“Constraint, you say?”

Kang Jin-Ho nodded. “Yes.”

Hwang Jeong-Hu looked confused as he stared at Kang Jin-Ho. “What do you mean by constraint? Are you suggesting my stance on trying to live righteously is wrong?”

Kang Jin-Ho sighed in frustration and shook his head. “It feels like I'm repeating myself again. No, Chairman, I'm not saying you're wrong. No one in this world would dare to call your way of life wrong or incorrect. Your life so far has been more straight-arrow than anyone, and I'm sure you'll continue to live that way into the future, too.”

“So? What's the problem, then?”

“This is why it's gotten harder for you. And lonelier, too.”

Hwang Jeong-Hu clamped his mouth shut, unable to argue back. Kang Jin-Ho had accurately pointed out Hwang Jeong-Hu's issues once more.

There were thousands of things Hwang Jeong-Hu wanted to say swimming in his head, but he couldn't voice a single one. The weight of what Kang Jin-Ho had said was too heavy for him to do that.

“Humans can't keep living on while sticking only to the righteous paths, Chairman. Since we can't do that, those who can are often referred to as saints.”

“Huh. Sounds oddly like a devil is trying to seduce me here. And this role, it kind of suits you rather well... Did you know that?” Hwang Jeong-Hu coughed sheepishly and tried to sneakily change the subject.

It didn't work on Kang Jin-Ho,...