“Hyung-nim, wait a minute.”

Kim Seon-Hyeok had been gripping the Holy Sword hard as if he planned to crush it into pieces when a voice caused him to loosen his hold. 

“Joon-Min.”

From the start, Kim Seon-Hyeok knew that Park Joon-Min had woken up. The current conversation was a way for him to tell the entire story to the warrior who hadn’t known what had happened. 

Perhaps, the Holy Sword knew it as well.

Nevertheless, it had no choice but to answer because as a guide of the Lord, it was necessary for it to prove its innocence. 

“What you said earlier, is it all true?”

[The fact that there’s a way to defeat the Demon King is not a lie.]

“And what would it cost?”

Park Joon-Min seemed to have a rough understanding now.

[It’s different each time.]

“Then, what if it was me right now?”

The Holy Sword didn’t answer. But for Joon-Min, it was no different to hearing an answer. 

“So I might die.”

The warrior bowed his head with a tragic look.

Watching from the side, Kim Seon-Hyeok slowly took his hand off the Holy Sword. 

From here on out, it’s not my business.

“Hyung-nim.”

But Park Joon-Min seemed to think differently.

“What should I do from now on?”

It was a difficult question. The guide Park Joon-Min had been trusting and relying upon, thought that as long as the Demon...