A city wrapped in a golden mesh.
It was “magic” itself. Gyeon Jioh roused the dazed Na Jo-yeon with a flat tone.
“Get a grip. It’s not over yet.”
“Ah…! Y-Yes!”
“First thing—gonna trash that ‘Trickster’ punk.”
“Trickster? Who is that…?”
Na Jo-yeon looked bewildered.
Jioh landed on the nearest rooftop and flicked a glance to the side.
Someone else arrived at almost the same moment—a young man, with a white lion glowing mist-pale at his side.
“You can get the details from him.”
“Ah, Mr. Dohyun!”
Catching his ragged breath, Baek Dohyun straightened up at once.
“Mr. Jioh, if you disappear that suddenly…!”
“What was I supposed to do when our Dobby here called out for Lord Jio and just hurled herself off like Sim Cheong before the Dragon King? I’m a victim too.”
“Gasp! Hah, Jio-Jio-nim! If you put it like that, I sound like a total no-brainer.”
“Ms. Jo-yeon… you’re a public nuisance unto yourself.”
“Shut it! You’re a kkakdugi—couldn’t say a word of a foreign language, just trailed after Lord Jioh like deadweight!”
Deung Liwa’s “lily of the valley” metaphor was embarrassing in hindsight;…