“One thing is certain.”
Yoo Seongwoon stated his conclusion.
“Gio bore no malice.”
“What sort of narrow-minded statement is that from an overprotective parent defending his child, Curator Yoo Seongwoon?”
“Please don’t put it that way. You’re giving me chills.”
Yoo Seongwoon shuddered at Bisabeol’s thoughtless nonsense.
“You wouldn’t say anything so absurd with Gio standing in front of you.”
It was no easy task to act familiar before a presence of such distant, boundless stature.
Yoo Seongwoon could remain this composed only because he was a Gardener accustomed to the Source. There were still countless employees who could not utter a proper word even after meeting Gio.
Seeing Yoo Seongwoon’s reaction, Bisabeol asked in a suggestive tone.
“Are you sure I wouldn’t act this way in front of him?”
“…Damn it, just give up on ever meeting Gio. Understood?”
“How unfair. I bought Gio’s Portrait. I paid for it out of my own pocket.”
“Then I suggest you fix that personality of yours.”
That was the best course for the peace of humanity.
“Gio dislikes you, Guild Master.”
“What have I ever done…?”
“You’re overflowing with energy. Far too much of it.”
“Is that a crime?”
“Judging by the fact…