After hearing the story, Juhyeon spoke with a peculiar expression.
“…Wouldn’t it help if you softened your manner of speaking?”
“This is how I naturally speak. What can I do?”
“That’s precisely what you need to… do something about.”
Was this not what Juhyeon always said?
“These damned Divinities need to attend public-speaking classes.”
“I consider myself fairly eloquent.”
“You know that isn’t the problem. Whenever you speak, Gio, there’s always something vague and ominous about it. Regardless of whether your intentions are good or bad, it feels slightly unsettling.”
“Hmm. What about Giovanni?”
“You’re a little better as Giovanni, but even then, I wouldn’t call it ordinary or clear. All three Gios create a tremendous sense of distance through their speech.”
As Seo Gio, he felt like an ominous evil spirit clumsily imitating a human. As Giovanni, he felt like a sacred being born fundamentally different from humanity. Argio in particular went without saying.
“Why should Argio go without saying?”
“I refrained because I thought you’d pretend to be hurt if I told you.”
Argio truly felt like an Evil God.
‘Even I flinched considerably when we first met.’
It felt entirely different from Seo Gio’s ominous presence, which welled from a strange silence. The sweet voice sinking into his ears and brain was no different from a demon’s. The golden eyes holding him in their gaze belonged to a predator watching its prey, and made Juhyeon step back without realizing it.
‘The classic…