What Counts as the Right Amount of Talent

Nine grew anxious.

Even from a cursory look, it was clear that the Demon Realm was a place with a hostile environment.

And they were going to send utterly harmless Geumhae to a place like that?

“I'm not sending her right away. Talk with your prospective master from here on. My part ends here.”

Seo Seongrak shrugged and stepped back.

Nine's gaze naturally shifted to the woman beside him.

She looked as though ink had taken human form.

Her smooth, dark hair fell to her waist, loosely tied back.

Her black-and-white court robes were wrapped neatly around her, exuding elegance, while her eyes, set against her pale skin, were sharp enough to pierce.

The only sound breaking the silence was the irritated snap of the fan in her hand...