A few figures came together and sat down in a dark room. The expensive wool carpets decorating the floor revealed how wealthy the owner of the room was, and the one who was sitting at the head of the table was Hwee-Kyung.

Hwee-Kyung’s horns had grown for the past three weeks and were now as long as one’s palm. Hwee-Kyung wanted to cut them off, but Sairan stopped her when he saw how much she bled from doing so, saying that he needed to protect her.

Hwee-Kyung touched her horns. It felt strange to have them so long. Then she looked at the people sitting in her room, who she was even more unfamiliar with than her horns. Gathered here were Sairan, the Gyo family member, two Goblins, an old miner of the Soo family, and a fishmonger of the marketplace.

Hwee-Kyung unconsciously mumbled to herself, “...How did this happen?”

Sairan, who was next to her, heard what she said and replied, “Hm? It seems like a good idea to review what has happened until now before starting a revolution. There might be something we’ve missed.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant…”

“First off, two rumors have spread within Automation. And at the same time, Chief Lakrak of my tribe commanded me to protect Hwee-Kyung in the meantime.”

‘Hwee-Kyung’

Hwee-Kyung felt like she heard her name more in the past three weeks than she ever had in her life until now. In the first week, several attackers had called out her name to make sure they didn’t get the wrong target. In the second week, those who wanted to form an alliance with her or pretend to do so before betraying her called her name countless times. And in the third week, everyone acted like they forgot her fake name, Mang-Ji, which they had been calling her until recently....