A pair of men’s dress shoes.
Only one person would come and go in this neighborhood, into this house, wearing shoes this fine.
Broad, bold shoulders showed beyond the chair back. The voices at the dining table were quite warm and friendly.
“……So. Have you been taking your medicine properly? I told them to keep an eye on it after we talked.”
“Somehow I do feel better than before. Thank you, Deputy Guild Master. I’m always indebted to you like this. How am I to keep troubling such a busy man over and over?”
“I’d be hurt to hear you say that.”
“Oh my, is that so? Ah, the kids are here. Jioh, Riok, come greet him. The Deputy Guild Master is here.”
Beom looked back.
There was already the faintest trace of a smile at the corners of his eyes.
Exactly as that teasing expectation demanded, Jioh folded both hands primly over her navel.
The world-wise King Jioh was nowhere—she stood like a child out of Cheonghak-dong, perfectly polite.
“Hello, Deputy Guild Master.”
What a…