“Seriously, the more I think about it, isn’t that a completely fucking absurd thing to say? You’ve got all four limbs intact and you’re as tall as a utility pole, so what do you mean, ‘master’? Pervert. Don’t you have a sense of self?”
“Ah. Is that so? It’s fine when you’re the master?”
“This sovereign is the master of the world, Jioh.”
Her utterly serious expression was shameless beyond belief.
Beom let Jioh’s nonsense go in one ear and out the other with practiced ease. In any case.
“It was an analogy. The point is, it’s not as though there’s no way for me to become bound to someone other than you.”
“……How?”
“Do I really have to tell you that too?”
“There isn’t one, right? Mm-hmm~ There’s no such method, right? It doesn’t make sense. You’re saying you’d bow your head to someone besides me? You?”
“Stop acting like a child. Not every bond in the world requires one party to bow to the other.”
Beom thought for a moment. He pressed the fingers holding his cigarette against his temple.
‘I truly…