Meeting her eyes, Seol Jihu was reminded of a female expert from a martial arts novel.

Her hair flowed down like a current of deep-blue river water, and not a hint of disorderliness could be seen in her tall standing posture. Underneath her thick eyelashes were melancholic eyes that gave off an almost transcendent chilliness.

She had a cool, dream-like aura around her like she would disappear if Seol Jihu took his eyes off of her for even one second.

What Seol Jihu knew for certain was that this beauty was an expert.

From her tall nose bridge, clear tender lips, and other parts of her body, a suppressed aura flowed out. The mysterious woman exuded an inexplicable charisma.

However, Seol Jihu also felt like she was glaring at him. It was then that he snapped out of his daze and took a step back from Seo Yuhui’s embrace.

“Noona, this is…”

“Yep. She’s the one you’ve been wanting so much.”

Hearing the words ‘so much’, the woman glanced at Seo Yuhui before turning back to Seol Jihu.

“Ah, welcome. Um…”

Seol Jihu was at a loss for what to do. Then, realizing he was abashed, he blinked rapidly.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

He had no problem talking with Philip Muller, who was an Executor. But when he was facing this woman, his body was reacting on its own like Pavlov’s dog.

Seol Jihu calmed his pounding heart before speaking up.

“Hello, I’m Valhalla’s representative, Seol Jihu.”

The woman— no, the Sacred Empress, Baek Haeju, did not reply. She only stared at him fixedly.

Seol Jihu didn’t mind it all that...