Legends were made, not birthed. Myths weren’t created, but fulfilled, and history was written for those who began both legends and myths. The union between the first, second, third, and fourth recruits from the central region and the fifth, sixth, and seventh recruits in the northern region was definitely an event worthy of being recorded in history. They had basically achieved what was thought to be impossible—so unthinkable that it made even a legendary hero like Choi Chi-Hyun surprised.  Thus, Noel Freya, who always revered Choi Chi-Hyun above all, had been wondering about the person behind these record-worthy events; now that she was finally face to face with this person, she looked very closely.

“Hello,” Chi-Woo said politely with his head lowered. “Thank you for coming all this way.”

“…”

“I heard that you wanted to see me. You’re here on behalf of the central region’s leader…?” Chi-Woo trailed off since Noel had been staring at him blankly. Then she blinked furiously like she was recovering from shock.

“…Ah.” Noel realized her mistake a bit too late and quickly shook her head. She still looked flustered, but she regained her composure and spoke again, “Please excuse my behavior just now. I am Noel Freya from the second recruits.” She had a pious voice that immediately gave her a holy impression, and Chi-Woo bowed his head to this lady with ivory hair again. 

Even though Chi-Woo knew it was only right for him to introduce himself too, he held back. He thought if he said, ‘I am Chichibbong...