Meanwhile, Kang Seodam was not the only person suffering a headache because of “Mr. Seo Gio.”
“……”
“What’s wrong, Ruda?”
“…Uh….”
There was also Iruda, Kang Seodam’s student and a novice priest.
“It’s because of the gift I received last time.”
“Oh, the one Gio Hyung gave you? That flower?”
“Yes. The dried flower.”
“Didn’t he say it was medicinal? You said you like taking medicine. Can’t you just eat it?”
“…That would be the simplest solution, but no matter how I look at it, this is no ordinary medicinal ingredient….”
None other than the Goddess of the Sun herself had cast her gaze upon it.
‘And that subtle greed I felt from the divinity at the time….’
It was exceedingly rare in itself for a divinity to covet a human possession. Yet the one to reveal that desire this time had been the Goddess of the Sun, who loved the natural course of fate and pure innocence.
‘She is not one to covet anything in the first place.’
For such a divinity to firmly prod the side of Iruda, an insignificant novice priest, was truly absurd.
“How did it come to this?”
“What’s the problem?”
“I think I received a gift far too precious for me.”
Fearing that the situation might grow far beyond anything he imagined, Iruda had not told Cha Yisol about his confusion. But today, he had reached his…