“Y-yes, I am Choi Yeon-Ha.”0

Choi Yeon-Ha replied, despite not having regained her wits yet. All she wanted was to have some supper and go home, but the situation barreled along out of her control to end up here somehow.0

As she didn’t recognize the person before her eyes and didn’t know why he summoned her group here, all she could do was pay the utmost attention to the conversation and try to figure out the situation.0

At least she had managed to figure out two things so far. One was that the middle-aged man before her eyes was someone of incredible status.0

Did she reach that conclusion because he could afford to reserve this whole building? Or because other would-be patrons left without complaining once due to this man’s incredible power?0

If not, was it because she could sense this innate strength from how the man carried himself?0

The answer was none of the above.0

Choi Yeon-Ha thought of the Crimson King as someone incredible because of his attitude toward Kang Jin-Ho. She hadn’t been fully conscious of it until now, but everyone interacting with Kang Jin-Ho had this politeness and a hint of reluctance, maybe even fear, in their actions. But their attitudes seemed so natural that she hadn’t consciously noticed them.0

However, after witnessing the Crimson King’s attitude toward Kang Jin-Ho, what she thought of as “natural” began creaking noisily and morphed into something much more unnatural. Disharmonious....0