Pixie Powder. Jun-hwan’s face became even more solemn at the mention of that word. He put more strength into his fist, which he had placed politely on his knee.

“Hunter-nim, Dr. Plant has informed me. …Pixie Powder. Yura obtained it for you.”

“Ah.”

Suddenly, Eunha’s face turned awkward. She had checked internet articles and community posts related to it until she became troubled before watching TV.

“Even she had to answer my questions until the end, saying that Yura saved it for me. There won’t be any leaks about this outside. I swear my life and the legion together. However, I came here rudely because there’s one thing I’d like to ask.”

“What is it?”

As Eunha asked, Jun-hwan hesitated, closing his mouth. Eventually, when his voice resumed, it was faintly trembling.

“Why did you go to such lengths?”

“……. ”
“No, so what I mean is… about the reason you spent such a large amount, I just couldn’t…”

…I’m sorry.

Junhwan closed his mouth. As if unsure of how to bring up what to say or in what manner, he bit his lower lip.

“As you know, Master is in critical condition… it seems difficult to repay the debt right away. If you give us a little more time, we will eventually…”

“No.”

…? Junhwan raised his head. Eunha opened her mouth calmly.

“It’s not necessary. This is not a debt.”

“Yes? But…”

“I said it’s a family.”

Eunha stared straight at Junhwan. He, too, was looking at Eunha. When their eyes met, Eunha smiled silently. Then, she stood up slowly, dragging her chair.

“Enough of that talk. Would you like something to drink?”

There’s carbonated drinks and canned coffee. Or maybe beer? Eunha said, rummaging through the inside of the refrigerator. There was no response from Junhwan.

Eunha, holding two suitable drinks in her hands, closed the refrigerator door and turned around.

“…?”

Thump.

Suddenly, Junhwan knelt on the living room floor.

“Thank you…”

Holding two drinks in both hands, Junhwan, frozen, faced Eunha and gently pressed his forehead against the floor. Eunha, who had been quietly observing the back of his head, smiled slightly and then stood up.

“Lucky for me, I had enough money, and there was something I needed urgently from the person who said she was family.”

A quiet remark followed.

“I just went and got it.”

“…”

Junhwan, who was lying on the floor, raised his head blankly. Two gazes intersected in the air.

Junhwan got up slowly, but without any hesitation or wavering.

“…Our legion will never forget your kindness.”

Finally back in his place, Junhwan, in front of Eunha, once again bowed his head. This time, it wasn’t deep. A simple salute.

However, the gaze that reappeared was free of the guilt or anxiety from before.

“Yura, no, Princess of Dark Flame. On behalf of our legion, I swear an oath of 60,000 troops to you.”

“Oath?”

“Yes.”

He raised the clenched fist to the left side of his chest.

“From this moment on, our legion swears that we will never hesitate to be your sword, an oath.”

“I bought a lot today too.”

Je-hwi wiped the sweat on his forehead as he took the luggage out of the trunk. It was on the way back from grocery shopping.

“For a while, I might be better off doing the shopping alone. It would be troublesome if something like today happens again, wouldn’t it?”

Je-hwi shook his head as if he had a headache. It was embarrassing because there were people who recognized Eunha at every store they went to. As a result, shopping took more than three hours.
Most people looked at Eunha from a distance and whispered, but a few approached directly, asking questions like whether she was the Dark Flame Princess, whether she had really competed with the Heavenly Emperor, or if they could take a picture, following her around throughout the shopping. The hat Eunha tightly pressed down ultimately proved to be of little use.

If that was all, it would have been better.

Some groups, considering the rapid technological advancement, even shared Eunha’s activities on social media.

In reality, on the way out after shopping, there were people who looked like reporters gathered in front of the mart. If they had been a little late, they might have bumped into them helplessly.

“Anyway, those ghost-like guys. Phew, they must have been waiting like hungry hyenas 24/7.”

“That’s right.”

“Anyway, thank you very much. Whether I go to the mart in the next neighborhood or go shopping alone, I’ll have to think of some way next time.”

While waiting for the elevator, Je-hwi sighed as if he was fed up.

“Wait a moment.”

It seemed like Eunha remembered something. She momentarily set the baggage on the floor and headed towards the mailboxes. It was time to pay the management fee.

Now, this studio apartment was under Eunha’s, precisely, ‘Iyura’s name, so starting from this month, she had to transfer the money herself.

When she opened the mailbox, there were two or three white envelopes. One was the management fee bill, another was insurance advertisement, and the remaining one…

“Hunter-nim, the elevator has arrived.”

“…”

“Uh? Hunter-nim?”

Je-hwi, who was holding the elevator, approached Eunha with a curious look.

“What’s the matter?”

“…This.”

Eunha mumbled quietly without taking her eyes off the envelope in her hand.

Amidst the white envelopes, a conspicuously red one stood out. Under the butterfly-shaped gold decoration, the writing ‘TO. Dark Flame Princess’ was clear.

“Could it be a fan letter?”

“How do they know my address?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Doubt lingered in the eyes of both.

Although Dark Flame Princess has recently gained attention from netizens, leaking her home address seemed unlikely.

“If it feels uncomfortable, how about just throwing it away? No, it might be better to check the contents first.”

Je-hwi murmured beside her. Eunha slowly flipped the envelope to check the back. And at that moment,

“…Oops!”

Je-hwi’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. Eunha, too, froze stiff.

Unexpectedly, on the back of the envelope, there was writing they hadn’t anticipated.