Woojin walked out of the underground tunnel.

“Please stop!”

Somehow, Choi Haesol had found Woojin again. She ran towards him and blocked his path again. Her face was still twisted, as if the pain hadn’t subsided yet.

“Please stop. It isn’t too late. We can still mend this.”

Choi Haesol meant what she said. If Woojin continued, she was sure that a war would erupt. She had to prevent such an event from happening. 

Choi Haesol spoke from the depths of her heart, “This isn’t the way. Please stop.”

A war would mean the sacrifice of tens of thousands of people. She had to stop such an appalling tragedy from happening at all costs.

Woojin looked at her with a noncommittal expression.

Haesol studied Woojin’s expression, and the light in her eyes faded.

“N-no way!”

He had already made a mess. Kim Jongun was dead.

Strength left her legs. A storm of blood and fury was about to descend.

She had made a mistake. She shouldn’t have asked Guild Alandal to clear Pyongyang’s six star dungeon.

Haesol slid to the floor in a daze. 

Woojin had to keep from smiling, “He isn’t dead yet.”

Haesol looked up, hope flaring in her eyes, “Really? You didn’t… Yet? Are you still planning on killing him?”

Haesol swallowed anxiously.

“Well, I’ll see what happens.”

Woojin wanted to see how they would take care of the person who’d ordered the suicide bombing.

Haesol scrambled to her knees, “Please hold yourself back. If you anger isn’t quelled, then I’ll give you my life instead. I mean it.”

Woojin raised an eyebrow, “Really...