Holy Idol [EN]: Chapter 641

◈ 641. Confused Because the Names Were the Same

“Where is Hwasa-ja?”

Shin Jo-woon asked sharply.

Rembrary shook his head.

“He hasn’t woken up yet.”

Even in the short time they exchanged a few words, the cracking sound grew faster and louder.

Shin Jo-woon fixed his gaze on the ceiling and asked.

“Doesn’t he have any unhealed wounds?”

“That can’t be.”

Rembrary picked up Hwasa-ja. The speed at which the ceiling cracked was visibly increasing. They had to get out quickly.

However, he didn’t seem to have the energy to go down to the first floor and find the door.

The best thing would be for Hwasa-ja to wake up and get them out immediately, but for some reason, Hwasa-ja hadn’t woken up yet.

“Let’s go that way. We might see a window.”

But before he could take a step, pieces of stone began to fall from the ceiling.

“Damn it. We need to hurry.”

Rembrary lowered Hwasa-ja slightly and spoke.

However, Shin Jo-woon didn’t follow. Instead, he touched a pillar with his hand and frowned for a moment.

Just as Rembrary was wondering what he was doing, ice spread along the pillar and covered the ceiling.

The ceiling, which had been cracking and breaking, instantly looked as good as new, as if it had been wrapped in ice.

“Is it okay…?”

Rembrary muttered in relief. At that moment, the pillar next to them collapsed downwards with a thud.

“!”

Rembrary looked down. He couldn’t see the floor situation because of the ice, but it was clear that the floor was cracking as well.

“Sardine, jump!”

The floor was already covered in ice, so there was nothing more to freeze. As Rembrary shouted, everyone’s body began to sink downwards.

“Grab on!”

Shin Jo-woon reached out to Rembrary and pulled him, trying to create ice around them to protect them.

* * *

“…….”

When Shin Jo-woon opened his eyes, all he saw was a faint, white light.

Shin Jo-woon blinked a few times and raised his upper body.

He had tried to create a shield as much as possible. But he couldn’t remember anything from the middle on. He had no idea what had happened.

Shin Jo-woon, who was rubbing his face, frowned as he tried to see where the light was coming from.

“…Weirdo?”

The light was coming from behind the blonde weirdo’s head.

“What do you have on your back?”

Startled, Shin Jo-woon asked. Rembrary, who was sitting, turned his head slightly to show his back. There was nothing there.

“Aren’t you a human? Why are you glowing…?”

Shin Jo-woon asked, bewildered by the bizarre sight. Rembrary shrugged and replied.

“It’s a halo.”

Shin Jo-woon was stunned for a moment by his proud appearance, then looked around again.

Behind him, Hwasa-ja was lying down, and they were in a space created by large pieces of ice and concrete colliding with each other.

“What happened?”

“The floor collapsed downwards, and things were falling from above, so it ended up like this.”

“…….”

“It seems we haven’t left the dungeon because it’s not the cinema area yet. Don’t worry. We’ll be able to get out when Hwasa-ja wakes up.”

Rembrary spoke in his usual tone and pointed to Shin Jo-woon’s side.

“Let’s take out some snacks from there. I’m hungry.”

Looking where he was pointing, Shin Jo-woon saw Rembrary’s bag.

Shin Jo-woon stared at Rembrary in disbelief. They were currently buried in the rubble of a collapsed building, and he was asking to eat snacks in this situation?

He was annoyed by his calm demeanor in a crisis.

“You should really consider the time and place for acting so selfishly…”

Shin Jo-woon frowned when he saw the blood on Rembrary’s shirt, about to say that he should know better.

He hadn’t noticed it right away because the light was coming from Rembrary’s head and his clothes were dark. But when he looked closely, Rembrary’s top was stained with blood.

Shin Jo-woon remembered that the clothes Rembrary had initially worn weren’t dark.

“Are you hurt?”

Shin Jo-woon asked, flustered by the sight of his clothes, which indicated he was seriously injured. Rembrary raised his chin as if boasting.

“I ended up like this protecting you, so you should be grateful. You must remember your gratitude every hour. Do you understand?”

Shin Jo-woon reached out as he approached him.

“Are you badly hurt? Let me see your wounds.”

“I’ve already healed everything, so take out something to eat.”

“Just let me see. I keep smelling blood…”

“I’m fine, I tell you.”

“Stop talking about food.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“Are you a pig?”

Shin Jo-woon, whose worry turned into annoyance, was about to ask Rembrary to show him his wounds, but he stopped his hand.

“!”

A rebar [reinforcing bar] from the concrete was connected to Rembrary’s back.

Shin Jo-woon stopped speaking and rushed towards him.

“You were hurt!”

“I can’t pull it out. But it’s constantly healing, so it’s okay.”

“How can this be okay—!”

Shin Jo-woon tore the clothes around the area where the rebar was embedded. A rebar was stuck in his back, and blood was constantly flowing from that area.

However, other parts were perfectly fine without a single wound, just as he said.

“What the hell is this…”

“I thought everyone wouldn’t get buried if I took it all. I didn’t know something would be sticking out. But even if I knew, there was nothing I could do.”

“!”

Shin Jo-woon bit his lip. It would be difficult to pull it out, but it was too terrible to imagine what would happen if he pulled it out wrong.

He belatedly realized why Rembrary kept asking him to take out food from his bag. He couldn’t move himself.

He clenched his fist and glared at the wound. He shouldn’t be angry in this situation, but he couldn’t bear the surge of anger.

