An eerie silence ensued. The old fiend contemplated dozens of times in that brief moment.

‘Should I attack first? Or should I wait for him to go away?'

To be honest, he was not confident in winning against Specter. He even had the Archmage with him. Although the fiend’s own level was high, he wasn’t strong enough to overshadow what he had experienced 26 years ago. Perhaps the intense scenes they showed him in the past had turned into a trauma.

“…”

There was still no sound from the other side of the stall. There wasn’t even any sign of magic being gathered.

‘He’s controlling his magic perfectly?’

What kind of posture was Specter in right now? Was he clenching his fists like himself? Or was he preparing to receive the first attack and immediately counterattack? The moment felt as long as eons. In the end, the old fiend couldn’t withstand the heavy atmosphere and his eyes turned ferocious. He was about to strike with his tightly clenched fist…

Squeak!

"Oh, Director-nim! What are you doing here?”

"Huuuuh? Uhh… Assistant Manager Kim, I think I'm a little drunk."

"Phew, you still have the same habit of opening all the stalls when you come into the restroom drunk. Let's get out of here.”

When the two men left the restroom, the old fiend collapsed on the toilet.

"Hu, huuu...”

When the tension loosened, the breath he had been suppressing came out. He was so nervous that he had droplets of sweat all over his face.

'All this because...