“Are you saying this old man lost?” At my words, Cheolhyeol Buseon’s expression changed. He seemed puzzled that I spoke as if I were certain of his defeat. “Why are you so sure?” “Well.” You’d think, with him claiming victory, I wouldn’t feel otherwise—but strangely, that’s exactly what I felt. ‘Paejon didn’t lose.’ Paejon did not fall. Looking at Cheolhyeol...
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