Chapter 261
“Hello?”
Just at that mont, I felt a presence behind us; soon, Jung Garam warped next to . Usually, Jung Garam and Kim Olim would co see together, but the Paladin ca a little early today.
Slightly on edge due to my earlier conversation with her, I almost jumped in my seat. However, I managed to endure.
“Hah? So suspicious,” Jung Garam said.
“….Y-Yeah? What’s suspicious?”
“What’s with that expression just as you saw ?”
I’m a horrible actor…
Jung Garam gave a grin and stared at ; when I beca rigid, he paused before staring at Kim Olim. And…
“Noona, you talked about behind my back, right~?” 1 He imdiately asked Kim Olim.
I looked at the Paladin in surprise–how had Jung Garam noticed so quickly? As soon as I looked at her, though, I realized the reason for the Assassin’s startling perceptiveness.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” It seed that Kim Olim wasn’t good at controlling her facial expression either! She turned away from Jung Garam with a stiff expression; anyone could see she was hiding sothing.
I looked alternating between the two, fidgeting because I was anxious we’d be found out at this rate. Surprisingly, though, Jung Garam stared at us before sitting down on the remaining chair with a grin on his face. “Well… I guess it’s sothing you’re not telling because I don’t need to know, right?”
“…….”
“That’s right. It’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about it,” Kim Olim said.
“You really did gossip, huh~” Jung Garam swung his feet and stared at the Paladin; Kim Olim, on the other hand, kept silent and looked blankly at the wall. It was so obvious that she was avoiding his gaze.
Like that, a cold silence persisted for about 10 minutes. Of course, Kim Olim and I were the only ones who felt uncomfortable; Jung Garam played gas on my phone nonchalantly.
However, when the dawn began to break, Jung Garam, who had been absorbed in his ga for a while, began to talk to Kim Olim. “Noona, didn’t you say you were going to go to the airport to see who arrived today?”
“…I did. But, wasn’t Choi Kyung-sik the one that was going to co and take care of Choi Lee-kyung today?”
“Kyung-sik-ie spent 20 straight hours making dicine and beca tired. So, I said I’d trade shifts with him.”
“Is he finished with his dicine?”
“He said it’s almost done?”
“I see…” Kim Olim montarily adopted a conflicted expression. She would have to leave alone with the person she warned against–the person that she found dangerous enough to recomnd that I arm myself with [Sylph’s Fall].
I read her inner conflict and took the initiative, “You’ll be busy, so go ahead. Garam-ie is here anyway…”
“…Understood. I’ll strive to return in two hours.”
“You don’t have to strain yourself…”
“Jung Garam, you shouldn’t act rashly either.”
“Yeah, yeah~”
After looking at with lingering thoughts blaring from her expression, Kim Olim eventually vanished from the room.
As soon as Kim Olim disappeared, Jung Garam smiled and put the phone on the table as if he were waiting for this mont. Then, he imdiately started interrogating . “What were you guys talking about?”
“N-Nothing much…”
“What do you an? You have a horrible poker face.” Jung Garam approached , as if he were urging to put aside my lies. Then, he reached out his hand to ; however, he stopped before he could grab my collar and tilted his head. “Hm? But, where is that dog…I an Lackey? I thought sothing was missing around here…”
“Ah, Dawon-ie took him.”
“He took Lackey…?” It looked as if the assassin couldn’t believe I docilely let the Mage take the skeleton. ‘Did you simply stare at Seo Dawon and do nothing?’ Garam’s gaze seed to convey.
I suddenly felt like a terrible human being who handed over a beloved puppy to a stranger. So, I hurriedly added, “That’s… Seo Dawon had a job for Lackey, so I let him borrow it for a while…”
“I bet you won’t see it again.”
“Dawon-ie isn’t that kind of person!”
“Pffthahaha! You’re the only one who thinks that way about Dawon-hyung.” Jung Garam laughed as if heard sothing particularly funny. I glared at Jung Garam, trying to understand the way Red Lotus viewed their guildmaster.
From my point of view, they were well-suited and intimate enough to be together in death…
‘Even so, they distrust each other… Especially when it cos to each other’s personal character. They’re harsher on each other than strangers…’
It was unbelievable that they beca one of the best guilds in the world with this sort of teamwork. Woo Ragi seed to follow Seo Dawon’s directions well, but even he drew a line at personal matters.
