Silence.

It was not a comfortable silence. No one dared to breathe in the wake of what had just happened. 

Chal-kahk.

A reporter captured the image through sheer instinct, but the sound of his shutter echoed through the hall. 

As if the sound had been a starting pistol, people started to breathe again. But no one dared to speak. 

Woojin’s gaze rested coolly on Melody, “Shall I take this to mean our mutual non-aggression treaty is broken?”

Melody’s face went white as a sheet, “How can that be? It isn't anything like that. If I had known this was Alandal, I wouldn’t have stepped foot in this place.”

Woojin grinned. However, he was still curious about one thing. It was why he’d personally made the trip to the U.S. 

“Why are you here?”

Melody didn’t hesitate, “My goddess sent me a revelation. She wants me to guide the saviour.”

Woojin mused aloud, “Hmmm. This means Aria sent you here?”

Sheer blasphemy. But Melody didn’t show the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. After all, how could she dare, as one only qualified to hear a goddess’ voice, when the one in front of her had already met a god face to face. 

She brought her face to the ground once again, “Yes… I'm only a lowly servant of Aria. I came only as my goddess decreed… ”

Woojin dismissed her with a wave, “Ah, it's alright.”

He already knew the rest. Woojin turned his gaze to Deacon. 

“Let's have a little talk.”

Deacon couldn't understand Woojin's Korean, but his secretary gave him an instant translation. 

He agreed, “…mmmm. However, this...