The two stared at each other, neither of them said anything. His grandson Kwon Palmo didn’t know Specter’s face, but Kwon Noya did. He was the one who made Specter’s mask after all.[1]

The two didn’t care about appearances and were friends despite their age difference. Kwon Noya looked at Seo Jun-Ho with one eye squinted. “Excuse me…have you two met before?” 

Kwon Palmo tilted his head as he asked, but Kwon Noya shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about it. Palmo, fetch a glass of Agarit tea for our guest.”

“Huh? That precious tea…?” 

When Kwon Noya nodded, the giant headed to the kitchen, still stealing glances at Seo Jun-Ho. Seo Jun-Ho grinned as he watched his back get smaller. 

“He still listens well to his grandfather.”

“That’s because you don’t know. When he doesn’t listen, he gets stupidly stubborn.”

Seo Jun-Ho picked up the sword on the anvil. “But still, he learned well despite crying during all your scoldings. It’s a great sword. The balance of the weight is perfect.”

“...Hmph, I still have a lot...