Gio might live without thinking, but he was not stupid.
“……”
In fact, Gio’s mind worked all the faster when there was something he wanted.
Seo Gio did not want his homeland to grow any harsher. Giovanni did not want people to commit sins without even realizing it, and Argio did not want to engage in petty, cowardly behavior unworthy of a warrior.
“……”
How could he satisfy his own desires while preserving this precarious peace? How could things improve without becoming even worse? Gio suddenly recalled his memories from his time as a priest.
He remembered the information he had encountered when he went out into the world on Earth and the faces of the Heroes who had come to subjugate him. Because he was more than merely Seo Gio, he devised and discarded countless plans in an instant.
“…Yes.”
Soon, his lips moved.
“Good.”
He had devised a plan he liked.
“I think this will work.”
A clean plan without any burnt offerings whatsoever.
A satisfied smile fell across Gio’s face like a solar eclipse.
Meanwhile, Juhyeon…
“……”
Unlike the owner of the house, had a great many worries.
“…This is confusing.”
He had improved considerably compared to the beginning, but unlike his body, which grew more comfortable with each passing day, his mind had not. Juhyeon’s thoughts were in turmoil nearly every day, sometimes unraveling and sometimes tangling themselves anew.
Seated on the bed and gazing blankly beyond the terrace, Juhyeon murmured,
“Did he say we would skip lunch?”
Because their discussion had gone on for so long, it had taken place between breakfast and lunch. The Black Cloak had suggested they eat dinner next, saying that Juhyeon appeared to need time to digest, and Juhyeon had readily agreed.
“…Truly…”
As a Mystery, the Black Cloak was unlikely to experience digestive problems, so that decision must have been made entirely out of consideration for Juhyeon. Even in retrospect, he…