@cinemafrances bom jeito de passar o fim de semana, de onde estou vendo 😭
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'se tocou cinco vezes, eu não estou, você é otário, por acaso?'
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@morff3u @hueninglian ah, obrigado por responder. espero achar um app para poder marcar séries de tv que assisti que tenha essa opção...
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@bamtis @hueninglian Dá pra exportar os dados do Trakt também, mas o Serializd não tem opção de importar dados, é bem ruim nessa vinculação
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depois de testar alguns apps, acho que vou ficar com o serializd por causa da comunidade e com o bingebase pq foi o que mais gostei da interface.
quando o sofatime sair pra android, testo ele também
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@morff3u @hueninglian ué, mas pode importar dados para/do trakt tv sem pagar por isso? bacana... estou custando migrando do trakt tv para a serializd...
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@hueninglian Gente como vcs podem escolher uma opção que nem tenha a feature de importar dados kkkkk acho isso uma loucura. Trakt achei o melhor, tem séries e filmes. Aceita importar dados do TvTime, as séries ficam no feed principal, tem sessão de comentários e da pra seguir a galera.
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IU's makeup and hair styling on Yoo Inna's radio looked so gorgeous and felt so different from her usual look.. I kind of wish she could work with that makeup artist and hairstylist more often, it suits her so well 🥺
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@lilacpallette the downside of going to big salons like ouioui is that they work with so many celebs that the styling with IU sometimes ends up looking lazy & uninspired
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Kiyoshi Kurosawa: "I recently rewatched "A Brighter Summer Day" when it had a revival screening, and I was struck by how blatantly influenced I am, to the point of being almost disgusting." lp.p.pia.jp/article/lifest…
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Episode 6: Personal Feelings
Wan went to the principal's office early in the morning and said: “Please consider opening the archery range to everyone.”
“The archery range?”
The principal asked with a puzzled look. It was quite a surprise, as Grand Prince Lee An had never once visited him for a personal request since his enrollment. After all, before being his student, he was a Grand Prince of this country.
It was tradition for royal relatives, including Grand Princes, to study at the Royal Academy. It was an unwritten rule to stay as inconspicuous as possible from enrollment to graduation. If you were too brilliant, you ran the risk of being on everyone's lips, and if you were too lacking, you disgraced the dignity of the royal family. Thus, finding the golden mean was the key.
In that sense, Grand Prince Lee An was a bit of a unique case. Despite being the King's second son, he sparkled conspicuously.
It was almost absurd to wish someone with his tall stature and exquisite features wouldn't stand out, but he also didn't fear being in the spotlight. He always maintained top-tier grades and excelled in arts and sports, such as traditional archery and calligraphy. It was as if he were a person who wanted to announce his talents to the whole world.
Yet, he wasn't the arrogant, boastful type either. While one couldn't say he lacked the typical haughtiness of royalty, he never ignored or looked down on others. It was simply that a relaxed composure—born from a natural-born nobility that didn't need to pay mind to his surroundings—was deeply ingrained in him.
So, one could imagine how strange a personal request like opening up the archery range must have felt.
“Your Highness, may I ask the reason behind such a request?”
The principal asked, using polite, formal honorifics that felt a bit too stiff for a teacher-student relationship. Grand Prince Lee An tilted his head slightly and spoke calmly.
“The Master said that gentlemen have no occasion for striving, yet they must compete when it comes to archery.”
“Therefore...?”
“The students are burning with passion for the upcoming friendly match. Wouldn't the principal be all the more pleased if you supported that enthusiasm?”
It was a clear answer, yet at the same time, incredibly vague. However, the principal couldn't press any further. He couldn't disappoint the Grand Prince, who was already smiling as if he had received the answer he wanted.
“Since Your Highness puts it that way... I will consider it with utmost sincerity.”
Knowing those words effectively meant approval, a small smile played on the Grand Prince's lips. It wasn't too bright, nor was it overly deliberate—it was just right.
Leaving the principal's office, Wan walked down the hallway with his usual steady pace. Though he maintained a pristine, noble posture without looking strained, his mind was utterly chaotic.
To make a personal request at a school meant for learning, and over a single girl at that—this is absurd.
“You said that? To the principal?”
Hwan, who had come to visit Wan's private residence, asked.
“Yeah. What about it?”
Wan grumbled, unable to hide his irritation. He knew all too well that no matter how quiet the request was, his every single move was reported back to the palace. It wouldn't be long before it reached his father's ears. He had acted first and worried later, so he vented to his brother, only for Hwan to come rushing over immediately.
“To think my little brother is experiencing an unrequited love...”
“It's nothing like that.”
“Then what is it? Sympathy? Like charity?”
“What?”
“You said that girl is from Castle Group's concubine line. In a wretched school like this, for a commoner from a concubine line to even exist... isn't it a miracle she's surviving?”
It was a completely anachronistic remark, but one that couldn't be refuted. Officially, the country aimed for equality, but it was still a nation where social classes existed.
As long as royalty existed and the bloodlines of the nobility (Yangban) were maintained, class divisions were inevitable. Considering the human nature of people who love to cluster among their own kind and reject those different from them, discrimination could never truly disappear.
“It’s not like that...”
“If not, what?”
“You’re not wrong.”
Wan shrugged, recalling Hee-joo's words. —"They say my rival gets to enjoy every single opportunity, which means we’re all going to get dragged into the mud equally. Am I supposed to just sit back and watch?"
“Ah, so you helped her out so she wouldn't get dragged into the mud?”
At Hwan's obviously teasing tone, Wan picked up a cushion and hurled it. Hit square in the head, Hwan shouted, "Hey, this is treason!" which prompted the Court Lady standing just outside the door to ask if everything was alright. The two brothers, who had been laughing a moment ago, instantly froze, but—
“I'm fine, don't worry about it.”
Hwan’s reflexes were fast, as if he were used to this. “Isn't Court Lady Park eavesdropping with her ear pressed against the door right now?”
“Probably? They do that all the time at the Crown Prince's palace too.”
Compared to Hwan, who seemed entirely unfazed, Wan turned pale and waved his hand dismissively.
“Ugh, just go back to the palace quickly. Don't get me scolded by Father for no reason.”
“Father doesn't scold me.”
“Oh, right. I'm the one who'll get scolded.”
Wan's expression turned flat at the unfairness of it all. Looking at his younger brother with a mix of pity and amusement, Hwan playfully changed the subject.
“So, is that girl pretty?”
“What?”
