Home.
Destination.
The reason I wanted to win a Wish Ticket.
I often called that intense desire to escape this world and return to the place where I had originally lived by a shorter name.
‘I want to go home.’
…Only inwardly!
That private circumstance of mine, something I had never gone around saying out loud, had suddenly popped up in the middle of an interrogation.
‘Where is my home?’
I forcibly relaxed my hand so I wouldn’t grab the chair.
I must not lie.
“Why are you suddenly asking me that?”
“…I heard that you consider home important.”
From who exactly? No….
…….
I remembered.
-Then what wish are you trying to fulfill like this?
-Going home.
Agent Choi must have told him.
I recalled that hellish night when I encountered Director Ho in the taxi.
And the conversation I had with Agent Choi afterward too.
“……”
Home.
So that much had been judged to be a personal conversation unrelated to me being a spy.
‘Even so, why would he deliberately try to bring it up out loud?’
Wasn’t that dangerous?
And it changed nothing for Agent Bronze to know it.
I steered the conversation away.
“Would it be enough if I told you where I commute from?”
“No. That isn’t a home, is it?”
…!
Agent Bronze looked at me in silence.
“We know that you’ve been staying at a motel.”
“……”
“We’ve also already confirmed that…