Before Go Hyung-Chul got into a fight with the local druggies, Alberto had given Gi-Gyu and El a tour of Rome. Hamiel and the others, however, were trying to find a trace of other angels.

“This tastes great.” Gi-Gyu licked his ice cream, standing before Capitoline Hill. “El, are you sure you don’t want one too? Would you like a taste of mine?”

Gi-Gyu offered his cone filled with melting ice cream which was also slathered with his spit.

“No, never mind. It’s got my saliva all over it. It’s too dirty.” Gi-Gyu admitted his mistake and retrieved his hand.

“...” El seemed shocked, but Gi-Gyu didn’t notice.

Alberto, who was also eating ice cream, commented, “Mr. Morningstar, you have no manners.”

Gi-Gyu and Alberto had become friends quickly. Perhaps it was because Alberto was an optimistic person. Or maybe it was because as the branch manager, he had to be friendly and possess great social skills.

‘Maybe I like him because he’s so much like Sung-Hoon.’ Gi-Gyu took a bite of his ice cream and smiled.

Gi-Gyu replied, “By the way, you’re good at this, huh?”

“Well, I didn’t become the branch manager for my soccer skill, that’s for sure,” Alberto mumbled with his mouth full of ice cream.

They were...