Once again, Hwan was hit in the head with a cushion.
Meanwhile, Huiju was suffering from anxiety. She couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of her confrontation with Wan the previous night.
Though Huiju was proud of her record—having a flawless win rate that earned her the reputation of a 'mad dog' and a 'brawler' at Vermilion Bird Palace—confronting a member of the royal family was a bit burdensome. No, it was extremely burdensome.
“I won't get expelled, right?”
In the end, Huiju, who couldn't even eat her dinner properly, sat on a bench and repeatedly wallowed in regret.
“Am I going to jail for insulting the royal family or something?”
As she chewed over the words she had snapped at Wan, her imagination eventually spiraled into horrific scenarios—like being expelled, expelled, or... expelled.
Just as she was pulling at her hair in self-reproach—
“Hey, hey. Get up. An announcement just went up.”
A friend from Vermilion Bird Palace, whom she had met through Jung-woo, shook Huiju's shoulder.
“An announcement? Why?”
“Oh, just get up quickly.”
It wasn't the time for announcements to be posted. Exams had ended not long ago, and the academic calendar for this semester had been shared ages ago. If so, could it be? Fearing her imagination was becoming reality, Huiju started sprinting toward the main building.
“What is this...?”
Pushing through the buzzing crowd of students, Huiju made her way to the bulletin board, unable to hide her hollow bewilderment.
The full opening of the archery range.
“Isn't that great? They say it's fully open for a month. You were just whining about not having enough practice time.”
It was indeed good news. A full opening meant she could practice all day without needing a permit. Yet, for some reason, she didn't feel good about it.
The more she read the clause——the more her pride stung.
She couldn't help but realize that Grand Prince Lee An, who had heard her grievances the night before, had personally stepped in.
“Unbelievable.”
Muttering under her breath, Huiju turned away fiercely. She wanted to completely squander the grace bestowed upon her by the great Grand Prince Lee An. To the very last drop, until nothing remained.
Huiju wasn't oblivious to the pettiness of her own mind. She could acknowledge that he was a pretty excellent upperclassman for finding a better way to handle the situation rather than punishing her.
However, the fact that he was in a position to bestow such grace was unbearably humiliating to her. To her, it was suffocatingly mortifying that all she could do in return was hold a grateful heart.
It felt as though he was telling her—someone who had resolved to willingly get down in the dirt to win—that there was a way to win cleanly. To her, who was trapped in a life where she didn't even have the luxury of losing.
So, Huiju immediately grabbed her bow and sought out Jeongwoo.
“Let's go practice.”
“Suddenly? It’s not even 7 o'clock yet.”
“Special training starts today.”
“Did you get into a fight with that Ryu Min-seok guy again?”
To Jeongwoo, who asked with a worried look, Huiju shook her head and said just one thing.
“I really hate losing.”
From the Royal Academy Rules
Article 50, Paragraph 1: The Academy holds a friendly match every autumn to promote goodwill between the dormitories.
Article 50, Paragraph 2: The events of the friendly match are designated as traditional archery, horse riding, and calligraphy.
Article 50, Paragraph 7: The representatives for each event shall be elected individually by each dormitory.
Article 50, Paragraph 8: In the friendly match, winning or losing is secondary; the primary duty of each dormitory representative is to maintain dignity and honor.
Article 50, Paragraph 12: The student who wins the friendly match shall receive an Eosahwa (royal paper flower) on behalf of the royal family's commendation.
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Episode 5: The Noble and the Base
“It’s that girl again.”
Minsuk gritted his teeth as he checked the name written on the scroll. It was because of Seong Hui-ju, who had taken top honors again despite arriving thirty minutes late to the exam venue. In the first place, the fact that she had even escaped from that elevator was infuriating.
‘Should I just leave and go somewhere else?’
Though it had started as a joke, Minsuk had poured his heart and soul into committing a perfect crime. He hadn't left a single detail untouched—from the security guards' shift rotation schedule to Seong Hui-ju’s walking paths, and even deleting the elevator CCTV footage... but he hadn't anticipated Min Jeong-woo's intervention.
Whether she was lucky or just stubborn.
Normally, getting trapped in an elevator on the day of an exam would completely break your mental state. But that girl, Seong Hui-ju, had crawled out and ended up taking the exam. No, even if she hadn't been trapped in the elevator, shouldn't she have lost her mind after wasting thirty minutes of exam time? What kind of mental fortitude did she have to take top honors in the midst of that?
Just then, Seong Hui-ju appeared, wearing a crimson durumagi (traditional overcoat). Walking from the end of the hallway with a smile on her face, she looked like someone who already knew the results.
“You said you’d win, but you lost again?”
“Foolish things ride an emotional rollercoaster over small matters. Aren't you tired of struggling so hard?”
Suppressing his boiling rage, Minsuk looked down at Hui-ju with a forced smile. Though Minsuk was on the larger side compared to most guys his age, he expected Hui-ju to shrink back, but that didn't happen. Instead, she merely snorted at him as if he were pathetic.
“Was it hard?”
“What?”
“This exam, I mean. It wasn't hard for me.”
While a bewildered Minsuk was at a loss for words, Hui-ju casually closed the distance between them. Then, in a very affectionate voice—
“If you lose, just accept it. Don't run your mouth embarrassingly.”
She completely crushed Minsuk's pride. Unable to control his stinging resentment, Minsuk’s voice turned harsh.
“How dare a low-born commoner act so arrogant…”
Minsuk thought status was Hui-ju’s weak point, but—
“Watch your mouth, you noble brat. Do you want to get disciplined?”
Hui-ju was someone who knew how to use her weakness as a weapon. This was a school where status differences were distinct, but at the same time, it was a school that taught that discrimination was a punishable offense. The moment he made a discriminatory remark based on status, Minsuk had more to lose.
“Why you...!”
So, even if he growled as if he were about to strike her, it was obvious he couldn't do anything more than that. It was the same even if he was given more time, as if being dared to try.
Hui-ju smiled, enjoying the humiliation of the loser with a relaxed smirk.
“Give it some effort. How can you not win even once, when you're supposed to be a nobleman?”
Hui-ju took her stance on the platform. It was a time when everyone else was asleep, but if she didn't practice now, she couldn't practice at all. During the day, she had no time because of assignments, and even if she managed to find time to practice by chance, her spot was routinely taken by the seniors.
The national archery competition held once a year was technically a friendly match, but the competition between the dormitories was fierce. Openly showing a desire to win was considered uncouth here, but because archery was the sole exception to this school tradition, the cheering enthusiasm between the dormitories was no joke.
