Both Ma Jong-Goo and Park Kyung-Soo were at a loss for words. Ha Jae-Gun sprung the question at them while they were still looking for the right time to bring up the topic.

“Ahaha… Actually…” Ma Jong-Goo said ambiguously while glancing at Park Kyung-Soo.

Park Kyung-Soo took the hint. He twirled his fingers nervously and spoke, “I-it’s not exactly like that. We’re also here to thank you for completing Wizard of Pezellon with 14 volumes, and it was also selling very well. Mm… We thought it’d be great if you could continue working using the deer antlers—Oh no, I’m sorry. That’s not it. Yeah, that’s not it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Pardon?”

“Deputy Park, you said ‘that’s not it,’ didn’t you? It’s fine as long as I enjoy the deer antlers with gratitude, right? I’ll take care of myself while writing the novels I like. That’s all, right?”

“No, that’s not all. Writer—” Park Kyung-Soo got so embarrassed and confused that he stopped talking, and his mind even turned blank.

Ha Jae-Gun smiled mischievously and said, “I’m just joking.”

“Hahahaha… My, to think that Writer Ha would also make jokes like that. I thought you would send us away. Ahahaha,” Ma Jong-Goo said as he broke out into a cold sweat.

As the tension softened, Ha Jae-Gun’s vision slowly turned toward the...