Seol Jihu came back.

The position of Valhalla’s representative, which had been empty for eight months, was filled once again.

This news was immediately delivered to all members, including those working outside the building.

As a result, Seol Jihu was quickly surrounded by his comrades, who came running from downstairs after hearing the news.

“He’s back! Seol is back!”

Hugo picked Seol Jihu up and rejoiced like a kid.

“Iya~ Look at your shoulder and back muscles. Did you go and get steroids for eight months?”

Chohong expressed her awe while constantly rubbing and fondling Seol Jihu’s wide, hard back.

“Welcome back, Representative.”

Marcel Ghionea greeted him with his usual monotonous voice.

“Oppa~ Sorry to ask you when you just got here, but can you lend me some money? It’s kind of urgent.”

Maria put her hands out while asking in a nasal voice.

“Come ooonnn! If you came back, you should have gone around and said something! It’s not like you’ve been gone a month or two. It’s been eight whole months!”

Phi Sora was still complaining.

The quiet building quickly became noisy.

Seol Jihu quietly smiled inside all the ruckus and looked around.

He had been longing for this scenery for seven years.

The loneliness he felt after Black Seol Jihu left seemed to subside slightly.

Where have you been, did you get stronger, do you have any money on you? Seol Jihu answered the never-ending questions one by one.

“How can you say, have you eaten?, so nonchalantly!? Shouldn’t it be, have you been well? I almost got fooled!”

Seol Jihu’s eyes met the grumbling Phi Sora’s.

He suddenly put down his silverware and winked at her.

Phi Sora stopped talking with a flustered...