To Remain Human

“…It’s been a long time, Master.”

Like Huey, he was dressed in black, but.

Over it, he wore a thin black outer garment that reached down to his knees.

The old man, his white hair neatly swept back and tied,

stroked his long beard with one hand and glared at Huey.

“Cheon-yu.”

“Yes.”

Then he called Cheon-yu, who had been waiting stiffly outside the pavilion, in Gaon’s language.

“Now I understand why you’ve never had any luck.”

“…Elder. Please keep your mouth shut.”...