Specter laughed awkwardly. “Look at this bastard, acting like he’s dying when he’s just falling asleep. He almost fooled me.”

Right before Rahmadat went asleep, he looked at them with such deeply thankful eyes, so Specter got even more confused.

“Miss Si-Eun, how is he?” he asked.

“His skill is very outstanding, and I’m done fixing him up, so he’ll be all right. However…” Cha Si-Eun sounded unsure when she spoke, “Seeing how he’s still in pain, I think he should recover for an extended period of time.”

“...”

This idiot… Specter was sure that Rahmadat would get worried about losing his muscles again.

Specter watched as Rahmadat innocently snored away.

“Mr. Chun-Hak, Mr. Sung-Hyun, Woo-Joong.”

All he did was say their names, but all of them nodded in unison.

“Yeah. If I were in your shoes, I would be absolutely seething.”

“It does not bother me either.”

“You should do what you want, Jun-Ho.”

They spoke as if they already knew what he was going to say.

‘We’re Players, too. So even if we don’t want him to do this, we understand.’ 

‘No one can understand what it is like unless they have also experienced losing a comrade.’ 

‘So I’m the only one in the Nine Heavens whom he speaks casually toward...’ 

Specter nodded to them to express his gratitude before...