In particular, the Vermilion Pavilion (Jujak-gung) and Azure Dragon Pavilion (Cheongryong-gung), and the Black Tortoise Pavilion (Hyeonmu-gung) and White Tiger Pavilion (Baekho-gung), which were famous for their rivalries, were desperate to tear each other apart.
As a member of the Vermilion Pavilion, Hui-ju had no choice but to care about the showdown with the Azure Dragon Pavilion, and unfortunately, Ryu Min-seok was among the Azure Dragon Pavilion's player roster. It was strange that a guy who spent all his time hanging out with low-life thugs could maintain a top-tier ranking in both academics and archery.
‘There’s no way that idiot is naturally gifted, so there must be a secret—’
“Because I have the key to the archery range.”
Ryu Min-seok’s voice was heard. In the cafeteria where they were eating dinner, it was pathetic to see him bragging about that dirty privilege as if he were proud of it. It would have been better for him to keep his mouth shut if he knew his surroundings.
Hui-ju immediately stood up from her seat and headed to the lecture hall. If Ryu Min-seok had the key to the archery range, and if that was why he was practicing more than her, then she also needed to have that key and have the practice time guaranteed by that key. That would make it fair.
Passing through the empty hallway of the lecture building and heading to the Azure Dragon Pavilion classroom, Hui-ju succeeded in finding Ryu Min-seok’s seat and stealing the key. She felt no pangs of conscience. Rather, she felt certainty in the situation that was resolving without any difficulty. It was the certainty that heaven was also helping her victory.
So now she just had to practice without any interruption—
“Who is it?”
A voice was heard from behind her back. Wearing a blue silk robe was Grand Prince Yi An. She had never spoken with him up close, but she was certain. He was so tall and had such a refined face that he could not be confused with any other student.
It was a disaster. If it were a teacher, she would have at least appealed to their human nature. If it were Ryu Min-seok, she would have preferred to trade punches. That would have been better.
Grand Prince Yi An was the worst person Hui-ju could meet. She had heard that the Grand Prince didn't use the dormitory, so why at this hour... why, of all people...
“Your name.”
She tried to run away from him as he asked for her name, but his calm voice firmly bound her two running legs.
“If you have committed a sin, just receive the corresponding punishment. Do not defile your honor by being caught while running away.”
Left with no choice, Hui-ju stopped and looked at the Grand Prince. Her eyes looking up were full of defiance, but the Grand Prince deliberately overlooked it. Even so, he knew that her stopped steps and his approaching steps meant surrender.
“Your name.”
“...Seong Hui-ju.”
“Belonging.”
“Vermilion Pavilion, 9th grade.”
“You know you broke the school rules.”
“I did it because I didn't have enough practice time. The friendly match is just around the corner…”
“Are you a noble, or a commoner?”
The Grand Prince frowned, letting out a stern voice. Whether she lacked practice time or not, he had no intention of listening to excuses. Because if you committed a sin, it was the duty of a noble to receive the corresponding punishment and not make excuses when recognizing the sin.
“Students of the 10th grade and below are prohibited from entering or leaving the dormitory after curfew. If you violate this rule, you get 20 demerit points. When using athletic facilities outside of training hours, prior approval from the school principal must be obtained. If you violate this rule, you get 10 demerit points. Together, you…”
“What about Your Highness?”
Again, defiance flared in the girl's eyes.
“Your Highness is also here. Will Your Highness receive demerit points too?”
The Grand Prince burst into a hollow laugh at the blatant suspicion. Did she believe he would have violated the school rules like her? There was certainty in her glaring eyes.
“Would I have come without approval?”
When he pulled out a permit from his robe and showed it to her, the eyes that had been glaring lost their strength and deflated.
“Oh, how did you get that? You said that the archery range is not a place that exists for individual training, and you said that before the friendly match, the enthusiasm of the students would overheat, so…”
The Grand Prince fell silent for a moment at the voice that trailed off in frustration. Every single word she spoke changed her expression, drawing his eyes. She dropped her eyebrows as if it were unfair, her eyes grew wide with disappointment, her lips pursed in resentment, and her cheeks flushed with anger—all of it.
The huffing girl pulled out a key with a blue tassel and showed it.
“This is the key of Ryu Min-seok, a 9th-grade student of the Azure Dragon Pavilion.”
“Ryu Min-seok?”
“Yes, he was bragging about having the key without even knowing it was something to be ashamed of, so I stole it.”
Stealing a key on top of practicing like a thief—if someone chose to make a problem out of this, it was a matter that could lead to expulsion.
“I don't know why an individual has the key to the archery range, which is a place that does not exist for individual training... but seeing that Your Highness obtained a permit so easily, it seems the threshold was high only for me.”
Only then did the Grand Prince realize that this girl was the famous 'Seong Hui-ju.' She was the illegitimate child of the Castle Group and the one called the mad dog of the Vermilion Pavilion.
“So do not lecture me about demerit points or anything. I am going to enjoy all the opportunities my enemy enjoys, exactly the same.”
“By becoming equally dirty?”
“It means I'm going to win dirtily. Because that's better than losing cleanly.”
Shooting words like a porcupine with its quills raised, the girl walked firmly toward the door. It was a stride where confidence was felt rather than running away. Then, the girl came back, bowed deeply from the waist, and left. It was a straight-backed protest, as if she were the noble one, and she wasn't the one being dirty and cowardly.
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Episode 4: The Tiger Standing Behind the Fox
Huiju smiled as she finished self-grading her exam. She had been incredibly anxious because she had entered the examination hall a full 30 minutes late. But if her calculations were correct, the top spot was hers once again.
Whoever those bastards were that trapped her in the elevator, hearing this news would surely turn their stomachs upside down.
"Sons of bitches," she muttered under her breath, a pleasant smirk on her lips as she neatly organized her test papers. Now that the exam was successfully out of the way, it was time to repay her debt.
Grabbing her durumagi (traditional overcoat) that had been tossed onto the bed, Huiju left her room. Her footsteps felt light and airy as she made her way toward the 12th-grade lounge.
Knocking briefly, she stepped into the lounge, completely ignoring the sharp glares of the seniors staring her down. She was looking for Jungwoo. People said he was usually either in the library or here in the lounge, but she couldn't spot a single strand of his distinctively handsome hair. Should I head to the library instead? she wondered.
Just then, a familiar voice called out.
"Taeju’s younger sister?"
