The thunderstorm has yet to cease. Minjun lies on the gung, watching Eunwoo fiddle with wood and knives. His hand is on his stomach as the cold weather is draining all his warmth away, but he is too tired to call Eunwoo over and tell him.

As each piece of wood is chipped away, a shape begins to form. The only person in this world who knows the function of this shape is Eunwoo. Minjun only sighs because he still believes this is not a completely different Eunwoo. 

A clap of thunder is heard in their compound. Frightened that something may be set on fire, Eunwoo drops his work and goes to check outside. There he sees a hunchback figure in front of the fence. The spot in which this figure stands is scored black by lightning. 

“Why! Why! Why isn’t he dead yet!” The figure is shaking the fence with much rage. 

Eunwoo returns inside and takes Minjun’s sword. He points it at the hunchback figure, “Who is he that you’re trying so desperately to kill?”

The face of the figure is distorted with warts and loose skin. A sneer is followed by a spat on the mud, “So he’s not dead yet because you came back. I guess she didn’t do a good job killing you.”

Eunwoo frowns and moves the blade to where the neck should be on the hunchback figure who laughs hysterically.

“Ke… This world only bears injustice. Despite my skills, I cannot give my son, my husband, or my country justice. However, I’m not the only one seeking justice from him. One day, my justice will be served!”

The dry whisper drifts away and the face of the hunchback figure melts with the rain. When the person has seeped into the ground, Eunwoo stands there under the angry sky. 

The corners of Eunwoo’s mouth drop lower, thinking about this person that tried so desperately to kill Minjun. He knows that Minjun was once a General so it is expected that he has killed many if not lots and has conquered few if not more. And yet, he is left helpless in his heart. These people that come to hurt Minjun have legitimate anger and the right to grieve for vengeance. 

He sighs, puts these thoughts away, and returns to Minjun. 

“Come here,” Minjun tries to sit up. He grabs a towel and dries Eunwoo with it. “Don’t think too much. It happens…”

“Minjun…” Eunwoo takes his wife’s hands and places them near his heart. “I don’t know how to not think too much because your and our child’s safety are at the front of these constant acts of vengeance. I don’t know how to be at peace even if one of these events just ended. Minjun, can you feel that my heart is still racing?”

Since Minjun stays silent, Eunwoo continues, “Without a face and a history, I was able to say I can kill anyone for you. But I saw their face today and learned that they lost their son, husband, and country because of you. I love you but I also pity their injustice.”

Minjun pulls his hands away and continues to dry off Eunwoo’s hair. His face pales and turns cold. He wants to explain but fears that Eunwoo wouldn’t understand since he has never gone to war.

Once Eunwoo is pretty dry, Minjun turns to the other side and takes out a set of dry clothes for Eunwoo. 

“Your Highness doesn't have to kill anyone for this subject. This subject told Your Highness to escape while Your Highness has the chance.”

“May I kiss you?”

Minjun furrows his brows but nods.

Eunwoo leans in, but not too close to wet Minjun with his clothes. Then he pulls back and says, “Don’t tell me to escape without you. That hurts my feelings. Promise me you won’t say it again.”

The wife nods even though he purposely hurt Eunwoo’s feelings so that Eunwoo would escape the burdens and misfortunes. 

Eunwoo changes his clothes. Then he replaces the filled buckets and pots with different ones and goes to the kitchen to make lunch. He doesn’t know how to eliminate this distance and rigid communication between them. 

Minjun who stays in bed thinks about how with each mean and cruel thing he said in the past few days, Eunwoo is patient and corrects him. He secretly enjoys their kisses which are warm and tender like… Like in a way no similes or figurative language can explain. 

Where did His Highness return from to have learned such affectionate and effective tactics? Minjun touches his lips in awe. Perhaps he is not a different person but became a different person.

He lies back on the bedding and waits for lunch to be served. These days, it seems that tiredness and exhaustion never seem to leave his body. He never thought that he would ever consider himself lazy until the last few days. But he couldn’t do anything since Eunwoo wouldn’t let him anyway.

“What are you thinking about?” Eunwoo places the tray of food down and goes over to help Minjun sit up. 

“This servant is thinking about being less lazy.”

“You’re not lazy at all. Lying in bed is a chore to recuperate your body and grow our baby,” Eunwoo answers with flushed cheeks as he fixes Minjun’s hair and returns to begin lunch.

Minjun is also too shy about Eunwoo’s words and doesn’t dare to ask for confirmation. And meanwhile, he awaits Eunwoo’s feeding hands, and the corners of his mouth would curl up slightly. This warm feeling, he wishes that it was real and would last longer if not forever.

After Eunwoo also ate, Minjun pinches the corner of Eunwoo’s sleeve as he is helping Minjun lie back down. Minjun moves a little to the edge, “It’s raining, resting a little is good.”

Eunwoo’s face brightens up and slides into the bedding. He wraps his arms around Minjun.

Little does Eunwoo know, Minjun craves his warmth all morning. Once he wakes up to Eunwoo beside him, he cannot forget the warmth and memory. This feeling of being loved is too good to not be addicted to.

