Jeong Haewoon was an unstable person.
He knew it himself. He hated and distrusted a great many things. Exceptions had come about somehow, but even now that he had become one of the “Symbols of Eternity,” that disposition had not changed.
He was wary not only of people, but of every being with whom he was capable of interacting.
Being that sort of person, Jeong Haewoon could not trust “Teacher.”
“……”
“It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time, Hunter Jeong Haewoon.”
Looking at the pure-white Priest in the black cloak, Jeong Haewoon smiled broadly.
“Beginning our conversation with a lie suggests you have the makings of an Evil God.”
“I am pleased to see you looking healthy.”
“Is it always this impossible to communicate with you?”
In that regard, he certainly resembled a being of the Source. They appeared to be interacting, but this was not actual interaction. The other being was merely a Mystery imitating a human. A Mystery with a somewhat greater store of information.
‘No different from artificial intelligence moving according to its programming.’
Consequently, it would not be influenced by something as insignificant as Jeong Haewoon’s words. That was why it produced such incongruous answers. After all, drawing an answer from the other party plainly counted as “exerting influence” as well.
‘Was Yoo Seongwoon the current Collectors’ Curator responsible for this being?’
It seemed he would have to contact him whenever he found the time.
“Hmm, well….”
Jeong Haewoon maintained his polished smile.
“I heard our dear brother was terribly eager to see me. Is that true?”
“Ugh, disgusting.”
“……”
Even he had not expected that.
“…I must have misheard you, correct?”
“…I apologize. Did that hurt you? It was not my intention.”
“It didn’t particularly hurt me.”
No, to be honest, it had been a little unpleasant.
‘It’s rare for a being of the Source to call a human disgusting.’
That was…