It was a female student with a familiar face striking up a conversation. What was her name again? Han Dayoung? She was Seong Taeju’s girlfriend.
To be frank, she was a rather strange girl. Despite being the eldest daughter of a highly prestigious family, her manner of speaking was incredibly unrefined. Yet, despite hanging around with Taeju, her grades were remarkably good. Her looks weren't bad either—no, actually, she was striking enough to be quite popular.
But why is she dating Seong Taeju? That's the real mystery, Huiju thought.
"What brings you here? Did you come to see me?" Dayoung asked.
"No. I'm looking for Senior Jungwoo."
"Jungwoo? Why all of a sudden?"
"……."
When Huiju simply stared back with a look that clearly said, 'Why on earth do I have to tell you?' Dayoung chuckled softly and shook her head.
"Jungwoo is probably at the archery range right now. The friendly match is coming up soon, you know."
"Ah, yes."
Answering with a brief nod that was barely a polite greeting, Huiju left the lounge, ignoring the eyes of the other seniors just as she had when she entered.
That friendly match—an annual event—was a competition that Huiju herself was scheduled to participate in.
"Senior!"
"Seong Huiju?"
Jungwoo, who had been completely absorbed in his traditional archery practice, turned around at the sound of his name. There stood Huiju, her untied hair now pulled up high into a ponytail, running toward him. He had no idea how far she had run, but by the time she reached his side, she was completely out of breath, gasping for air.
"Is someone chasing you?" he asked, amused.
"It's almost 9 o'clock. I have to get back to the dorms before then," Huiju gasped out, checking her wristwatch with a slight frown. Students in the 10th grade and below were strictly forbidden from leaving the dormitories after 9:00 PM.
Jungwoo quietly handed his tumbler over to the breathless girl.
"Drink some water first."
Huiju took it eagerly, but then hesitated for a split second.
"What is it?"
"Can I drink straight from the bottle?"
Jungwoo burst out laughing at the unexpected question and nodded. Only then did Huiju begin to gulp the water down greedily. It was only after she emptied the entire tumbler that she finally looked up at him.
"I'll wash it and bring it back to you."
"You don't really have to."
"…Thank you for helping me out last time."
"Did you run all this way just to say that?"
"I told you I always repay my debts."
A faint smile curved Jungwoo's lips once more. He knew she had mentioned repaying the favor, but he hadn't anticipated what form that repayment would take.
"And how exactly are you going to repay me?"
"You should be the one to decide that, Senior."
"Me?"
"Yes."
Jungwoo frowned slightly at her shameless reply, but the smile quickly returned to his face. Usually, in situations like this, people would offer to buy a meal or treat someone to coffee.
"How did your exam go?" he asked.
"Well."
"You sound confident."
"Your help must have been worth it."
Huiju replied slickly, her eyes darting toward Jungwoo’s bow. Not missing her gaze, Jungwoo spoke up.
"I heard you're the 9th-grade representative."
"And you're the 12th-grade representative, right, Senior?"
"Since we're on the same team anyway, do you want to practice together?"
Huiju's lips twitched as if she were in a dilemma, and she shook her head.
"I can't."
"But you said you were going to repay your debt."
"I told you before. 9th graders aren't allowed to use the archery range at this hour."
"Ah," Jungwoo murmured, letting out a soft exclamation as he shrugged his shoulders. "Then instead of a practice partner, just run some errands for me."
"Errands?"
"When classes end and I head to the archery range, I have way too much gear to carry."
Jungwoo gestured with his chin toward the pile of luggage lying beside the bench. It was packed to the brim with random items: a school bag, a sports duffel, a bow case, and a tumbler.
"Are you telling me to be your pack mule?"
"Do you hate the idea?"
Huiju pondered for a moment before nodding her agreement. It was a bit annoying, but it was a much easier way to return the favor than she had anticipated.
"Alright. Do I start tomorrow?"
"Meet me in front of the lecture hall at 7:00."
Jungwoo nodded with a satisfied expression. Despite his sharp, cold appearance, he was surprisingly quick to smile. He didn't even mind walking her all the way to the front of the archery range to see her off.
“Thank you, you can go now.”
It had already been a week since Huiju began acting as Jungwoo's pack mule. She didn't find her time with Jungwoo all that unpleasant. In the first place, the luggage wasn't even that heavy. Of all the clutter Jungwoo carried, Huiju’s sole responsibility was carrying a single bow. As long as she held onto the bow properly, she was free to do whatever else she wanted.
"Can I look at my English vocabulary book?"
Whenever she pulled out her vocab book and asked, or when she asked, "Can I listen to some music?" Jungwoo would readily nod his head.
"Do whatever you want."
Some days he would buy her drinks, and on other days, he would even help her solve the questions she got wrong on her mock exams, playing the part of a remarkably good senior.
“Isn’t that Seong Huiju?”
“Why is she with Min Jungwoo?”
Because the pairing of these two looked so entirely mismatched, the whispers around them were constantly loud. Rumors spread like wildfire, gaining more dramatic details by the day—ranging from "Seong Huiju dug up some dirt on Min Jungwoo" to "The Castle Group provided political funds to the Min family." Stories about what happened on the day of the exam were even dragged into the mix.
The rumor mill spun tales of how Min Jungwoo—a guy who absolutely despised tardiness—had caught Seong Huiju by the hand and sprinted across campus with her.
Huiju was well aware of the growing rumors, but she didn't bother stepping forward to correct them. No one was brave enough to approach her directly and ask anyway, and besides, the rumors linking her to Jungwoo were actually proving quite useful.
Like foxes fearing the tiger standing right behind them, people stopped openly despising her the way they used to.
"Senior, did you hear the rumors?" Huiju asked one day. She wanted to know if he was pretending not to know, or if he truly didn't care.
"I know. Someone asked me today if we were close."
"And what did you say?"
"I said we are."
"……."
"Is that a problem?"
At Jungwoo's casual question, Huiju hesitated slightly. To call them 'close' felt incredibly awkward. All she did was carry his bow for him; could that really be considered a close relationship? As her silence stretched on, Jungwoo let out another easy laugh.
"Do you hate being close with me?"
"It's not that… but why?"
"Do I need a reason?"
Huiju felt a tiny swell of pride at his words, feeling as though he were the one hanging on her. It felt strangely nice that Min Jungwoo—someone the entire student body admired—wanted to be close with her.
"Then, can I drop the formalities?" she asked, testing the waters playfully.
"Do whatever you want."
