Great Fire of Hanyang (5)

When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

It was the sort of line a protagonist in an Internet novel or comic might say. But when I really opened my eyes, what I saw was an unfamiliar ceiling I did not recognize.

My entire body was terribly sore and painful, and it even felt hot.

"I did overdo it a little."

I am, in fact, the sort of person who does not even exercise for thirty minutes a day.

It may seem like unbecoming conduct for someone who made His Majesty King Sejong hike Bugaksan for two hours every day, as well as ride horses and practice archery, but...

There is absolutely nothing shameful about this as a subject.

After all, it is our proper duty as subjects to offer loyal remonstrances saying, "The king is special, so I may do this, but you may not, so you must follow these rules."

And even if I compare myself closely with the others, I am a very proper gentleman by comparison.

Other men routinely submit memorials saying that they themselves should be allowed to eat beef and increase their wealth even during a drought, while the king must not do such things...