Yeongryeong (英靈).
A butterfly that suddenly appeared introduced itself as Yeongryeong.
It was an out-of-the-blue entrance.
To get caught the moment I stepped inside—my brow knit on its own at the awkward turn of events.
What do I do? Should I go back out?
A dilemma sprouted. Or, if I remove this butterfly, could I just move on?
‘…Not a chance.’
You could tell at a glance. This wasn’t the main body.
It was right to assume they went out of their way to send it, using something else to speak to me.
‘Then that means… they noticed the intrusion the instant I arrived?’
Or did they sense it the moment I touched the sorcery and send this?
I had two guesses, but none of that mattered right now.
What mattered was—
‘Is this butterfly an enemy?’
Or not an enemy.
Only that mattered.
“Yeongryeong, you say?”
“That is correct, O exalted one.”
“…Uh.”
What was I supposed to say? The words to pull out didn’t come to me for a second.
Then I cleared my throat and spoke to Yeongryeong.
“…Sorry for barging in unannounced. I’ve got…