Fortunately, Masain quickly lifted the spirits of the sulking twins.
After lunch, during the long-awaited embroidery time, he discreetly handed two pouches embroidered with pretty patterns to Herna and Gades.
He said he made them in his spare time whenever he had a moment.
“Is this really for us?”
“Didn’t you make it for yourself, hyungnim?”
“I have my own. Up until now, you two were the only ones without an ‘Inspiration Pouch.’”
…The term “Inspiration Pouch” is becoming a proper noun.
In any case, the twins seemed to like the gift quite a bit. They both stroked the embroidery on the pouches with identical movements.
“The petals are so pretty! Did you really embroider all of this, Masain orabeoni?”
“The stitching is delicate. Masain hyungnim is good at this too?”
Indeed. Surprisingly, Sir Masain had exceptional dexterity.
He learned so quickly that even Mirabel, who taught him embroidery, was amazed.
What was even more remarkable was that since he started embroidery as a hobby, he seemed to have gained a sense of mental composure.
“Focusing on each stitch somehow feels like mental cultivation. It calms my mind naturally and allows me to observe myself with serenity,” he said.
Seongjin nodded absentmindedly as he looked at Masain’s serene face. He knew well how anxious Masain had been, pushing himself hard in training right after returning…