you to each other. This is Weed. His level is low, but he passed the basic training program perfectly.”

Weed bowed to the girl slightly but she ignored him, hardly tilting her head, “This is Seoyoon. She also passed it recently. She visits my place once a month to have dinner with us.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you.”

Weed greeted Seoyoon politely, but she felt unconformable around a player. SeoYoon keep her cold face.

"Who is this man, why the instructor bring him here", though SeoYoon.

At that very moment, the instructor excused himself and dragged Weed into a comer. And SeoYoon can hear he wisp to the man.

“I am sorry. I apologize for her rudeness.”
“No, it’s fine, sir.”

“She’s basically a good girl. She just doesn't know how to speak. She is the closest thing I have to a baby sister. It seems she is distrustful of people. I invited her because I believed she could open her mind to you. Whew.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind at all.”

A moment later, he heard him ask Mr. Lancer the orc instructor.

“By the way, do you mind if I give a hand to Mrs. Lancer?”
“Are you good at cooking?”
“Not at all. Still, a hand is a hand in the kitchen. She can teach me how to cook.”
“Do as you please.”


As a barbarian by nature, the instructor’s wife was a giant. Following her orders, Weed diligently sliced pork sirloin and dipped it in sauce.
SeoYoon felt ashamed to be sitting idle alone at the table, as he was working hard in the kitchen, she rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen.

SeoYoon came up to Weed, stood to one side and watched him chopping the meat. She stepped in to help, but she didn't know what to do first. Weed directed her to a mountain of dishes.

“Clean these dishes, please.”

SeoYoon took the dishes and squatted on the floor rinsing them. They earned credit from the hostess for their hard work.
Later she heard Mrs. Lancer talk to Weed.

“You are doing well.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You have gifted hands. Do you want to learn cooking skills?”

“Of course, ma’am. Thank you so much for your kindness.”

As if something had occurred to her as she watched Weed, Seoyoon also asked the instructor’s wife to teach her how to cook. Sh often eat bread bead and sometimes when run out she only eat fruits.

Cooking Skills—they are simple skills that you can learn anywhere, by paying a membership fee to a chef’s guild or by serving an apprenticeship in a restaurant. No doubt it pays off well.

Pork barbecue on a large tray was finally served to the table. It was roasted yellow, steaming deliciously, the scent mingled with reality in the virtual reality. SeoYoon eat silently.

She saw Weed promptly picked up a knife and a fork.

*Glare*

Suddenly, the instructor took it upon himself to caution Weed.

“You are a guest, Weed-nim. Do not eat too much.”

What kind of host would criticize an invited guest at the dinner table?

He was no longer the manly instructor in the Training Hall. In his place was a vicious Orc exposing his greed for food on the table. An Orc at level two hundred, that was.

But Weed wasn't the type who easily succumbed to blackmail in the face of such food.

“I beg to differ, Instructor.”
“You are not agreeing with me?”

Weed felt suddenly pressurized, which was more than he could bear. He felt dazed, and his hand holding the knife was shaky.

‘Damn it.’ Weed swallowed and glanced sideways.

He had a look at Seoyoon to see how that fragile-looking girl was coping with it. This was the world of a fantasy RPG game. Level rules. She appeared unaffected.


The instructor’s wife, one of the barbarians who venerated the laws of nature, especially the survival of the fittest, ignored the plight of weaklings.

Since a barbarian was physically superior to other races, it was only Weed who was threatened by the instructor’s murderous intimidation shooting from his eyes. Nobody sided with him.

But this was Weed. Was he not the person who could turn enemies to friends, and friends to apostles?

“Honorable Instructor, let me speak.”

Fighting off the trembling in his body, Weed just about managed to open his mouth.

“What! If you have anything at all to say, drop the knife and fork first, then we can chat pleasantly until the end of time.”

“Your beautiful wife displayed such exceptional cooking sense and skill in this meal. I am already intoxicated with the smell, and it fills my head with what it will taste like. Once I eat this, the memory shall be treasured forever.”

The instructor burst into his trademark laughter.

“She is a great cook. I am proud of her.”
“Absolutely. She is your wife, after all. The barbecue looks gorgeous.”
“Honey.”

Mrs. Lancer poked at her husband.

She was apparently flattered by Weed’s sweet compliment.

“True, where else can you get a chance to lay your hands on such a delicious meal? Help yourself, Weed-nim.”

As the saying goes, a wife is the pride of the husband.

The instructor proved he was a sucker when it came to his wife. Anyway, the meal was great. Not only the pork barbecue but also side dishes that the hostess had cooked using recipe from the Northern Province delighted Weed’s tongue.

“Yum, yum. It’s so good, ma’am. You’re the best. I am envious of Mr. Lancer that he can eat your delicious meals every day.”

“True, true,” the instructor said, grinning approvingly.

Weed loosened his belt and eased himself. The instructor laughed heartily, and Seoyoon dutifully finished her plate in silence like a French doll made of ice. SeoYoon felt that man very shameless to use Mrs.lance for excuse and more reason to ignored him.

***
Seoyoon stayed in the instructor’s cabin. She could not reject his wife’s persistent suggestion to stay over.

She ran across Weed several times in the morning. When she opened the door of the guest room, he happened to pass by it.

But they missed eye contact, pretending not to notice the presence of the other, and excused themselves without greeting, she don't want to acknowledge the shameless mn.

When Weed left the house, Seoyoon followed him out because she was too embarrassed to be left behind by herself.

With dead eyes, she stared at an empty space where he had been standing minutes before.

“Where should I go now?” she asked herself.
“Anywhere I want to go…” she replied.

There was no such place. At the same time, she was free to go anywhere.

‘As long as I can get away from this painful memory.’

Seoyoon began to walk toward the South Gate. Not that she wanted to go there.

She only wanted to go to the wasteland, a land yet to be fully explored, somewhere rampant with monsters.

She had started her journey near the center of the continent, moving to the Western Frontier in search of stronger monsters to fight.

“I want to see monsters.”
“I can lose myself while I’m fighting them.”
“I don’t need to think about anything.”
“Even the irrevocable truth that I was never loved in my life.”
“Stop, Seoyoon. Stay strong.”

Even though Seoyoon spoke to no one, it was far from the truth that her mind, too, ceased to function.

Below the frozen surface, water was swirling faster as she asked questions of herself, and answered them. However, on the surface, her face was empty of any sign of expression, as though carved from ice.

A repeated conversation. Said this, heard that. Echoes within her mind.

Seoyoon felt less hungry when she fought amid a pack of monsters. She sought bloody battles in a dungeon full of monsters.

Ever yearning for deadlier monsters, she feared no death. She never let the blood flow from battle dry out.

A berserker who showed herself worthy of a life soaked in madness and massacre—that was her