Then White Bird, who had been sitting beside them with his eyes closed, chided them mildly.
“Dawit, this is a public setting. Mind your language.”
“…Ah, damn. Sorry!”
“Haha, I don’t mind. It’s the High Elder’s first time at something like this, so it makes sense he’s nervous. And given the situation.”
At Jeong Gilgaon’s biting addendum, the two men’s expressions stiffened.
‘They’re both so transparent.’
White Bird was the lesser offender, but it was six of one, half a dozen of the other. Clicking his tongue, Jeong Gilgaon checked the watch on his wrist.
17:00 on the dot. The start of yushi (西時), when the sun sets and darkness spreads.
“Relax your faces. You’re not about to walk out, are you? By now the rescue operation should be getting underway.”
“Ugh, I’m going crazy. You’re sure we can really trust that four-eyes?”
“High Elder, be objective. Compared to us—who can’t do anything—the Director, who at least brought a plan, is more reliable, isn’t he? And trusting Hong Haeya was the King’s will.”
Choi Dawit turned in surprise.
“Jio?”
“You left out something important. The order…