And so, Yoo Seongwoon met Jeong Haewoon.
“……”
“Gardener Yoo Seongwoon?”
“Ah, yes.”
Why?
‘Has my life been cursed?’
It had been only twenty-eight hours since he enshrined in his home the precious work his precious Portrait had painted for him.
He had been preparing himself to suggest they “visit the snowfield together” as soon as he finished his urgent work, only for a being he could never have imagined, much less prepared himself for, to come looking for him.
“May I ask why Guild Master Jeong Haewoon has come to see me?”
“This was far too sudden a visit, as expected. My apologies.”
Gardener Jeong Haewoon apologized with an embarrassed expression. True to his reputation, his manner was warm and courteous.
“This may be a truly unworthy thing to say, but I would prefer not to encounter Guild Master Bisabeol if at all possible….”
“I understand.”
The Symbols of Eternity and Bisabeol certainly had a poor relationship. Even Yoo Seongwoon thought his Guild Master enjoyed life far too much. He enjoyed it to an almost precarious degree. It made sense that the Symbols of Eternity, who guarded Earth, would find him distasteful.
‘No matter how rose-tinted my glasses are, wrong is still wrong.’
When conflict arose between the Collector and anyone else, there was a ninety-six-percent chance that Bisabeol was the problem. Yoo Seongwoon could not ignore that data. But there was another reason he was so bewildered.
Yoo Seongwoon looked around.
“…Did we have to meet in a Dungeon, of all places?”
“I regret that I could not receive you in an atmospheric café or a tidy reception room, but there is also no place more convenient than a Dungeon for two Gardeners to converse.”
“I understand what you mean by that as well.”
Gardeners were sensitive to Mystery. Once they reached a sufficiently high rank, there were times when they felt more comfortable inside Mystery than…