Bloody was walking through a corridor leading to the secret conference room with his niece, Leisha, Lancelot, and Mac, who came as envoys from the Crow Tribe.

"Uncle, why is it so winding and complicated here?” She complained even saying that it was humid and smelled of mold.

Bloody gave a light smile. "When inviting anyone other than the originally designated people to the secret meeting room, it was decided that we would only use this closed path."

The secret passageway that they were walking on was so dilapidated that it was closed and the work to dig a new passageway was in full swing.

“Do you have any questions before we arrive?”

“I do! Bloody-nim!” Lancelot’s hand shot up.

"Without the nim. Yes, Lancelot."

"How much progress has been made in finding Den?”

After giving permission to ask questions as if he were a teacher, Bloody turned his head away when Lancelot queried.

“——”

"Yes? What did you say?"

With his eyes wide open and head tilted, Lancelot’s gaze fell on Bloody. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not. 

Bloody walked one step faster and avoided his gaze. "Sor-sorry. We couldn’t find him.”

"Yes? What did you...