“Uh, e-excuse me.”
Didn’t this whole thing clearly start from, “I was just an ordinary Hell-Joseon person and then—surprise—I’m actually from the DPRK?!”
After North-Korea-Jioh comes Non-Human-Jioh.
Came to check the family registry and… what is this? Identity crises slam into me like a storm; my head goes hazy.
Jioh stroked her chin as if grave.
‘Of course, it’s a fair and public truth known to all creation—and to all my friends around the globe—that this King Jioh is a beyond-human, top-tier powerhouse…’
“But if my species changes too, that’s way too much lore bloat.”
“Shh! Quiet! You’ll mix into their voices.”
Enough nonsense.
Scowling, Gyeon Geum-hee jabbed her elbow into Jioh’s side. Ow! Dropping to her knees, Non-Human-Jioh stared ahead as if none of that mattered.
The two men’s conversation continued.
“What’s got you so shocked?”
“What parent wouldn’t be shocked hearing their child isn’t human!”
Please. What’s so precious about “human.”
To one who had transcended across long years, the word didn’t land. Tilting his head, Beom shot back,
“Why? Or does that make it not your child?”
“…Watch your words. However she was born, she’s my…