Seo Yiseo was genuinely suffering because of the recent situation.
The hell of seasickness worsened by the day.
It had become so miserable that she had even thought it might be better to crawl back into the torture chamber and hand control of her pain sensation over to the Holy Emperor again.
Worse still, the suffering showed absolutely no sign of ending.
No matter how long they sailed, the sea continued stretching endlessly onward.
The more waves she endured, the higher the waves that came crashing in afterward.
“Bleeuurgh! This damned seasickness! Why does it sway whenever I’m just starting to get used to it, and then sway again! It never stops swaying! Why! Why the hell does it keep doing this?!”
Under circumstances like these, even Cadmus was reluctant to switch bodies with her.
He had shut himself entirely inside Seo Yiseo’s comfortable mindscape.
And like some drunken kept man, he would occasionally shout at Seo Yiseo to bring him tteokbokki.
‘Grrr! You worthless bastard whose face is the only good thing about you!’
Seo Yiseo’s mind deteriorated more and more with each passing day.
Only when even the continued existence of the mindscape itself became endangered as a result did Cadmus finally lift his heavy backside.
[If it is truly that difficult, I suppose I could help you.]
[Ah! As expected of the great Mr. Cadmus! I always believed in you!]
Cadmus cleared his throat softly and looked down at…