Black Corporation: Joseon

“…. Carry out this affair as we've discussed.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Ah, I’m getting hungry. Let’s grab a bite and gather back after 30 minutes.”

“…. Yes, Your Majesty.”

[The Historian(1)say.]

Ting! Swoosh!

[The love the king has for his subjects is the most wonderful thing in this world.]

Ting! Swoosh!

[He gave consideration so that a mere slave did not overwork. The king's virtuous heart is like a spring sun.(2)]

Ting! Swoosh!

[But his retainers could not receive such a spring sun, so how could such a sad thing—]

“Historian? Are you writing insults for me now?”

“I’m not! Your Majesty!”

“Then why are you taking so long?”

“Because my hand is rather slow….”

“Is that so? Should I send you back to the Administrative Training Center?”

“I’ll do my best to write faster.”

“I’m watching you.”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty….”

T/N:

(1) Historian (??): An officer in charge of recording the history.?

(2) Spring sun (??): The sun that shines on spring. A warming sun.?

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