Earlier this year... 

Kraugel had bought a villa in Gangwon-do, South Korea. He was asked about why he chose Gangwon-do, and the answer that he gave was that it was the hometown that his mother’s grandmother’s grandfather longed for. It felt like some parts of this statement should be dealt with, but... in any case, Grid went to Gangwon-do with Yura and Jishuka. He planned to meet with Kraugel, who had briefly entered the country with his mother. 

The sight of the mansion, which was too grand to be called a villa, standing tall on the mountainside, impressed Grid. 

Kraugel’s mother came out to personally greet them and made Yura and Jishuka smile. It was good to see her in good health. The group dreamed of having a fun day. They never imagined the hell that awaited. 

‘Balance is important.’ 

Grid recalled the curry that Kraugel’s mother had made for them. It was a curry with plenty of bracken and fatsia sprouts. It was bitter. The rough, squishy texture of the fatsia sprouts was particularly terrible. Of course, he didn’t show it and ate it with a smile. It was while shouting out, ‘Delicious.’ 

The curry of Kraugel’s family was made using mountain vegetables easily available to Koreans in the past and contained the sad history of their Koryo compatriots. Moreover, it was food prepared by his friend’s ...