“...While I was cutting them down, I realized that I still have a long way to go.”

“...I see.” Seo Jun-Ho nodded and looked outside the window. The night was already crawling in like a spider.

‘We talked for a lot longer than I had expected.’ 

In the beginning, he had been planning to leave right away. He wasn’t confident that he could maintain a conversation through the awkwardness. But when they started talking about hunting and swordplay, the look in the Sword Saint’s eyes changed.

‘It’s surprising. He’s good at talking when it’s about something he likes.’ 

The man of few words actually ended up being quite the chatterbox. Seo Jun-Ho didn’t think he would end up hearing even the story about how Kim Woo-Joong bested the 3rd Floor Master, Phanactos.

“Goodness, what kind of pairing is this?”

Seo Jun-Ho and Kim Woo-Joong both turned to the entrance of the hospital room. A girl had entered without knocking, and she approached them, looking amused.

“I didn’t think anyone would pay you a hospital visit,” she said.

“Do you really think that I… don’t have any friends?” Kim Woo-Joong glanced at Seo Jun-Ho, gauging...