At a company’s warehouse in Seoul.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud… 

Han-Yeol was in a discussion with a man when someone suddenly approached him.

"Han-Yeol-nim."

"Ah, Purva."

It was the Gurkha Mercenary in charge of the security of both Han-Yeol and his mansion. Most people would have the stereotype that soldiers were not that smart, but the Gurkha Mercenaries were elites in Nepalese society, and most of them were quite intelligent.

Purva was fluent in both Nepalese and English, and he was currently learning Korean as well. He had dedicated himself to learning Korean after hearing that his job would become extremely stable if he spoke the language, and he had been reducing his sleep every night just so he could study.

"A letter came to the mansion. Albert told me to bring it to you," Purva said.

His pronunciation and grammar were a bit awkward, but it was more than enough for him to convey what he wanted to say.

"A letter?"

"Yes, a letter."

‘Who sends a letter in this day and age?’ Han-Yeol wondered.

Most tasks were done over the internet after the twenty-first century, and the emergence of dimensional gates and mana stones further fueled the IT industry and made internet access more convenient.

Of course, it wasn't...