“What?”

Najima’s smile was bright and innocent as the elf said she found a solution. This made Seon-Hyeok even more uneasy.

After all, he had already witnessed the fragmented and extreme views of the Qeishas the previous day.

The Qeisha pursed her lips and whistled. It was such a soft sound that he might not have heard if he was not paying attention, but small footsteps could be heard outside his window in response.

Tap.

A new Qeisha entered through the window. With that, the elf reached for her hood, as if doing something completely natural.

It was at this moment Seon-Hyeok realized what the relentless Qeishas planned, and he desperately tried to stop them.

“Stop! I said stop! Don’t do that!”

His words were not enough to soothe his anxiety, and as such, he rushed forward to grab the Qeisha’s hands. The Qeisha’s eyes grew wide as she was about to remove her mask.

She seemed surprised by his sudden behavior.

“Wait, is that what you’re thinking? That I don’t like you personally, so you should bring another of your tribe? Is that it?”

Najima, now masked once again, tilted her head in confusion...