Hwanghon hurriedly caught Na Joyeon as she clutched the back of her neck and fainted dead away.
After he shook her hard several times, Na Joyeon slowly blinked her dazed eyes.
“Where……? Where…… am I?”
“……! No, comrade! Hold on to yer senses! Our mission! Have ya forgotten that the only hope left to save the world is you and me?! Comradeee!”
“Guild Leader of Dawn……?”
“Yeah! It’s me! Ya recognize me?”
“Ugh…… Wh-What happened to me? I remember suffering such tremendous mental stress that my mind went completely blank, but after that……!”
“That’s enough! Forget it! Don’t go dredging up painful memories again!”
“I-I think I heard something absolutely horrifying……!”
Fwoosh! Pourrr…….
“…….”
“…….”
Still clinging to each other while delivering lines dramatic enough for a war movie, the man and woman creakily turned around.
“Ah.”
Hayan-sae, holding tea leaves in one hand and a kettle in the other, gave them a dignified nod.
“My apologies if I interrupted. Western food did not sit well with me. I’ll brew this quickly and clean up.”
Hwanghon’s lips trembled in horror.
“W-What the hell, you………