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Thirty-Seven: Rational Thought is For the Heartless

Mabsulle is under attack...

King Choi is leading an army...

And Soobin...

He's going along with it?

But why?

He never liked violence.

Even towards Mabsuli bloods.

He never had a problem with them or Mabsulle.

So why is he attacking now?

What changed?

Yeonjun changed him. This is all his fault.

Beomgyu could just barely hear the Mabsuli bloods around him begin to speak again, but he couldn't make out their words. His vision began to grow foggy and dim, his hands twitching in his lap as the two voices once again clashed in his head.

His own voice.

And the voice of the—

Don't be ridiculous. This isn't the Crystal's voice. This is my own voice. I believe this is Yeonjun's fault because it is. He led the army here. And now they're going to kill all Mabsuli bloods just like they've always wanted.

Soobin doesn't want that.

Then why is he walking alongside them? Yeonjun made him hate Mabsuli bloods by disappearing. And now he stands with King Choi.

Why would Yeonjun want to see Mabsulle fall if he's a Mabsuli blood?

He hasn't lived here long.

Neither have I.

He doesn't care about Mabsulle like me.

But San and Wooyoung—

They mean nothing to him.

That's not true.

Beomgyu saw the way Yeonjun held his arms out for San. He saw the gratitude shining in his eyes when he held Wooyoung's hand. Maybe Soobin did come for Yeonjun, but it certainly wasn't the latter's fault Soobin came armed. Beomgyu knew there was something off about the Crystal from the beginning—

Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine.

Those words may have fooled him back in Akabri.

"You and all the Akabi bloods must pay," Seulgi growled as she raised her glowing red hands. A death spell like the one she tried to set on Soobin. And around her, the other Mabsuli bloods were doing the same. Even Taehyun was glaring Yeonjun down as he aimed a death spell at him through foggy—

Foggy eyes.

All the Mabsuli bloods had foggy eyes.

But not Yoongi. Or Jungkook. Or Jimin. Or King Kang. Or Beomgyu himself.

None of them were moving.

None of their eyes were fogged over yet.

Because—

Help them kill Yeonjun, my child.

It was always the Crystal.

The spells flew towards Yeonjun.

For Mabsulle—

Shut the fuck up!

Yeonjun screamed as Beomgyu pushed him to the floor, silverware clattering and shattering around them as the death spells flew over their heads and dissolved once they hit the wall, leaving dents that rained a light sheen of dust.