“I-Impossible. They really are fans?” The Frost Queen’s eyes widened. It appeared that her contractor was correct. She scowled as Seo Jun-Ho gave her a smug look. 

“Huh?”

But something was off. While Seo Jun-Ho was signing the autographs, the men were slowly surrounding him. One quietly unsheathed a dagger at his waist, while another grabbed the handle of his sword. A mage was also starting to create a fireball from behind Seo Jun-Ho. 

“Ahahaha!” She clutched her stomach as she burst into laughter. They weren’t real fans; they were bandits that were pretending to be fans. “What did I say? Hahahaha!”

“Oh…” The way her contractor blushed was almost cute. 

“Die, Seo Jun-Ho!”

A fireball the size of a fist flew toward the back of his head.

***

‘Ah, that’s life.’ 

Seo Jun-Ho let out a heavy sigh. Frankly, he didn’t necessarily like or dislike fanservice. He didn’t mind taking pictures or signing autographs if his fans asked him. But these...