Bisabeol wanted the three of them to become housemates.
“The three of us?”
“Yes. Three.”
“Me, Hunter Yoo Seongwoon, and surely not…”
“Precisely whom you suspect.”
Yoo Seongwoon nodded.
“Gio is included.”
“……”
Juhyeon, who had been organizing his belongings, pressed his lips tightly together. Yoo Seongwoon was certain that the words he swallowed had been either ‘Is he sane?’ or ‘He is clearly insane.’
But a powerless slave to capitalism could hardly defy his superior. Rather than assuring Juhyeon that he would extricate him from this madness, Yoo Seongwoon offered an apology encouraging resignation.
“I am ashamed that you have become entangled in our Guild Master’s greed.”
“No. I am certain he has some grand intention of which I remain unaware.”
Juhyeon wore an amiable smile at odds with his true thoughts and asked,
“Still, might you explain why he made such a decision?”
“Simply put, he hopes Gio’s Portrait will become acclimated to human life more quickly.”
“He wants Mr. Gio to become acclimated to human life?”
Rustle.
Juhyeon’s smile turned peculiar as he opened a cardboard box containing his belongings.
“…It is not my place to question it, but is that possible?”
“Gio himself possesses a powerful desire to do so, so it is not entirely impossible.”
“He is certainly extraordinarily skilled at imitating a human…”
“And he continually insists that he is human.”
“So he does not insist upon it only…