Siwoo, who was covered with the blanket, looked at Il-seok with round eyes as if asking what he meant. Il-seok, with a soft smile, stroked Siwoo’s head.

“I think it’s fortunate that Master can express what you dislike. Isn’t it a good thing that you can say you don’t like it?”

“…”

Without saying anything in front of him, Siwoo buried himself entirely under the blanket.

In fact, he wanted to say thank you. Thank you for not scolding me. Thank you for buying me food. Thank you for blowing on the hot food for me. Thank you for staying by my side until bedtime, thank you.
However, his mouth didn’t move easily.

I must say it tomorrow when I wake up.

Yes, when I wake up tomorrow…

“…”

He opened his eyes smoothly. The sunlight breaking through the curtains was dazzling. It seemed to be morning already.

The hand that absentmindedly tried to sweep his hair stopped in mid-air. A large and well-developed hand. It was no longer that of a boy.

When he slowly raised his upper body, his reflection in the wall mirror came into view.

The small boy had grown into a handsome adult. That’s how much time had passed.

It had been years since Il-seok left Siwoo.

On that morning, Il-seok, who promised to stay by Siwoo’s side, hid his appearance. Siwoo thought he had gone to do something else.

However, even after more than ten years, Il-seok had not appeared in front of Siwoo.

When asked the mansion staff and guild members, they simply said he had gone on a business trip for a while. At that time, young Siwoo believed only that.

“But.”

Even after one year and two years, Il-seok did not return.

Doubtful Siwoo constantly inquired about Il-seok’s whereabouts. And as a result, Siwoo finally learned that Il-seok had died in a traffic accident. It was such a big accident that not even the body remained intact.

It was a story that was not funny at all.

“Sigh.”

Siwoo, who got up from the bed, left the hospital room. He wanted to get some fresh air.

‘Why did I have such a dream all of a sudden?’

Walking briskly down the corridor, Siwoo wrinkled his face. Was it because he heard the contract termination declaration from Eunha yesterday? If so, it seemed that even dreams that he hadn’t had before appeared.

‘You’ve been a great help to me. Both the office and Manager Park. I don’t want to cause any more harm.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll somehow compensate for the penalty.’

Stop.

Siwoo, who stopped walking, stood there for a while like a statue.

First, he had to check the contract. After clearly recalling the detailed contract terms, it would be appropriate to have a serious talk with Eunha again.

The contract was stored in Siwoo’s room. It would be faster to ask Je-hwi to bring it. Siwoo took out his cellphone absentmindedly.

Rrrr…….

“The customer is not answering, connecting to the voice mailbox──.”

He’s not answering.

He tried calling a few more times, but there was no response.

It was strange. Even if he was busy, Je-hwi always picked up the phone. Especially after the Busan incident, Je-hwi had been paying more attention to calls.

There was no other choice. He decided to postpone the reprimand and send a message first.

But unbelievably, even after an hour and then two hours, the number 1 next to the message did not disappear.

“Tsk.”

In the end, Siwoo decided to go to the mansion himself.

From the hospital to the mansion, it was faster than he thought if he stepped on the accelerator.

“Young Master?”
Upon arriving at the mansion, the servant who was cleaning around the entrance widened his eyes. For some reason, he seemed very surprised.

“Wh-Why are you here…”

“Is it strange for me to come to my own house?”

Siwoo asked while taking off his shoes. The servant, sweating profusely, began to watch him closely.

“Oh, no. I-I heard you were staying at the hospital for a while…”

“I have something to pick up briefly. I’ll be back in a moment—.”

That’s when it happened.

Siwoo, about to speak, suddenly wrinkled his nose.

“The smell of blood.”

The strong scent of blood reached his nostrils. It wasn’t a smell coming from far away. This was… from underground.

“Who is in the basement?”

“Ah.”

The servant closed his mouth as if flustered.

The only time the mansion had such a strong smell of blood was when Siwoo’s training took place in the basement. But, of course, Siwoo wasn’t training right now.

Siwoo passed by the servant and briskly headed downstairs.

“Y-Young Master!”

The servant tried desperately to stop Siwoo, but it was futile. Siwoo had to find out the cause of this smell of blood.

As he descended the long stairs and stood in the corridor.

“…Disgusting!”

A shout from someone reached his ears. Siwoo, who had stopped walking, slowly raised his gaze.

“What do you know about the CEO to talk recklessly!”

It was Je-hwi’s voice.

“It wouldn’t be about something we don’t know.”

And the two people standing opposite Je-hwi were undoubtedly familiar.

A-class Hunter raised by the Wolf Guild, Min-guk Lee, and the Taoist Wizard, Jin-cheol Yong.