"Hmm? What's that?" Han-Yeol muttered, looking down at his walkie-talkie as Purva's voice emanated from it.

The walkie-talkie Han-Yeol used was an old model, characterized by impressive design and excellent functionality. Although newer models were available, designed as earpieces, Han-Yeol stubbornly rejected them.

In Han-Yeol's mansion, only three individuals utilized these outdated models: Albert, his father, and himself. The remaining workers and guards relied on the new earpiece models.

Han-Yeol harbored several reasons for his steadfast refusal to adopt the new model, with the primary concern being his discomfort with constantly having something in his ear. He shared this aversion to items like rings, earrings, necklaces, and even watches—anything making contact with his skin proved rather bothersome.

Consequently, he favored the old model walkie-talkies over the newer counterparts.

Psshht!

“What’s wrong? What’s the big problem?” Han-Yeol asked.

[T-That is… I think you will need to see it for yourself…]

‘Huh? What's going on? Is there something that might pose a problem for me at this moment?’ Han-Yeol wondered, struggling to identify any significant issues that could arise.

Nevertheless, he opted to investigate, driven by Purva's evident alarm over this purported predicament.

“Hmm… Mavros?”

“Kiek?”

“What do you think is going to happen to your...