Was this the so-called ‘dividing your private life from your professional life?’
Ignorant of my complicated feelings, Jung Garam continued to tease affectionately, “Well, Dawon acts like he’s missing a few screws around you, but… don’t let your guard down around him too much.”
“Why do you guys distrust each other like this?”
“? I trust Dawon-hyung. But, you trust way too much–that’s an issue,” Jung Garam said. Even though he was so young, his expression looked both cheeky and mature.
Frowning, I answered, “You seem to be misunderstanding sothing… Seo Dawon can’t do anything against now.”
“Pfthahahaha!”
“I’m serious. I disciplined Dawon a little yesterday.”
Jung Garam now puffed up his cheeks trying to hold back his giggles, like this was so ‘don’t laugh’ challenge. Poking his puffy cheeks, I said, “So, don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
“Huh? What the. Sothing really happened?”
“A lot happened…”
Jung Garam stood still, as if he were waiting for to continue speaking; however, I didn’t intend to bring up these matters.
Perhaps he noticed my reticence; the assassin eventually gave up and approached . Then, in a childish voice, he whined, “I’m bored.”
“Play more gas.”
“Can I lie down next to you?”
As soon as I heard that, a voice that sounded like Kim Olim’s said “Refuse” in my head, but I nodded gently. When I scooched aside a little, Jung Garam clambered atop the bed without any hesitation.
After using my arm like a pillow and getting comfortable, he started up his ga. Since it was a racing ga, the phone was quite loud every ti the Assassin used the booster.
“You’re pretty good at that.”
“I’m 7th place though?”
It was a little awkward between us. I just told him he was doing well because it seed like the Assassin was working hard… Jung Garam continued to mumble as he pressed away at the touch screen, “Ah, before I died I was really good at this ga.”
“……”
“These bastards–for three years, I’ve just been stagnating.” He lost a few gas in a row. I thought Jung Garam would throw his phone in frustration, but the Assassin was persistent. Later on, he even avoided losing in one or two gas.
The sight of his carefree and happy face made feel like my conversation with Kim Olim was for nothing. Besides, I felt sleepy just watching Garam playing gas… I drooped, nearly asleep, and ca close to head-butting the Assassin. He yelped and remarked, “You’re a spy for that team aren’t you?”
“Ah, Sorry…”
“You tired?”
“Mmhmm…” I was going to ask him to wake up when the doctors were making their rounds, but my yawn interrupted that desire.
When I opened my mouth to yawn, my chin brushed against his soft hair. I flinched a little, because it was itchy. I was a bit nervous, but Jung Garam didn’t say anything even though I was literally pressing down on his head. He was completely focused on his ga.
Looking at him playing, drowsiness washed over yet again. Eventually, I closed my eyes; exhaustion broke through the floodgates. By that ti, it felt like Jung Garam was curling into my embrace, but it was too late. My consciousness was already flying away.
“…Choi Lee-kyung, are you sleeping?”
Soone, probably Jung Garam, whispered to . I didn’t react at all–my body was too heavy.
Soon afterwards, I felt a soft touch on my collarbone, but the touch didn’t necessarily bother . Then, my mood soured because the touch soon turned into what felt like licking; however, I couldn’t shake it off because I was already falling into a deep, coma-like sleep.
“Really…” I heard brief snippets of a voice; sothing prickled at the back of my nape, but even that was fine.
I plunged into a deep slumber.
* * *
“……Huh?” I raised my torso off the bed, startled, when I saw the dim hospital room.
I had slept so well that the sun was already setting outside the window; the corners of my lips were damp with drool. When I automatically raised my hand to wipe it, I had an IV connected to the back of my hand, unlike before I had fallen asleep.
“I got an IV? Wow, I don’t rember a thing…” I sat absentmindedly, wiping off my saliva with my sleeves. It felt a little awful to have my day cut so short from a nap. Furthermore, I felt belatedly lightheaded from turning my head so fast.
“Ah, So dizzy…Did I sleep too much?” I muttered while slipping one foot off the bed, trying to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, the dim room shined with light.
“Argh!” Surprised, I looked towards the switch; there, a handso man leaned against the wall with an annoyed expression and his arms crossed across his chest.
It was Woo Ragi.
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