Jungwoo accepted her playfulness with his usual easygoing grace.
"Why are you practicing so hard these days?"
Sanghyun asked Jungwoo as they stepped out of the archery range after finishing practice.
"The friendly match is right around the corner."
"Since when did you ever care about things like that?"
Even though Sanghyun threw a mocking jab, Jungwoo didn't fire back. Seeing this, Sanghyun became certain that something was up. Having been friends under the banner of camaraderie for a very long time, Sanghyun had rarely seen Jungwoo give his 'all' to anything. Jungwoo was simply the type who excelled without ever having to try.
Yet, here was Min Jungwoo, spending one to two hours practicing traditional archery every single day.
"Are you trying to beat the Grand Prince?"
"What?"
"I saw the Grand Prince's name listed on the Cheongryong-gung (Blue Dragon Palace) roster."
Across the entire 12th grade, the only person who could truly match Jungwoo in skill was Yi An, the Grand Prince. This was true not just for archery, but in almost every single field. Consequently, a clash between the two of them never failed to draw massive attention from the crowd.
However, Jungwoo already knew exactly who the victor of that heated battle would be.
The Grand Prince was a radiant existence—someone who shouldn't be made to make even a sound of defeat. Jungwoo would lose to him gracefully, as was appropriate.
Therefore, the only thing Jungwoo could do for her was to give his absolute best to win his own matches.
So that he wouldn't have to be a shameful loser in front of her.
[Extract from the Royal Academy Regulations]
Article 27, Paragraph 3: Students in 10th grade or below are prohibited from leaving or entering outside the dormitory after curfew hours (9 PM–11 PM). If this rule is violated, the student will receive a penalty of 20 points.
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Episode 3: The One Who Cannot Even Keep a Name
"Grand Prince."
As Wan stepped out of the lecture hall, the attendants waiting in the hallway bowed their heads deeply.
If anyone were to ask what made royalty so grand in the 21st century, there wouldn’t be much to say. Yet, royalty had a way of being treated as grand even without doing anything extraordinary. Simply by existing, they held value. That was what it meant to be royal.
Even at the Royal Academy, a school renowned for its deeply conservative academic atmosphere, Wan received special treatment. For instance, he was exempt from living in the dormitories.
In fact, the year Wan turned into a 7th grader, he was assigned to the Blue Dragon Palace and received his blue durumagi (traditional overcoat). Yet, now as a 12th grader, he had never once used a dormitory room.
"Grand Prince, His Majesty the King requests your presence at the palace."
Hearing Court Lady Choi’s words, Wan’s expression hardened. Having left the palace at an early age to grow up in a private residence, Wan never set foot in the palace unless there was a specific, pressing reason. While it was customary for royalty to enter the palace every morning to pay their respects—even if they lived outside it—Wan had lived by a different rule.
'There is no need for that.'
His royal father had not wished for it. Wan wasn’t suddenly feeling hurt by this; his father had always kept him at arm's length.
When he was a child, Wan had wanted to find out why. But once he realized it was a pointless endeavor, he had been in a constant state of rebellion. 'Be a model, but do not shine,' his father would command. When given an order to dim his own light, straying from the path was practically inevitable.
Unlike Wan, his older brother, the Crown Prince, was someone who instinctively obeyed their father's every word. The problem, however, was that it was making him physically ill.
His brother, Hwan, was a fragile, sensitive soul. In crowded places, he suffered from anxiety and panic attacks, and he would tremble at the slightest noise. The more their father grew disappointed in Hwan, the harsher the King's vigilance over Wan became.
As if his brother's fragility were somehow Wan's fault.
Therefore, his father summoning him to the palace could only mean trouble. Either Wan had done something too well, or his brother had done something too poorly. Or perhaps, it was both.
"I was told you requested me."
Wan said, bowing his head.
"Come closer."
One might expect a hint of warmth upon seeing a son after so long, but the King's command was utterly indifferent. As if accustomed to this cold shoulder, Wan took a few steps forward and knelt down.
The King handed a royal decree to his son.
"What is this?"
"Open it and see."
"……."
Frowning slightly, Wan unfurled the sealed decree. The contents stated that his princely title, Isin (이신), was being changed to Ian (이안).
"It is your new title."
Instead of answering, Wan quietly looked up at his father. He had already had his title changed once before when he was ten years old. Why was this happening again…?
"Have I… done something wrong again?"
Unable to bear the injustice, Wan asked. As if viewing even that question as an act of insolence, the King looked down at his son with cold, indifferent eyes—
"Do not harbor doubts."
"Father."
"It is a royal command."
With the voice of a King, not a father, he silenced his son.
Wan’s pace quickened as he left the Great Hall. Though he tried desperately to hide his churning inner turmoil, his rough strides laid his agitated feelings completely bare.
"Grand Prince! Grand Prince!"
Just as sweat began to bead on the forehead of Court Lady Choi, who was rushing to keep up—
"Iwan."
Hwan’s voice, one of the very few people permitted to call Wan by his name, echoed through the corridor.
"Where are you heading in such a rush?"
"…Brother."
Left with no choice, Wan stopped in his tracks and quietly composed his breathing.
"I greet the Crown Prince."
Only after the flushed heat left his face did Wan offer his formal respects. Out of habit, Wan scanned his brother's complexion, his eyes narrowing. Hwan seemed to have lost weight again; his cheeks were deeply hollowed.
"I heard your title was changed."
"It has been done."
"Do you like it?"
"Hardly."
"……."
"I hate it to death."
At his blatant rebellion, a heavy silence fell over the corridor.
Court Lady Choi shook her head in dismay, wondering how he could say such a thing aloud, while the servants of the Crown Prince's palace frantically exchanged glances, bewildered by the situation. Yet, a soft, pleasant curve formed at the corners of Hwan’s lips.
"Did you say the same to Father?"
"Yes."
"You really are something…"
As if amused by his younger brother's blunt response, Hwan laughed for quite a while. Only then did the tense expressions of the anxious servants ease significantly.
"What do you know, Brother?"
Wan remarked as he stepped into the Crown Prince’s palace. When eyes were on them, he maintained formal honorifics, but when they were alone, they were no different from any ordinary pair of brothers.
Wan leaned back sideways on the sofa, propping his head up with his arm. If Court Lady Choi had seen this, she would have scolded him instantly to mind his manners, but Hwan cherished his younger brother's free-spirited nature.
"Grand Prince Ian, Ian…"
Hwan muttered the new title, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"It doesn’t roll off the tongue very well."
