Great Fire of Hanyang (2)

Good omens often miss the mark, but for some reason, bad omens always come true.

A fire had broken out in Hanyang.

And it was near our house, of all places.

"What crazy bastard set fire to Hanyang? Tearing him limb from limb wouldn't be enough."

I said that, but I was only human.

A fire nearby meant that our house could be engulfed in flames at any moment, and in the worst case, Gyeoul and I could burn to death.

The fear of dying... For the first time in my life... No.

Once, when I was hit and killed by a truck in my previous life.

And once more when I submitted a jibusangso to Yi Bangwon, so technically, this was already the third time I had faced it...

The first time, I died before I had a chance to feel anything, so I didn't know what it was. The second time, I had done it out of a sense of responsibility as someone who knew the future, for the sake of Joseon's people, and I had been prepared to die. But this time was completely different from the first two...