Chun Sungjae couldn’t take his eyes away from the items. Even though Lee Gun had especially prepared this present for him, the young man was baffled. His reaction was normal. ‘Uncle. Why this of all things….’

Yes, the things in Sungjae’s hands were figurines of the Archer Saint. One of them depicted the Archer Saint in his twenties, when he had looked the most handsome. Then there was the figurine depicting his current version. It was the Archer Saint in his forties. Typical of the Archer Saint, the figurine showed him pulling back on a bow. It was a very cool pose.

However, none of that mattered to Sungjae.

‘Why the Archer Saint’s figurines of all things?’

Lee Gun's gift had mystified the Archer disciples, too. The only one to feel deeply moved was Hugo. 

‘Gun! You son of a bitch. You really are my friend!’ Hugo had asked Lee Gun for cooperation as he wanted his kids to love him. It seemed Lee Gun was going along with his request.

Chun Sungjae stared at his father’s figurines, then nodded as if he understood what Lee Gun wanted. “You want me to use these as dioramas when he gets eaten by a monster, right? Thank you very much!”

“That’s right— Hey! Chun Sungjae! How can you say that about my figurines?” Hugo was about to say that Sungjae was being too much, but Lee Gun just cackled.

“Why would I give the figurines of the lousy Archer Saint to my nephew as a present?”

“Hey!”

Lee Gun continued, “The real present is the content within the figurines.”

“Content?”

Instead of answering Hugo, Lee Gun looked at the figurines in Chun Sungjae’s hands.

[Lee Jaewon] [Chun Jiwoo]

A grin made its way to his lips. “There are souls within them. One is Lee Jaewon. The other one is Chun Jiwoo...