"Forget it. Whether it's Grand Prince Isin or Grand Prince Ian, it’s all the same. Who knows when it’ll change again?"
"At least you have a name."
"You have a name too, Brother."
"What good is a name if no one is allowed to call me by it?"
Hwan retorted lightly before shifting his gaze out the window. A small smile graced his lips as he listened to the chirping of the birds outside. Whenever Hwan made an expression like that, Wan felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of discomfort. It was a smile steeped in resignation, making him look like someone who might vanish at any given moment.
The fact that Hwan looked so much like their late mother was another source of Wan's anxiety. He possessed her face, wore her exact smile, and Wan constantly feared that Hwan might waste away and die just like she did.
"Ah, I’m getting married soon."
Then, Hwan spoke, completely out of the blue.
"What?"
"I said I'm getting married."
He delivered the news as casually as if he were simply going out for a walk.
"Is there a woman you're seeing, Brother?"
Wan blinked silently, realizing his brother wasn't joking. In the first place, Hwan wasn't the type of person who possessed the wit to play those kinds of jokes. Which meant it was the truth...
"Who is it? Is it someone I know?"
"You go to the Royal Academy, so you should know her."
"Are you insane?"
"It’s happening next year."
"Wow, unbelievable."
Wan, who had been sprawling lazily, slapped his hand over his mouth and sat upright. Even for someone trained in lifelong dignity and restraint, Wan was only nineteen. He couldn't possibly suppress his curiosity when it came to the romantic affairs of his older brother, who usually lived like a lifeless block of stone.
"Since when have you been seeing her? Did you get Father's permission? Is she pretty?"
As Wan poured out a barrage of questions, Hwan merely shook his head.
"Do you actually care about this stuff?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"I care. So just tell me. Who is it?"
Sighing softly, Hwan opened a document file resting on his desk. His eyes scanned the pages as if searching for something, before he finally spoke a name.
"Yoon I-rang."
He literally read her name off the paper.
"What?"
"I asked who it was. It's Yoon I-rang."
Wan’s face contorted. He knew exactly who Yoon I-rang was. She was the precious daughter of a prestigious family that had produced no fewer than four Queens.
But I-rang was also Wan’s longtime friend. To think that I-rang was the person his brother was seeing—that meant she would become his sister-in-law. It meant she would eventually become the Queen. Just thinking about it made Wan shudder with a profound sense of bizarre discomfort.
"Wow, how could both of you keep me completely in the dark? He’s my brother, she’s my friend!"
"I'm telling you right now."
"No, you should have told me sooner! If you're thinking as far ahead as marriage, you two must have been seeing each other for a long time, right?"
"We met for the first time today."
"…What?"
Instead of answering, Hwan handed over the document file. Scanning the paperwork—which detailed I-rang’s personal background and her family lineage—Wan immediately grasped the situation. If this had been a relationship built on love, there would be no need for a thick stack of agreements detailing countless political covenants.
"Did I-rang agree to this too?"
"Does that matter?"
"Then what about you, Brother? Did you agree to this?"
"It doesn’t matter."
Hwan’s response was steeped in absolute, unyielding resignation, leaving Wan utterly speechless. He had no idea where to even begin protesting, or how to stop someone who was willingly letting themselves be dragged into a predetermined tragedy. He had never been taught how to save someone like that.
"Refuse it."
"You know I can't."
"Why can't you? Just do it."
"……."
"Brother, this is marriage. You’re supposed to marry someone you love."
Wan pleaded, his voice thick with a desperate, aching sorrow. He couldn't bear to watch his brother—who already resembled their mother so much—walk down the exact same path that had withered her away. Hwan was already wasting away day by day; how could he take any more of this…?
"I am the Crown Prince of this country."
"Brother…"
"Don't live your life like this."
But Hwan had already given up long ago.
From the Annals of King Heijong (희종실록 中)
September 1999: The legitimate son, Hwan (煥), was invested as the Crown Prince.
February 2000: The princely title of Wan (完), Grand Prince Iyeong (이영대군), was changed to Isin (이신).
October 2009: The princely title of Wan (完), Grand Prince Isin (이신대군), was changed to Ian (이안).
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Episode 2: Student Council President Min Jeongwoo
Belonging wasn't something you could simply choose to feel just because you were a part of something. Years passed—from the 7th grade, to the 8th, and now into the 9th—yet Hee-joo remained an outsider. In the classroom, and in the dormitory alike.
Compared to her lower-grade years, which had been rife with blatant bullying, things had undeniably improved. If they muttered behind her back, it was none of her business since they didn’t have the nerve to say it to her face. If they cursed or threw insults behind her, it mattered even less.
Yet, occasionally, a question would creep into her mind. Just because I’m not a noble, just because I’m a child born out of wedlock, do I really deserve to be ostracized like this? Neither of those things is my fault.
Of course, those two reasons might not even be the real cause. Perhaps, like other outsiders, things would have been better if she had shown a defeated front or forced a servile smile. If she had just given them a sign that she admitted defeat, that she was willing to surrender, maybe they would have softened up.
But—
"Hey, aren't you going to open this?"
Seong Hee-joo wasn’t that kind of person. The more they tormented her, the more venomous she became; the more they ostracized her, the hotter her competitive drive burned.
Perhaps that was why.
On this very day, the day of final exams, Hee-joo found herself trapped in an elevator. The hallway had been eerily deserted. She wondered who the culprit could be. Was it the thugs from the Blue Dragon Palace who had picked a fight with her in the library yesterday? Or was it the senior from the Black Tortoise Palace who had bumped into her shoulder this morning? There were far too many suspects to narrow it down.
"Is anyone out there?! There's someone inside!!!"
Hee-joo pounded on the tightly shut elevator doors for what felt like an eternity before finally sinking to the floor. The exam was about to start. She had to take the top rank this time as well. I won't lose to you people, so there's no way I'm backing down. That was the only way she knew how to show them.
When the battle wasn't like an exam with a predetermined answer, it was hard to beat those noble bastards. The web of trust connecting the noble families who had socialized for generations was ironclad. It didn't care about seniority, nor did it care about the bond between teacher and student.
Therefore, she had to win every single fight she actually could win. To endure the moments where defeat was inevitable, she absolutely had to.
Just then, she caught the faint sound of presence outside the elevator. Sensing a glimmer of hope, Hee-joo scrambled up and strained her ears.
"Teacher?"
