“……”
After a long, rigid silence, Deung Riwa shot the interpreter a razor-edged glare.
“[Did you translate that correctly?]”
“[W-well……]”
“[Do it properly!]”
“[It’s correct, Daegyo.]”
Snap—Deung Riwa’s head turned.
It was Na Jo-yeon, seated beside Gyeon Riok as the interpreter. In flawless Standard Chinese with perfect tones, she repeated:
“[What you understood is exactly right. The Yellow Sea’s Kraken was already dealt with by our ‘Korea’ on the way here.]”
Strictly speaking, it was our King who did it.
She thought of Jioh’s grumbling—that since he couldn’t understand Chinese, he’d come mumbling only the word he’d learned from the group, “Hánguó.” Na Jo-yeon touched the corner of her mouth to hide a smile.
Beside her, Gyeon Riok cocked his chin, skewed with interest. How curious.
“I recall your side was the first to send a notice warning of a potential monster appearance. So why are you surprised?”
Was it that they hadn’t expected we’d run into it? Or……
“Do you perhaps have no idea what’s happening in your own country?”
“Watch…