“What was that just now? What kind of guy lets himself get carried like a princess?” Lee Ji-Hye asked.

“You saw that?” I asked.

“Yes, I saw it, and that’s why I said you shouldn’t go out there and peek like that. I haven’t told you this yet, but your face is no different from a taunting totem, and while we’re on the subject, please refrain from looking at people with those sparkly eyes of yours. It’s the reason why that novel about you is selling like hotcakes even though we’re in the middle of a war. Did you know that many women are leaving the front lines? I’m not sure if this is true, but the women are saying that they don’t want to die because they’re still waiting for the next volume. It can be helpful—yes, but you know that getting involved in a rumor is—”

“What novel?” I asked, interrupting her.

“You don’t know?” she asked.

“I’ve heard of it, but what does that have to do with—”

“I-It’s nothing. You’re slow in the strangest parts,” she said, interrupting me.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, did you get hurt?” she questioned.

“No, I’m fine. Thanks to a certain someone,” I said.

“Be careful. If it weren’t...