“Hmm…?”0

Kang Jin-Ho frowned slightly after taking a small sip of the coffee.0

Lee Hyeon-Su blinked his eyes and asked, “Sir? Is the coffee not to your liking?”0

“Mm,” Kang Jin-Ho nodded.0

That made Lee Hyeon-Su smile wryly. “Well, it’s to be expected, sir. The coffee beans you get here aren’t the same, after all.”0

“I figured the British drank good coffee, but this…”0

“That is a common misconception, sir. You see, South Korea is currently one of the leading countries in the world when it comes to coffee. Actually, you won’t find as many cafes per capita in other countries as in Korea.”2

“Is that so?”0

“Let’s not forget about your abnormally high standards as well, sir. You avoid drinking coffee that wasn’t brewed from the beans specifically brought in from your father's cafe, after all. We could even say it’s a matter of your personal preference.”0

Kang Jin-Ho silently nodded, then took another sip of the coffee.0

Meanwhile, the Master of the Round Table could only stare and listen at the two men’s conversation in pure stupefaction.0

‘Am I losing my mind?’0

If not, did he hear this right? Kang Jin-Ho and Lee Hyeon-Su were nonchalantly discussing coffee as if nothing had happened?0

Maybe the Master was the strange one here for finding this situation bizarre. After all, the topic of the conversation was not something inherently problematic.0

But the topic that did trouble the Master was how much Kang Jin-Ho had changed.0

‘Is this the same man who used nothing...0