Choi Haesol had been on standby outside the dungeon.

As soon as she saw him, she dropped to her knees.

Woojin’s eyes widened, “Huh? Why are you being like this?”

Haesol kept her head low, “Please heed my request.”

Woojin was completely nonplussed, “What is it?”

Haesol was clearly at her wit’s end, “Even if it’s for one hour, could you not rest for a little bit before you go?”

“What?”

Every time he’d come out of the dungeon, Haesol had asked him to come with her. However, she clung to him more desperately than ever today.

Woojin sighed, “Jeez. I told you I’m fine.”

Haesol shook her head, “The political climate right now isn’t good. Please think about your home country and rest a little bit.”

What nonsense was she talking about? When Woojin’s puzzlement showed on his face, Haesol rose to her feet and leaned in to whisper.

“North Korea wants to extensively advertise this successful dungeon raid. South Korea wants to package it as a North and South joint operation.”

Woojin had a “so what?” expression on his face, “Then just go with that.”

Haesol bowed, “Please come with me.”

“I have to return to the dungeon. You take care of the politics.”

Choi Haesol was near tears. The most important person in the matter hadn’t even shown his face. Couldn’t he at least take couple pictures with the others?

Woojin sighed and decided to be considerate of Choi Haesol’s situation. He vacated one hour of his schedule.

“Jeez. This is annoying.”

The Memorial Palace became busy when they heard...