Yeon-woo looked shocked and questions sprang into his head. He asked in a slightly trembling voice. “Did you…know?”

Henova put his pipe back in his mouth with a serene face, as if he finally had the upper hand. “I made you your armor and mask. If I still didn’t know after that, I’d be a fool.”

Yeon-woo’s eyes widened. To make the armor and mask, he had to know a great deal about Yeon-woo’s physique. Yeon-woo had shared his information window with him because it was impossible for Henova to make something for him without knowing the smallest details.

But even with that aside, Henova had known him well and there was always warmth in his eyes and actions towards Yeon-woo.

“At first, I thought a dead child had returned. I was so happy…I just thought that you were hiding your identity because nothing good would come from others knowing.” White smoke steadily filled the room. “But after getting to know you better, I realized that you weren’t him. You had his face, body, eyes, and voice. But you were someone completely different. Your attitude and...