49 Mission Registration

Silence fell.

The Shangseoryeong's son.

Even if the people here occupied impressive social positions, the other side was on a different level.

Right beneath the emperor, who oversees the entire old Murim.

'If I mess this up, I'm in big trouble.'

I tugged lightly at the collar around my neck to open up some breathing room.

Yet the slit-eyed man, who had introduced himself only as "Nobody," merely kept that masklike smile.

"Do you have any questions for Young Master Cheonjong?"

Just as the host tried to break the awkward mood by asking into the microphone, the woman in glasses who had been asking questions all along raised her hand.

The Royal-grade woman who had just finished her self-introduction earlier...