Morning came after my talk with Mi Hyoran. I’d spent the night awake, leaving that brief dawn conversation behind me.
“Are you up?”
Dokbong greeted me when she saw me. When I stepped outside, she was washing her face.
“You’re up early.”
“Ahaha… I couldn’t sleep well—the bed’s different, you know.”
Is that really why? I had the distinct feeling it wasn’t, but I didn’t press.
“Did you sleep well, Young Lord?”
“Yes, well enough.”
Honestly, I didn’t. Saying I slept would’ve been a lie. How was I supposed to sleep after hearing that?
“Young Lord Gu has become an Apostle.”
My father had become an Apostle, she said. I had to sit there in a daze for a long time after hearing it.
Should I have been relieved he wasn’t dead? Relief, my ass. How is that relief?
“I’m going to lose it.”
It would’ve been better if Mi Hyoran had been lying, but laughably, it didn’t feel like a lie.
When she claimed Father was dead, I’d felt with certainty…