Disciple?
My face twisted at Cheolhyeol Buseon’s words. What the hell is he saying out of nowhere?
“Did I just hear that wrong?”
I must have misheard. Thinking that, I asked again.
“No, you heard right. Literally. Do you have any intention of becoming my disciple?”
“……”
It seemed I’d heard him correctly. I scratched my cheek. What am I supposed to do with this crazy talk? Me, a disciple?
“…By any chance.”
Have you lost your mind? I almost asked that, then swallowed it. No matter what, saying that out loud would cost me my life.
“I’m not crazy.”
“…Oh.”
I let out an involuntary sound of admiration. He’s pretty quick on the uptake, huh?
“Huh? Look at this brat.”
Ah.
I was caught admiring him, and an awkward feeling brushed past. But Cheolhyeol Buseon just kept laughing as if something pleased him.
“As expected, you’re the perfect fit.”
“A perfect fit for what?”
“To be my disciple.”
“……”
A sigh almost burst out. Why the hell is everyone giving me grief? That thought…