“Aaaaa! The plane arrived some time ago already, so why hasn’t he come out?” Seok-Tae gave out a long yawn. Together with Cha Ye-Eun, they were standing near the Incheon Airport terminal two’s arrival area.

Ye-Eun kept her eyes on the door. “Hold it up properly. We might lose him.”

Seok-Tae was holding a piece of paper with big letters written on it.

<Joachim. P. Wolff>

<Willkommen in Korea!>

It basically meant ‘Welcome to Korea, Joachim Wolff.’

“Come on, how can we miss that kind of guy? He’ll be one or two heads taller than other people.” Seok-Tae didn’t become dispirited by Ye-Eun’s cold response. “By the way, seonbae, did you hear seonbae Kim from the Security Department…”

Ye-Eun looked at Seok-Tae, feeling tired since he had been talking about various topics nonstop. During their drive from Seoul to Incheon, he rambled so much that it was a wonder how he still had topics to talk about now. Now that Ye-Eun had thought about it, he always chattered as much as most female employees of the Council. She seemed to have forgotten about it since Seok-Tae had taken the days off—no, it seemed he talked more than before. What in the world happened while he was hospitalized?

‘… I shouldn’t have saved him.’ Ye-Eun shook her head in disbelief.

After clearing ‘Yeti Hill,’ she thought Seok-Tae had died, but it turned out he managed to survive,...