“Queen Mother of the West’s… what?”
‘What, now I’m supposed to climb into someone else’s washbasin?’
“It’s not like we’re tiny and can be dismissed—why do they keep telling me to go ‘into’ things?”
Fresh off her escape from Ho Gaeok, Jioh scowled hard.
“Denied.”
“Right. When you go out of the cave, take the le—… huh?”
Deung Yohan, who’d been about to give a polite explanation, snapped his head around. Wh-what.
“You told me to state my terms!”
“I said ‘state them’—did I say I’d accept them? And normally when someone says, ‘Name your terms,’ the proper response is, ‘Oh my, the universe’s mightiest King Jio! How could a wretch like me dare! I shall obey at once!’ Isn’t that how it goes?”
‘What kind of power-tripping life has this Korean been living…’
“Yes. Precisely. By any measure, you’re the normal one.”
‘And what’s with this guy…?’
Watching the clearly unhinged Koreans, the Chinese man’s mouth fell open. In a world of one-eyed men, the two-eyed become the freaks, they say.
‘Don’t tell me… this is the secret to Korea’s Babel-era success? Being…