The following day, the thunderstorm left. The village chief and some villagers walk to Eunwoo and Minjun’s fence and demand that the couple leave their village. Eunwoo comes out with Minjun’s sword and a disappointed frown, frightening everyone. 

“Why is everyone shouting so loudly in front of my house so early in the morning, hm?”

The villagers struggle to have a coherent stance. They pull the village chief aside and insist that Eunwoo and Minjun be kicked out. 

Not waiting for the villagers to get impatient, Eunwoo draws the sword and declares, “If anyone defeats me, I’ll take my wife and leave this village. Otherwise, I never want to hear it again!”

The young men laugh among themselves. To them, it’s a known fact that Eunwoo only knows to eat, sleep, gamble, and play with money. So one of them dares to challenge Eunwoo.

Eunwoo jumps over the fence and asks the village chief to hold the sword, saying, “I don’t need to use a sword against him. I’ll put him too much at a disadvantage.”

The challenger is irked by that comment and charges at Eunwoo with a fist. Eunwoo steps aside and puts a foot out to trip the challenger with an overconfident smirk.

His face slaps against the wet ground, hearing confused concerns and even some laughter. The challenger tries to get up again but is knocked out by Eunwoo who practiced martial arts when he was a physicist. Earlier, he put away the sword not because he belittles everyone but because he does not know how to fight with a sword. 

Then three young men challenge Eunwoo while some move the previous challenger’s body away. With three people now, Eunwoo easily avoids their punches with light steps, allowing their punches to land on each other. The other villagers laugh as if they’re watching a new entertainment group performing a show. 

After being made a laughing stock, the three are more determined to beat Eunwoo up. The three charge toward Eunwoo who miscalculates his weight jumps too high and lands too hard behind them. His ankles are weak so when a punch comes his way, he is unable to avoid it and takes a hit to the cheek. 

To quickly end things so that he wouldn’t make any more mistakes and get hurt, he knocks all three of the challengers out cold. 

Since these four young men were so easily defeated by Eunwoo, the rest are not too keen on volunteering. Instead, they become angry at the village chief, demanding the exile of Minjun and Eunwoo from their village. 

“If you want my wife and me out so eagerly, come at me! Why are you pestering an old man?” Eunwoo takes a stance as if he is ready to fight them all at once.

Four older men and an older boy challenge Eunwoo but stop their feet after Eunwoo raises an older man by the collar. His feet hang almost half of an average person’s height and his punches can’t even reach Eunwoo’s shoulder. 

“Y—You can stay. Let him down,” the village chief says after hearing everyone’s fright. 

“So I’ll never hear about this again?”

“Yes! We won’t say it anymore! Let him down!” Each villager answers Eunwoo in their way. 

As soon as Eunwoo returns the older man to the ground, the villagers rush back to their own homes, leaving the village chief there.

Eunwoo takes Minjun’s sword back, “Thank you for holding onto this.”

“… No problem?”

“Will you leave or stay for some water? We don’t have tea,” Eunwoo asks after jumping to the other side of the fence.

The village chief wants to refuse and runs home, but he couldn’t lose face so he agrees. He has to show that he isn’t scared of Eunwoo, else in the future, no one will listen to him.

“What was happening outside?” Minjun asks when he hears Eunwoo sliding the doors. “Village chief! What brings you to our home?”

“It’s alright—“

Before the village chief could finish his sentence, Eunwoo goes to Minjun and says angrily, “Why are you getting up? I’ll take care of everything, just rest. I’ll make you breakfast in a bit, I know our baby is hungry.”

“Your Highness!” Minjun hisses with an angry yet embarrassed tone. Then he sees how swollen Eunwoo’s cheek is, “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m alright,” Eunwoo laughs and goes to bring water for the guest. 

While Eunwoo is out, the village chief asks Minjun, “It seems His Highness is much kinder to you. I’m glad.”

Minjun couldn’t lie down any longer and got up, “Thank you, village chief.” 

“Please lie back down. I wouldn’t want His Highness to scold you again.”

“It’s okay. I want to get up anyway… So, are you here to tell us to leave the village?” Minjun folds his hands together and lowers his head.

“I—We were, but not anymore.” The village chief sighs, “His Highness beat all the young men that came. We couldn’t possibly make you two leave anymore. If I'd known His Highness was good at martial arts, I wouldn’t have let the villagers’ complaints get to me.”

Minjun smiles but he didn’t know Eunwoo is good at martial arts either. From what he knew, Eunwoo was a spoiled prince and never learned martial arts, poetry, or mathematics, only learned to read a few words and count numbers. However, if this Eunwoo knows martial arts, then it must be true that he has a different education from the future, right?

“Are you both talking about me?” Eunwoo brings in two cups of water and a bowl of tonic. He gives the village chief and himself each a cup.

To Minjun, Eunwoo sighs, “You don’t listen to me. Here, drink your medicine.”

“Your Highness knows medicine as well?” The village chief keeps on being surprised by Eunwoo’s new talents. 

“No.” Eunwoo shakes his head and lies, “It’s just sugar water.”