At that time.
Seoul Branch 21, the research institute that managed the Evil God Sancalute.
“Lord Sancalute?”
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“O-oh, God? Why have your colors grown so listless…?”
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“Lord Sancalute…!”
He had planned to ask the summoner to take him home in exchange for granting the wish.
Sancalute, who had been thrilled at the thought of returning to his homeland, became dejected.
“Is this truly enough?”
After handing over Sancalute’s mark, Juhyeon asked with a dubious expression.
“I’ve eaten and drunk a great deal here.”
“I treated you for my own selfish pleasure. This is more than enough repayment.”
The black-haired Black Cloak smiled gently.
“What a splendid jewel.”
“…Though it isn’t a real jewel.”
“You said it was the mark of an Evil God named Sancalute, did you not?”
“Yes. It’s a medium that allows one to communicate with him.”
“There is a geometric pattern inside it. Did you engrave it yourself?”
“I did. It’s the first one I’ve made, so it’s rather clumsy.”
“Clumsy?”
The Black Cloak exclaimed as though deeply impressed.
“I can see that your talent is remarkable, Mr. Juhyeon.”
“It’s embarrassing to hear you say so.”
“The pattern is extraordinarily small, yet every necessary word has been engraved within it.”
“Ha ha…”
It left him with a peculiar feeling.
‘I never expected anyone to praise…