魔法少年 32

"No, I'm sorry."

The chef, who greeted the table with a head-on, hurried away. I saw Yeha. She turned around and breathed like she was holding her breath.

Han Geon took a familiar tablet out of his pocket and unfolded it. It was the same thing that Chief Sung had. A gold contract floated on the tablet. A few hours ago, it was a contract that Yeha forced her thumb.

"Your name, Kang Ye-ha?"

He asked, staring at the hologram.

Yeha did not answer. Under his pressure, I didn't realize what he was calling was my name. I've been feeling this for a while, but it's a strangely low voice. His voice, which fell sharply to the ground, clenched his ankle. Yeha slowly looked up and made eye contact with him.

It was just an act of eye contact, but a sharp arrow stuck to the chest, collarbone, and cheekbones. His eyes were something that transcended time and space. No light, no air, no walls. Nothing seemed to distinguish him from his gaze.

"I asked, Kang Ye-ha, is that right?"

I asked one thing back to an answer that rarely comes out. Only then did Yeha come to her senses.

"Right, Kang Ye-ha."

"Is that right?"

There was a slight lift in one eyebrow at a short remark.

"Uh. Right."

Ye-ha nodded her head and once again positively. How old is Choi Han-gun? I raked through the information floating in my head. But there is nothing caught. I don't know how old he is. Either way, was he a director or a boss, by that time, he'd have had enough.

"But whether my name is strong or not, it doesn't matter."