She called out cautiously and waited for a response. When no words came back, she furrowed her brow and shouted again.
"Hey, you're Ryu Min-seok, aren't you? Open the door! Open it right now!"
Despite her shouting, there was no reply, causing Hee-joo to draw a sharp breath. Today was a day she absolutely had to win, and the sheer frustration of being stuck in a situation where she was forced to lose made her fists tremble. Just then, the closed door began to slide open.
The person standing outside the half-open elevator, reaching a hand out to her, wasn't a teacher—
"Senior..."
It wasn't any of the guys she had been fighting with either.
Draped in a crimson coat—
"Grab on."
It was Jung-woo, the Student Council President of the Royal Academy.
Unlike Hee-joo, who was alternatively viewed as the shame or the pride of the Vermilion Bird Palace, he was someone who commanded awe and reverence even within the Royal Academy, a place where only the elite gathered.
As the firstborn of the Min family—a prominent political dynasty—he drew attention wherever he went, but like most who naturally command the spotlight, he didn't pay it much mind. Perhaps because of that, he was sometimes perceived as a bit cold, but that was never viewed as a flaw.
With a handsome face, he didn't show even a shred of curiosity toward the opposite sex, and despite holding the title of Student Council President, he never put on a hypocritical show of being a model student. It was only natural that all eyes were drawn to him.
Whenever Hee-joo looked at Jung-woo, she couldn't help but think: if there were ranks even among the nobility, Jung-woo's place would be at the absolute peak. Not only had his father and grandfather both served as Prime Minister, but Jung-woo himself shared deep ties with the imperial family.
It was said that he had been chosen as the companion to the Grand Duke since childhood, frequenting the palace, so unless he literally sold out the country, his aura of privilege would likely never fade.
Thus, he was someone who had absolutely no reason to cross paths with her. He was the noble among nobles, while she was merely a commoner's illegitimate child.
"What are you doing? Grab it."
That was why she couldn't bring herself to take his hand right away. However, urged on by his prompt, Hee-joo firmly grasped his hand. Following the force pulling her forward, she stepped out of the elevator. It was already twenty minutes after the exam had started.
"Let's go together."
Without giving her a moment to think over it, Hee-joo took Jung-woo's hand, and they began to run.
"Hey, where are you going?!"
Jung-woo's startled voice echoed from behind, but Hee-joo didn't care. Her mind was entirely fixed on the exam. Even if she had been trapped in an elevator, she knew the teachers wouldn't listen to her protests of being the victim.
"Senior, tell them for me."
"What?"
"That I was trapped. That's why I'm late."
Even if they wouldn't listen to her—
"They'll listen to you, Senior!"
Because they would definitely listen to Jung-woo.
Sensing the situation, Jung-woo began to run ahead of Hee-joo. He tried to recall who the exam proctor was today. It didn't come to mind immediately, but that didn't matter. His role was simply to clear up the unfair misunderstanding so that the girl holding his hand could take her exam safely. And that wasn't a particularly difficult task for him.
Having returned to the dormitory lounge, Jung-woo sat on the sofa. He opened the book he had been reading for an assignment, but he couldn't concentrate.
Did she do well on the exam?
He pictured the girl who had sprinted so hard, only to bite her lower lip anxiously once they finally reached the exam room. When he knocked on the door instead of her, the ethics teacher had stepped out with an annoyed grimace. The teacher's gaze toward the girl had been quite sharp, but he was a reasonable man capable of making a fair judgment.
Throughout his entire explanation of the situation, the girl hadn't let go of his hand. She held onto it tightly, as if it were a literal lifeline.
"Do you know Seong Hee-joo?"
Jung-woo asked casually, keeping his eyes on the book. Sang-hyun, who was wrestling with a chessboard by himself, gave him a strange look.
"Seong Hee-joo? Is there anyone who doesn't know that crazy girl?"
Shaking his head like a parent talking about a problematic child, Sang-hyun began to rattle off a few stories about her. From the fact that she was an illegitimate child of the Castle Group, to how she hadn't missed the top rank even once since entering the academy, and even the rumors that she didn't have a single enemy she hadn't fought with.
"I know that much."
Jung-woo replied curtly. No matter how indifferent he was to his surroundings, it was impossible for him not to know of Seong Hee-joo. How could anyone miss a girl who had entered the school with a massive donation, yet spent every single day fighting someone?
"Then what are you curious about?"
Sang-hyun asked, his eyes narrowing as he moved the queen across the chessboard.
"Are you... by any chance..."
"What."
"Fallen for her?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, she is pretty. There must be a ton of guys who got rejected after confessing to her, right?"
A pretty, crazy girl. Jung-woo smiled faintly, finding the description amusing, as he recalled the silhouette of her running with her long hair fluttering behind her. She was pretty, he conceded internally.
"How do you know so much? Are you interested in her too?"
"In Seong Hee-joo? Whoa, no way. No matter how pretty she is, definitely not her."
"Why?"
Sang-hyun shrugged at the question, which Jung-woo had asked so nonchalantly that it didn't even sound like probing.
"I'm terrified of her."
"Why?"
"I saw her push a guy once. Down the stairs."
"From the stairs?"
"Well, she didn't push him, she kicked him."
"But she didn't get expelled?"
"Her dad is the chairman of Castle Group. Didn't he just smooth it over with money?"
The more he listened, the more curious Jung-woo became about her. A girl who had endless money but a humble background, who was small and frail but refused to lose to anyone.
It was also amusing to hear that there were plenty of guys who had been rejected after confessing their feelings to someone like her. To think that the very guys who looked like they wanted to tear her apart on the surface were secretly whining behind her back because they wanted to get close to her.
"Should I set up a bridge for you? I know a lot of kids in the 9th grade."
"No need."
Jung-woo shook his head, keeping his earphones firmly in his ears.
'I'll repay the favor.'
He recalled the words the girl had muttered right before entering the exam room.
From the Inaugural Oath of the 64th Student Council President of the Royal Academy
"I, Min Jung-woo, as the 64th Student Council President of the Royal Academy, solemnly swear to uphold the honor and traditions of our school.I promise to look ahead with the vision of the Blue Dragon, act with the passion of the Vermilion Bird, judge with the reason of the White Tiger, and be prudent with the patience of the Black Tortoise.I will not take honor lightly, and I will place responsibility before authority.Hereby, I, Min Jung-woo, swear upon my name."
