As usual, Joachim Wolff and his secretary Ernst Mach quietly read books in the Korean university hospital’s waiting room. Many people initially became curious when famous European Players had shown up in the hospital, but they had gotten used to Joachim and Ernst now as if they were a part of their daily lives.

“Mr. Wolff?” A nurse hesitantly came up to them. Her pronunciation was a bit awkward, but it seemed she had studied abroad for quite a while.

After closing his book, Joachim raised his head and answered in English, “Yes, that’s me.”

His typical German accent made him look more dignified.

“M-mister Lee Chang-Sun said he’ll see you now,” the nurse stuttered.

“Ah, is that so? Thank you.” Joachim’s face brightened up for the first time in so long. He had been waiting to hear that for three days, so he was starting to get sick of just blindly waiting. When Joachim stood up, Ernst, who was waiting by his side, quietly picked up Joachim’s jacket and stood up as well.

“B-by the way…” the nurse continued.

“Is there anything else?” Joachim asked.

“Would it be okay to ask for your autograph?” the nurse requested with a bit of a reddened face, like a fan who had met a famous singer. Joachim was quite handsome, comparable to a Hollywood actor, and he acted like a gentleman, earning popularity overseas. Nevertheless, Joachim’s eyes still widened because he didn’t expect he would receive such a request in a small eastern co...