The sound of someone loudly stomping up the stairs rang out. Following that, the metal door crashed open to reveal a person huffing behind it.

It was none other than Phi Sora who was fuming hot air from her nostrils like a mad bull. Jang Maldong shouted at her with a displeased face.

“Will it kill you to gently open the door? My ears almost fell off!”

However, Phi Sora did not respond in the slightest.

No.

Rather than worrying about Jang Maldong, Phi Sora was glaring at Seol Jihu like an enraged bull watching the matador waving a red cloth in front of it.

And the moment Seol Jihu realized what was going on, Phi Sora’s jaws stretched open.

"Kwuaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

It was a monster’s roar birthed by endless indignancy and rage.

"W-What’s going on? Why is that brat like this all of a sudden?”

It didn’t matter whether Jang Maldong found it absurd or not. Phi Sora let loose the rage she had amassed from suffering several nights without sleep.

"Gyaaaak!"

And as she charged over with both her arms raised, threatening to pull out all of his hair…

"Wait!"

Seol Jihu shot up from his seat and firmly pressed his palm forward.

At the sudden action filled with bravado, Phi Sora stopped her charge just as she was about to pounce on him.

“….”

It took her only a moment to look at the shopping bag swaying from his hand.

"Hah."

She snorted, and her flaming eyes bent into crescent moons.

"You’re planning to call it even with just this?”

Her tone was boiling hot, like that of a blazing furnace.

"I bought Master something else, but besides him, I bought the same thing for everyone. It’s nothing big. Just something I bought while I was out.”

The sound of Jang Maldong dryly coughing in the back could be heard.
Of course, Phi Sora did not hear it.

"So what you’re saying...