Why are saints like this…? He pressed his throbbing temples.

“I can’t agree with the idea that saints are good.”

“Huh?”

“Is it good to hurt people you know to save strangers?”

“What are you talking about?”

Shin Jo-woon didn’t answer.

He knew that ‘that kid’ didn’t try to help others thinking he was wrong, and that this weird blonde didn’t get hurt to upset people he knew.

He knew it rationally, but the combination of frustration, heartache, and mental pain turned into absurd anger.

“You sulk a lot whether you have your memories or not.”

“If I’ve ever sulked, it’s probably because you did something wrong.”

“You sulked for almost no reason, Shin.”

“You just didn’t know the reason.”

Shin Jo-woon took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to wipe the flowing blood, but the blood didn’t stop.

“Um…”

Then Shin Jo-woon turned his head sharply.

Hwasa-ja had already opened his eyes and was looking at them.

Hwasa-ja, who had taken off his lion mask because he felt suffocated, looked alternately at Rembrary and Shin Jo-woon with a dazed expression, then pleaded with a look of exhaustion.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems like we’re in a messed up situation. Do we really have to fight here too?”

* * *

Thanks to Hwasa-ja waking up, the three were able to easily move out of the cinema site.

When they got outside, people living in the area were gathered around, buzzing.

“Isn’t that Shin Jo-woon?”

“Looks like Rembrary?”

Some people recognized Rembrary and Shin Jo-woon’s faces and began to stir.

But before they could properly see the three, the surrounding background seemed to blur, and soon the three were moved in front of a huge door.

They had left the dungeon.

Shin Jo-woon and Hwasa-ja, who had been unwillingly clinging to each other, quickly let go of each other.

Rembrary was blankly holding his bag, then looked around and smiled contentedly.

“Even if Shin loses his memories, our solidarity doesn’t diminish.”

“Didn’t all three of us act almost separately?”

Hwasa-ja muttered in disbelief, but his voice wasn’t loud.

Rembrary shrugged and reached out to Shin Jo-woon to take his bag.

“Then, Lion, let’s go now. Shin, give me the bag and go.”

“…….”

But even when he reached out, there was nothing to grab.

“Shin. My bag.”

Rembrary waved his hand in the air, and when Shin Jo-woon didn’t give him the bag, he raised his eyebrows.

“How do you know there’s corn in there?”

Hwasa-ja muttered, “I don’t think that’s it,” and glanced at Shin Jo-woon.

He was worried that the two would start a second round.

But instead of getting angry, Shin Jo-woon sighed and explained obediently.

“Your back is hurt. I’ll carry it.”

“What? You’re going to carry my corn?”

“…I’m saying I’ll carry your luggage.”

“It’s all better now. Look at this.”

Rembrary showed his back, which had healed without a single scar, and reached out again.

“So give me the luggage. I’m going home with Lion.”

However, instead of giving him the luggage, Shin Jo-woon looked at Hwasa-ja and said.

“Go back first.”

“Rembrary is—”

“You said there are kids at home. If you go home looking like that, the kids will be surprised. I’ll change his clothes and send him.”

“Ah.”

Only then did Rembrary realize that he didn’t have any injuries now, but his clothes were full of traces.

His top was already soaked in blood, and his pants were also stained with blood, though it wasn’t obvious because they were black.

Only then did Rembrary obediently lower his hand, which he had held out to ask for the luggage.

“Um. Then I’ll go. Contact me later.”

As Hwasa-ja hesitated, waved his hand, and disappeared, Shin Jo-woon gestured to the location of the car.

* * *

“Is he always like that?”

It was while they were driving quickly down a road where not a single car passed. Shin Jo-woon asked without turning his head.

Rembrary took out corn from his bag and ate it, then looked to the side.

Rembrary noticed that Shin Jo-woon’s jaw was stiff and hesitated before asking.

“I usually share. But you have to hold corn to eat it… Wouldn’t it be a bit bothersome if I fed it to you?”

“That damn corn.”

“What?”

“I’ve never used corn as a subject or an object, so stop talking about that damn corn.”

“Then what did you ask about?”

“Does he always act so recklessly?”

“I have to take care of the weak.”

As Rembrary started eating the corn again, a savory smell wafted from the side.

Shin Jo-woon sighed.

“Does that include me?”

“You said you were weak.”

“I—”

Rembrary looked down at the corn cob he had finished eating, then looked to the side again when Shin Jo-woon stopped talking.

Shin Jo-woon frowned and kept turning the steering wheel before admitting.

“Okay, I’m a bit weak.”

Then he frowned as if he was losing his pride by admitting his weakness.

He lost his memories in a really strange way. Rembrary clicked his tongue and asked.

“Where do I throw this corn cob away?”

“Put it back in the bag.”

“Then what about the things in the bag?”

“Wrap it.”

“My name is Rembrary, not Remburi, not BuriBuri.”

“!”

The car suddenly stopped abruptly, and a sharp screeching sound that scratched the ears was heard from outside.

Rembrary hit his head on the window, then stared at Shin Jo-woon with wide eyes.

“You have to drive properly. Did you forget how to drive while forgetting me?”

Shin Jo-woon clenched the steering wheel tightly with strength in his jaw.

After a while, Shin Jo-woon corrected himself in a trembling voice.

“You were wrapping it in plastic wrap when you took out the corn earlier. Wrap the corn cob with that and put it back in.”