The limits of what Gyeoul could tolerate extended no further and no less than exactly Gyeon Riok.
No one else was an exception.
And even that was only possible because, in the end, Gyeon Riok was a fragment that had originated from the source called Gyeon Jioh.
Yet even Gyeon Riok sometimes became unbearably irritating.
“…….”
Gyeoul propped his chin on one hand and stared at Gyeon Riok.
An imagining made familiar through thousands of repetitions.
He imagined tearing apart the deer his adorable lover treasured beyond reason, then chewing him up and swallowing him alive.
If he ate this bastard, he could at least possess half of Jio forever.
‘What a shame. Such a shame.’
But one could hardly choose everlasting hatred for the sake of a moment’s satisfaction.
He was not foolish in that way.
The Old God from Outside gathered every last scrap of his agonizing patience and folded away his sinister greed.
Then, as though nothing had happened, he answered Gyeon Riok, who was looking at him as if asking what he meant.
“That’s a…