Dawn.
Mi Hyoran summoned me. No one else—just me.
As soon as I got the message, I followed the guide straight away. The place we arrived was the same one we’d come to earlier today.
“You’re here.”
The moment I arrived, Mi Hyoran greeted me. Well, not really “greeted”—I could feel a bit of a glare in her eyes.
“Sorry to call you at dawn.”
“You don’t look sorry.”
“It only looks that way.”
No, it doesn’t. She really doesn’t look sorry at all.
I wanted to call her on it, but I held back. This wasn’t the time for that kind of talk.
“So, why did you call me?”
At my question, Mi Hyoran crossed one leg over the other.
“I think we need to talk.”
“Talking is fine. What kind of talk is what matters.”
“Young Lord Baek.”
“Yes.”
“First, I’ll ask you this.”
A prickle. I turned my gaze. My dwindling Qi picked it up: a faint waft of fighting spirit.
“Where have you…