“Mr. Ru Amuh.” While returning to the room where Airi was, a thought suddenly popped into Chi-Woo’s head, and he asked. “Why did you do that?”

“Sorry, sir?”

“When you threw your sword away. What were you thinking when you gave up your weapon…?”

“Ah…” Ru Amuh slightly smiled. “The monster who imitated Sir Dalgil was more cunning than I thought, so I judged that I needed to immediately gain your trust and reacted.”

“But I could also be a fake.”

“Even so, that was my only option.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way I can harm you with my own hands,” Ru Amuh said matter-of-factly. Even though Chi-Woo might not be Chi-Woo, the smallest possibility that he was the real deal prevented Ru Amuh from raising his sword at Chi-Woo.

Chi-Woo stared at Ru Amuh intently. Ru Amuh’s response was short, but every word was imbued with his trust and faith in Chi-Woo. It appeared that the trust level his user information showed was accurate, and it would’ve been absurd for two people in basically a parent-and-child relationship to cross blades. For some reason, Chi-Woo felt embarrassed and scratched his head.

“Don’t do that next time,” Chi-Woo said, and Ru Amuh smiled without saying anything. As they conversed, they eventually reached their destination. Chi-Woo hurriedly opened the iron door and entered. Fortunately, Airi was fine, and she was lying exactly where he’d left her.

“Ms. Airi. It was as you said. It...