The beginning of the incident goes back a few days.
A day when he’d successfully finished a date with the youngest. That night, after Gyeon Riok returned home late and he’d filled the remaining Three Commandments and was leisurely enjoying some peace—
As if to scold the tyrant drunk on well-fed tranquility and forgetting reality, the iron mace of the Jade Emperor of the Gyeon household came crashing down.
「…I’m dying of frustration. I can’t stand watching her loaf around at home every day like some pathetic unemployed bum.」
Past midnight.
The living room sunk in darkness.
Gyeon Jioh, who had been secretly picking out the pieces of pork from the kimchi stew in the kitchen and was tiptoeing back to his room, came to an abrupt halt.
The voice came from the master bedroom.
Yellow light leaked through the crack in the door.
Something… felt unbelievably sketchy.
Jioh’s brain, sharp as befits a magician, spun up.
‘In this house, the only subject that can take the modifier “pathetic…