The Fox Counseling Office had a cozy, warm atmosphere.
In front of the plaque that read, Today Closed, Director Ho was waiting for me at a table in the waiting-space that was like a corridor outside.
And the moment I greeted him politely and sat down across from him, the first thing I said was that.
“You’re saying… you want this processed as an industrial accident?”
“Yes.”
I pulled out the empty space where my right arm should have been and showed it proudly over the table.
“On my very first mission deployment with the Disaster Management Agency, a situation arose in which I had to cut off my arm.”
“……”
If Director Ho had any sense, he would remember what he had told me.
You’ll be more comfortable.
That he had introduced the spy role to me as safer work with better conditions.
But after being worked half to death at Baekilmong Co., Ltd. for over half a year and extracting A-grade solution twice, all four of my limbs had still been intact, and then three days after passing as an agent, I lost one.
‘That’s practically fraud.’
Of course, I had fully prepared for the possibility that he might try to frame it as a case of my own bad luck, or my own lack of ability, and—
“Oh no! Of course we have to handle that for you!”
“……!”
Director Ho looked stricken and nodded.
“You must have suffered greatly, Mr. Soleum. Then am I right in understanding that what you need right now is Baekilmong Co., Ltd.’s regeneration potion?”
“You are exactly right.”
“Well, naturally, I would love to give you as much potion as you want right this moment, Mr. Soleum. But… I’m worried whether you’d really be able to handle that.”
“…Pardon?”
Director Ho flicked a glance toward the empty place where…