“Hey now, ye look a tad suspicious, ya do.”
“Isn’t this that kid from earlier?”—a shoulder seized before she could slip away.
Inside the banquet hall.
Unlike in the suite a little while ago, Jonathan Park, now in a suit, leaned his face toward Jioh.
Timothy wasn’t in sight yet. Affecting nonchalance, Jioh activated her brazen, poker-face trait.
“What about me?”
“……No, it’s strange. The more I look, the more I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere. You look oddly familiar.”
“Eh? No way. I’m a street-urchin orphan beggar outcast with literally zero acquaintances on this earth.”
S—sorry, family.
Her honest nature mixed with her poker-face trait, striking a discordant chord.
She felt a twinge of self-reproach, but since things were already botched, Jioh decided to brazen it out.
“They say a stone tossed without thinking bursts a frog. Wow, damn. So if you’re a hotshot guild ranker, is…