“Are you saying this old man lost?”
At my words, Cheolhyeol Buseon’s expression changed. He seemed puzzled that I spoke as if I were certain of his defeat.
“Why are you so sure?”
“Well.”
You’d think, with him claiming victory, I wouldn’t feel otherwise—but strangely, that’s exactly what I felt.
‘Paejon didn’t lose.’
Paejon did not fall. Looking at Cheolhyeol Buseon, that thought kept rising up.
“Hah. Is that your arrogant faith in your master? Fair enough. Biju is indeed a strong warrior. But—”
Fwoooooosh. Wind began to gather around Cheolhyeol Buseon.
“That doesn’t change reality, brat.”
“……”
“Tag is over. Which means it’s time to switch who’s ‘it.’”
Vmm—!! My chest vibrated. An instinctive surge of qi. My meridians swelled, and my body entered a state of tension.
“Go on then—run. With everything you’ve got.”
His sticky grin gave me chills.
I smiled back.
“If I give the vambrace back, will you let me go?”
“Ahahaha—”
Cheolhyeol Buseon burst out laughing at my line. Then, after a brief chuckle, his face went…