The atmosphere was so tense it was palpable. Han Sora was trying her best to convince Jung Ha-Yan that it wasn’t a big deal, but there was no way she wasn’t worried about her cover getting blown.0

If I were in Jung Ha-Yan’s shoes, I would be really uncomfortable about it, too.0

Let us assume that Kim Hyun-Sung was surreptitiously training an army, a bunch of executive officers, and an alchemist. The alchemist was a genius comparable to me. I noticed that he was being cold to me lately, and I suddenly received such a weird text.0

How would I feel?0

[Mr. Jin Cheong, I’m really… looking forward to your research. I hope you know that the future of the continent’s alchemy lies in you. You’re the only one I can rely on when it comes to this.]1

[What?]0

[Ah, I’m sorry, Mr. Ki-Young. I think my hand mirror got hacked… Don’t worry about it. I think I got hacked.]0

[What the? Shit, what’s going on? Are you serious?]0

If I were in Jung Ha-Yan’s shoes, I would do everything in my power to turn that alchemist into a demon summoner.2

However, Jung Ha-Yan was obsessed with me, so she would definitely do something worse than that. It was only natural for her to be furious at the non-existent Park...1