“Was he a foreigner?”
“Hm?”
Yoo Seongwoon responded to Gio’s words.
“What do you mean?”
They were returning after the first day’s briefing and parting from the Cha family. At Gio’s abrupt murmur, Yoo Seongwoon tilted his head, unable to understand exactly what Gio meant.
“A foreigner?”
“The blond Priest we saw at the initiation briefing, for example….”
“Ah, I wondered what you meant.”
Gio was rigidly old-fashioned in strange respects. He possessed antiquated knowledge like a grandfather and apparently worried that he had unknowingly been racist.
This despite his unfailingly courteous and gentlemanly behavior. He worried about the strangest things.
“He is probably Korean too. His appearance differed somewhat from a traditional Korean’s, so you became confused, right?”
“So he was Korean. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his bone structure differed from the Koreans I know, so I thought he might be a Western foreigner. Was that an offensive thought?”
“It is somewhat old-fashioned.”
“I will take care.”
“You remained trapped inside a frame, so not knowing is unavoidable.”
Furthermore, distinguishing human nationalities was probably somewhat difficult from the perspective of a being of the Source. It was like an ordinary human without specialized knowledge trying to distinguish every species…