Gio was not hurt by people’s fear of him.
‘They may find me frightening.’
Even before the Great Cataclysm, many people had been afraid of Seo Gio.
His facial muscles seemed to have regressed all by themselves and did not know how to smile. Since he did not particularly enjoy social activities, his sphere of activity was narrow as well. On top of that, Gio placed unusual importance on etiquette. In many respects, he was a difficult person with whom to build a casual friendship.
Perhaps for that reason, just when it seemed as though no one found him frightening anymore, someone inevitably did.
‘They said my atmosphere was frightening…’
He was always expressionless, tall and lanky, and invariably dressed in a black suit.
‘Black is an exceptionally convenient color to wear.’
It was a choice made from both personal taste and convenience, but more than one or two people had been intimidated by Gio’s appearance. He knew that he did not have an approachable impression.
“……”
Still, seeing someone fear him this much troubled even Gio.
“Are we nearly there?”
“Forgive me for causing you discomfort.”
“There is no need to apologize.”
Surely there was no need to react with such terror to the simple question, “How much farther do we have to go?” The Priest guiding him had not made a visible fuss, but the rigid steps and…