"Fufu~ looks like the clan head likes you more than I thought,"
"Hm?" I raised a brow. "I don't really think that's the case… not with how sore my back is after all those unnecessary strikes of his."
"Haha, although that's true…" she covered her mouth as she laughed, her breath visible in the cold air. "Trust me—no one in the clan can tease him as openly as you can. Maybe except for Seo, but she's a special case, and even she rarely pushes it. Most clan members would have their necks sliced open if they dared to speak to him the way you do. But then again, you did defeat him in a duel, so maybe that's why he lets it slide?"
"Perhaps," I muttered, shifting the sword slung over my shoulder as we walked.
To my side, the red-haired woman with half-lidded foxlike eyes kept smiling in that amused, observant way of hers.
Bom Gyeoul.
A woman with sharp instincts, sharper words, and a demeanor that always made it hard to tell when she was serious or simply toying with you.
