Party

I was sitting on the living room sofa early in the morning with the TV on.

The channel was, of course, fixed on the news.

“Everything’s ready for the recording, right?”

“Yes, yes. I’ve checked it at least five times already.”

Broker Uncle and Jung Manho were sitting beside me.

I had invited the two of them to celebrate this historic moment.

The three of us—or four, if you counted Chohogi too—were all wearing cone-shaped party hats.

The black mage and Sand Worm were excluded, since they couldn’t wear hats.

Chohogi seemed to like the new hat, beaming with a hand on its head.

“Do we really have to go this far?”...