Sung Yu-Da's servant escorted me to the front gate of the mansion. 0

"If you want, sir, I can drive you home," the servant said, opening the car door with grace as if he had done this many times before. 0

I shook my head. 0

“Thank you, but I'll go alone. It's more convenient for me." 0

"Ah, I understand. Well then..." 0

The servant quickly paced back into the mansion. I quietly watched their retreating figure and went to the dormitory after the gate closed. 0

I checked on the flower I was growing. Thanks to the watering I had done earlier, the soil was still moist. I lay on the bed, thinking about when it would sprout and flower.0

Sung Yu-Da knew. 0

Since when? He could have known from the beginning, or he could have found out midway, or maybe he had just been suspicious until our conversation, and that’s when he became certain. 0

Either way, he knew that I was the Cult Leader of the Voodooists and was keeping quiet for some reason.0

[How audacious, Legba. Don't you also know about their relationship?]0

Baron Samedi's words must be related to that reason. The ‘their’ in ‘their relationship’ would be referring to Sung Yu-Da and my father, and it could possibly include my mother as well. 0

So what happened between Sung Yu-Da and my father that made him stay silent about my secret identity? I didn’t have a clue. It didn't seem as simple as merely feeling guilty for betraying a friend. Legba or Baron Samedi might know what happened between...0