King Sejong's Trap (2)

Sejong was climbing Bugaksan with Yi Bang-won again today.

When he first started hiking, once fifteen minutes—one gak—had passed after the climb began, he would pant like someone about to gasp his last.

But after months of steady climbing, his stamina had improved little by little, and now he had enough endurance to hike while holding a conversation.

"Father."

"Yes, Doya. Just a little farther and we'll reach the summit. Hang in there a little longer."

"In the past, just making it to the summit left me breathless and exhausted, but now it isn't so hard even when I climb all the way up."

"Truly, I am proud of you. Isn't this all thanks to Kim Daebung, who risked his life to offer me the earnest advice to take care of your health?"

Even in the twenty-first century, a president's health is top-secret information.

It must be kept confidential just like various military facilities and diplomatic documents that are treated as classified for national security.

So security is tightened to prevent leaks not only about the president's chronic illnesses, but even something as minor as a mere cold...