I told Ho Yuwon, honestly and without leaving anything out, everything I had experienced on the surface of Segwang Special City.
About the repeating May 4.
About what had happened, and what kind of being the counseling teacher I met had been.
About what that person had gone through.
“……”
As the story poured out, Ho Yuwon sat silently on the sofa and listened to it all….
At first, he seemed confused, as though he did not understand why he had accepted my handshake, or why he had even sat down on the sofa in the first place, but as the story went on, that confusion was pushed aside and disappeared.
As though it had all been swept away by the flood of truth he had longed for so desperately.
[But will that plague really trust our friend’s words so easily? Suspicion may yet take root and lead him to a crafty conclusion.]
[Or what about the possibility that he may end up hindering Mr. Roe Deer’s plan instead?]
…I didn’t know.
But this felt right.
Ho Yuwon might bear responsibility for the things he had done as a director of Baekilmong Co., Ltd., but if so, then by the same logic he also had the right to hear about what had happened in Segwang Special City.
The right to properly know both what he had done, and what had been done to him.
“…And so, I came outside together with you.”
“……”
After the truth had been poured out, a thick, dense silence flowed into its place.
“Teacher?”
“I see.”
Ho Yuwon’s mouth slowly opened.
“So it was Director Cheong….”
“……”
“So all this time, I had been living together with the one most responsible for…