Around the time when noon had just passed.
After leaving the cell and moving my steps, the place I headed to was a particularly quiet space in the palace.
A place where a serene atmosphere is maintained with a few guards stationed.
It was also a place where the few physicians in the current North Sea were gathered.
Passing through there, I arrived at one place and opened the door to enter.
Kkiiik.
Turning the old door handle, a familiar face is visible inside.
Perhaps she was in the middle of eating, Namgung Bi-ah was putting something into her mouth.
She looks at me and says.
“…Hel…lo….”
“Finish eating first and then speak.”
The slurred pronunciation was somewhat amusing.
Hearing my words, while Namgung Bi-ah is mumbling and chewing her food.
“Well, you should say words like that after swallowing what’s in your mouth. Isn’t that basic etiquette learned in the clan? Keuk. Right?”
A middle-aged man subtly interrupts from the side.
Looking at him, I said with a furrowed brow.
“Why are you burping in the middle of speaking.”
Isn’t that completely lacking justification to discuss etiquette?
“Hehe. Sorry. Indigestion? Perhaps?”
I let out a sigh seeing the middle-aged man trying to slickly brush it off.
The attitude that doesn’t match that smug face still felt distant.
White hair resembling Namgung Bi-ah’s blue eyes, the distinctive features representing that surname are all imbued in the man.
The Wudang Weirdo Namgung Hyung.
The one-armed man was smiling there.
Looking at him, I asked.
“How is your body?”
“As you can see, I’m fine.”
“If judging by looks, you don’t look fine at all.”
The weirdo lost an arm and was in a…