In the broad daylight of the busy street.

Choa looked at Yeonwoo with eyes sparkling to the point of being overwhelming.

“I’m really looking forward to it!”

In response to Yeonwoo’s request to teach her how to adorn herself like a woman, Choa, gladly accepting the request, spoke with an excited voice.

“Yeonwoo, your skin is fair, and your facial features are finely detailed and lovely. If you put on makeup, your face will undoubtedly radiate light!”

“Hehe. Is that so?”

Yeonwoo, unsure how to respond to Choa’s praise, awkwardly shifted her body. Such compliments were unfamiliar but not unwelcome.

At that moment, Choa’s gaze landed on the sword at Yeonwoo’s waist.

“Is that a sword you’re carrying on your side?”

To attend a gathering of women while carrying a sword was quite unusual, and Choa found it to be a strange combination.

“Oh, it’s just a habit… I feel incomplete without a sword.”

“Anyway, you can’t stop me.”

“Hehe.”

Now accustomed to the life of a soldier, Yeonwoo smiled proudly. “It would have been nice if I wore a skirt, but a man’s appearance is also fine. You can imagine it with your mind’s eye.”

Choa shrugged as if she didn’t care much.

Having an interest in dressing up, Choa had often adorned Sua. Teaching Yeonwoo how to dress up was not a difficult task for her.

Yeonwoo felt a sense of accomplishment in finding a person so adept at this skill.

“Having a lady like you is reassuring.”

“I’m fortunate to be able to help. Today, we’ll focus on accessories, cosmetics, and matching socks, alright?”

“Yes!”

“After that, I’ll teach you how to apply makeup. How does that sound?”

“That’s great!”

With Yeonwoo responding eagerly, Choa spoke spiritedly, straightening her back.

“Alright then. Today, just trust Jung Choa and follow me!”

Choa, like Yeonwoo, seemed excited, although she wasn’t buying anything herself. It was hard to understand what was so good about it.

In the now darkened, eclectic mansion of Min Sangju.

The candlelight in the love room illuminated his body.

Recently troubled by a new worry, Min Sangju closed the book he was reading.

Twenty years ago, midwife Park Myung-ok assisted in the birth of Heegyeong. Since discovering that she was still alive, he had searched all over the country, but she remained hidden, not even a strand of hair visible. If Park Myung-ok dared to mock him, not only would Heegyeong foam at the mouth, but Min Sangju w
The candlelight in the love room burned his body and illuminated the light.

Min Sangju, who was tormented by recent worries, closed the book he was reading. Twenty years ago, a female healer named Park Myung-ok assisted in the birth of Heegyeong.

After discovering that she was alive, Min Sangju mobilized people throughout the entire country, but she remained so well-hidden that not a single strand of hair was visible.

On days when Park Myung-ok’s mouth was even slightly disrespectful, Heegyeong would not only foam at the mouth but Min Sangju would also be in danger.

Frustrated by the lack of any news about her, he thought, “This is a big problem, a very big problem.”

At that moment, behind Min Sangju, Biyeong, wearing a mask, appeared.

No one noticed his entry into the love room with such agile movements.

“Don’t move.”

“!”

With a chilling voice and the sensation of a blade touching the back, Min Sangju’s body stiffened.

Even with several mansion guards, how did he manage to penetrate their strict security?

Min Sangju was convinced that the intruder with a sword pointed at the back of his head was no ordinary person.

His gaze slowly reached the dangling rope.

If the intruder pulled the rope when off guard, the mansion guards waiting nearby would immediately rush in.

However, Biyeong seemed to have read Min Sangju’s mind through the back of his head and issued a warning without hesitation.

“Any futile movement, and your arm will be severed instantly.”

“…….”

Seeing through his thoughts in an instant, Min Sangju broke into a cold sweat.

The opponent was not an ordinary martial artist but an expert in internal energy. Min Sangju must not underestimate him.

After swallowing dry saliva, Min Sangju cautiously parted his lips.

“What do you want?”

“To pay the price.”

A voice mixed with resentment and hatred was directed at Min Sangju.

“To pay for the innocent lives sacrificed at your hands.”

“…….”

Min Sangju didn’t miss the subtle trembling transmitted through Biyeong’s blade.

Although he might have entered this far by luck, seeing that the intruder couldn’t hide his emotional fluctuations, it was clear that he was an amateur.

If he could find a loophole, he could somehow escape from this crisis.

“…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Half of Min Sangju’s words were true, and half were false.

Many lives had been buried at Min Sangju’s hands to secure his current position.

Even if there were people with grudges, the number was so vast that he couldn’t determine whom the intruder was referring to.