Some time passed and I sat facing an old woman in a private barracks. Surprisingly, she was a user who came representing the magic city of Oz. I was amazed at first after knowing she wasn’t an NPC. Still, it didn’t make a big difference because I was a grandfather. In any case, I took her to the barracks and there was a strange tension between us.

“How do you know me...?”

In fact, I had doubts at first. It reminded me of the sudden fan signing event due to Park Muyeol at the World Competition. She called me ‘orabeoni,’ so it was natural to have such suspicions. Was she one of the people I gave a signature to at the time?

“Kukuku. It has been a long time. No wonder why you can’t recognize me.

The old lady whose name was unknown laughed like it was interesting. I was becoming more and more confused. It had been a long time? What was she saying right now?

“I’m sorry. Since I'm older, I can’t remember things well...”

“Oh, Orabeoni was...