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Episode 1: Perfect Crown in Royal School
Dormitory
With the dormitory assignments looming, Hee-joo's mind kept fluctuating wildly. At the Royal School, there was a tradition of living in the dormitory starting from the 7th grade, when students turned fourteen. This old-fashioned tradition was essentially an absolute decree that could not be refused—because the moment you rejected it, you had to leave the school.
Dormitory life lasted for a total of six years, from the 7th to the 12th grade. It was notorious for its strict and conservative rules, to the point where it wasn't uncommon for students to give up halfway through.
It was no wonder. Controlling everything from how they walked to when they lay down in bed was no easy task for teenagers at a passionate age. Furthermore, most of the students at the Royal School were either of noble birth or had grown up in households with immense wealth. Compliance was never going to come easily.
However, there was a clear reward for those who endured. They held the pride of studying under royal patronage and shared that pride with their peers. They moved in all circles of society with a collective consciousness of being elites nurtured by the royal family—spanning politics, business, medicine, the legal profession, the arts, and even deep into the underground.
In this way, they pulled each other forward, pushed each other up, and supported one another in their respective fields. Some criticized this behavior as collective exclusivism, but that only made the closed-off school culture grow even more rigid. After all, a sense of belonging is originally strengthened through hostility toward other groups.
In that sense, Hee-joo looked forward to the dormitory assignment. She wanted to know what it felt like to belong. She was curious about what it felt like to experience a sense of camaraderie with someone other than herself, to win together and lose together, to grow together and face setbacks together.
Normally, people learn these things at home, but Hee-joo couldn't. She didn't have a mother, and her relationship with her father was poor. She did have a half-brother, but...
"It’s better to think of him as non-existent."
Frowning, Hee-joo headed toward the central library. Passing through the unnecessarily glamorous campus, past the fountain surrounded by marble statues on all sides, and as she climbed the marble stairs, a clutter of voices reached her ears.
"Hey, where do you think Sung Hee-joo will get assigned?"
"Probably Baekho Palace (White Tiger Palace), what else?"
"Baekho Palace?"
"She's smart. And she’s got a nasty attitude."
Laughter broke out among the whispering students.
"If she goes there, won't she be completely ostracized? Where else do kids care about lineage as much as they do at Baekho Palace?"
"True. It's not a dormitory an illegitimate child should go to."
"If you look at it that way, is there any dormitory that suits her? She's a commoner and an illegitimate child."
As one male student clicked his tongue and shook his head as if it made no sense, another student chimed in.
"Why, she's still got plenty of money though."
"If having lots of money solved everything, why would the word nouveau riche even exist?"
It didn't take long for the expressions of the mocking students to freeze. It happened the exact moment Hee-joo's small head came into view above the stairs. Soon, her pitch-black eyes appeared, and as they caught sight of her long, fluttering hair, someone swallowed hard.
"……."
One boy had previously tried to trip Hee-joo, only to end up with a broken foot, and another had been choked for mocking her for being clumsy. Learned fear was a remarkably precise thing. Every time something like that happened, the school was turned completely upside down, but nothing major ever came of it. In that sense, having a lot of money was a good thing. While she couldn't avoid bowing her head in apology, it was enough to prevent her from being expelled.
"What? What is it?"
One male student raised his voice. He seemed to want to put on an act of bravado despite not even being able to look her in the eye. However, it was hard to hide the fact that he was nothing more than a terrified little brat.
Hee-joo smirked and took a leisurely step forward.
"Ryu Min-seok."
"…W-what? What do you want?"
"Which dormitory do you want to go to?"
"Huh…?"
"I hope it's the same one as you."
When Min-seok frowned instead of answering, Hee-joo whispered softly.
"There are no CCTVs in the dormitories, you know."
"……?"
"If I were to kill you in there, wouldn't it be possible that nobody would ever know?"
"…You crazy bitch!"
Min-seok screamed in a belated rage, but by then, Hee-joo had already walked past into the library. Her long hair fluttered behind her as she relished the fear of others.
"Jujak Palace (Vermilion Bird Palace)…"
Hee-joo muttered to herself as she checked the notice posted on the wall. Ryu Min-seok had been babbling about Baekho Palace, but her assigned dormitory was Jujak Palace—the guardian of the south, symbolizing fire and summer.
Hee-joo headed toward the dormitory, wearing the red durumagi (traditional Korean overcoat) she had received from the administration office over her school uniform. The dormitories were positioned to match the directions symbolized by the Four Guardian Deities, such as Cheongnyong Palace (Azure Dragon Palace) to the east and Jujak Palace to the south.
The further south she walked, the more students she saw wearing red durumagi. They all had different faces, names, ages, and personalities, yet for some reason, they looked similar. Almost like… siblings.
"Sung Hee-joo!"
Just then, she heard Sung Tae-joo’s voice. He was her older brother, three years her senior, with whom she shared only half her blood. It was unpleasant how strangely similar they looked, yet a sense of relief would wash over her from a completely different standpoint. Unlike his neat and delicate appearance, his actions were foolish to a pathetic degree, so much so that he was constantly facing suspension.
"Pardon?"
— There must be something you want to have.
Biting her lower lip, Hee-joo's mood turned sour. Her father's question wasn't completely out of the blue. Whenever she accomplished something, it had always been Hee-joo's habit to say she wanted to have something. When she was young, it was mostly things like the snacks her brother was eating or the bicycle he was riding, and occasionally, it would be her father's fountain pen.
But those were merely excuses. What she truly wanted to have was her father's validation. Even though she was an illegitimate child, and even though she wasn't a child he had originally wanted... she wanted validation like, "You are magnificent," or "You did well."
"The watch Oppa (older brother) is wearing looked pretty."
— …….
"Please buy that for me too."
Her pride was too wounded to actually say she wanted to be praised. To say she just wanted her father's validation made her feel pathetic for desiring it in the first place. So, she simply acted exactly as her father expected her to. Like a greedy, precocious, materialistic, illegitimate child.
After hanging up the phone, Hee-joo sat on the windowsill. She suppressed her yearning to set down her heart—which belonged nowhere—just anywhere.
From the Royal School Rules
Article 5, Paragraph 1: The dormitories shall follow the names of the Four Guardian Deities, and assignments shall not be changed after they are made.
Article 5, Paragraph 3: Dormitory assignments shall be based on the student's entire time from the 1st to the 6th grade, and this includes assignment performance capability, behavioral development, and evaluations by the faculty.
Article 5, Paragraph 4: Competition between dormitories is permitted; however, mutual slander and defamation of character are designated as grounds for severe disciplinary action.
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