The eyes of the man on the sofa were closed. He was meditating to make sure his heart would always be away from distraction.

Tap, tap, tap!

Something kept flying into his head.

“…”

He slowly opened his dark obsidian-like eyes, and they were full of dissatisfaction.

Upon receiving that look, Son Chae-Won replied, "Woo-Joong, Kim Woo-Joong."

"First, don't throw popcorn at me." Kim Woo-Joong shook the popcorn off his hair and warned her seriously. "Second, I can't forgive the onion-flavored ones, especially because the powder gets on me."

"What should I do? I think I’ll throw them again to you because it’s funny how you’re trying to stand your ground in front of me." Son Chae-Won smirked and put popcorn in her mouth as she continued. "And why is our guild’s ace so angry?"

“…”

Kim Woo-Joong closed his mouth tightly, and Son Chae-Won's eyes became round.

"What, are you upset because you got hit by popcorn a little bit?"

"I'm not upset about that, no. I'm not upset in the first place," he murmured, turning away his frowning face. "…People are being too much.”

"Ah, I see. You're like this because of Specter-nim."

"The path he has been taking is the path of noble sacrifice. How can people...