Only now did he seem genuinely curious.
The gravity in his gaze was different from before.
But Jio wasn’t pleased in the slightest.
The eyes that had merely watched and admired her had only changed into an observant stare filled with wariness and interest.
There was still none of the affection she was supposed to receive.
Something Gyeon Jioh had never once imagined she could lose—something she had considered impossible even to picture being without—was gone without so much as a trace.
“If you knew who I was, you’d probably faint from shock that I quietly listened to this kind of bullshit.”
“That may not be easy… but try.”
“You asked who I am.”
“Yes.”
“I’m Gyeon Jioh.”
“…”
“Still doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?”
“…Hmm.”
“I wasn’t expecting it to. I know for certain now too.”
No more tears came.
Because she had realized he was no longer someone she could sulk at.
As her heart cooled, Jio’s face turned cold as well.
‘Honestly, I thought the whole amnesia-event thing was nothing.’
At the moment, she was under restrictions because of the [Task], but those were temporary anyway. The instant they were lifted, there were very few problems that Gyeon Jioh and Babel could not solve.
So…