‘Seriously, she was just as hopelessly straightforward when she was young.’
Good grief.
Child-Monk Jio clicked her tongue.
“Try venting once in a while. Don’t shake like some soldier with PTSD just because somebody read your mind once. At this rate, you’re really going to ruin your insides. I can’t even say what I came here to say because I’m scared you’ll faint. I’m hardly one to talk, but don’t you have any friends around you?”
“I do not.”
“Is that a brag?”
“It is not a brag. It is simply a fact. It is indisputably true that there is no one.”
Perhaps because she had continuously repeated her mind mantra ever since regaining her composure, her immovable calm quickly returned as well.
Answering with her usual composure, Hayan-sae quietly scrutinized the stranger before her.
Not a Divine Beast, not an inner demon, not the Buddha.
Then what was this being?
Why had she come to Hayan-sae?
As though answering those questions, Gyeon Jioh said,
“But it’s okay. You’ll have one soon. A friend.”
“……?”
“I…