Derek’s mansion was luxurious compared to other residences in Anail. In its surroundings, flowers and trees harmoniously intermingled with one another, and fish created ripples as they swam. It was a beautiful sight that stood at the border between looking natural and artificial.0

Amidst it all was Derek, seated at a tea table, leisurely sipping his tea. Crockta thought it was a bizarre sight. The scene of a big shot of the underworld enjoying afternoon tea as if he were an aristocrat got on Crockta’s nerves. It was like seeing a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.0

Derek smiled as if he knew it as well and asked, “Do you have a sense of personal taste, young lad?”0

“Taste?” asked Crockta.0

“Yes, taste. Your own sense of beauty. Sit.”0

Crockta sat down opposite Derek.0

“I have clearly defined tastes. For example, there can’t be anything else there aside from yellow tulips,” said Derek as he pointed at the yellow tulips poking their heads out side by side above the green grass. He continued, “There are thirteen fish in that pond. Can’t have more or fewer than that.”0

“…”0

“I’m very specific about these things. All of these personal preferences make me who I am, and one ethic I have is that I must follow through with every contract. I don’t forgive anyone who violates them, and thanks to that, I was able to gain wealth and authority.”0

“What do you want to say?” asked Crockta disgruntledly.0

“My tastes have...0