The Uninvited Guest and the genuine Liqueur

“You talk to the Customer. I’ll get ready to welcome him.”

Sey said that and pulled out a black liqueur bottle with German writing from the kitchen display cabinet.

As far as I knew, that was one of Sey’s liquor collections - a genuine article, not synthetic liquor.

What exactly was the situation, and what was she thinking?

Sey’s attitude of opening the door for the uninvited guest who had come right up to the house door and numbly telling him to come in was mixed with a sense of alienation that was hard to describe in words.

It felt like the Sey I knew, yet at the same time, it felt like I was seeing a completely new, unknown side of her.

[Uh-huh-huh, it must have been an unexpected visit, but to be welcomed so warmly, I don’t know what to do with myself from the overwhelming gratitude! Thank you, you two.]

But honestly, this wasn’t the time to worry about Sey. I have my own problems right now.

I forced a smile and welcomed the Machine Monk as he awkwardly shuffled in. While explaining something to him as he marveled at the size and neat interior design of the penthouse, I found my mind was entirely elsewhere.

'Shaolin Monk…'...