Call to the Final Room
“...What’s with the clothes?”
“They’re... a bit mismatched, right? More importantly, did you run into Sang-taek?”
Spitera swirled around the urgently questioning Kim Jun. Seeing the clumps of earth flying on their own, Go Cheolmin pieced together what had happened.
“Is that Spitera?”
Kim Jun scratched his head.
“Probably.”
Only then did Go Cheolmin notice the sunglasses, necklace, and ring. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Heh heh... you won, huh?”
“...Got lucky.”
A playful expression. Go Cheolmin reached out and roughly ruffled Kim Jun’s hair.
Jeong Taek-su must have let his guard down.
The opponent was just a rookie who’d barely passed his awakening test. He’d gotten caught off guard, the tide had turned sharply, and things had ended up like this. Jeong Taek-su wouldn’t be able to show his face anymore.
Yeom Sang-taek, Lee Taeseop, and the others came running from behind.
“Kim Jun!”
Yeom Sang-taek shouted.
Kim Jun, who had been sighing in relief that everyone was safe, glanced back once more.
“Min-jeong and Muhyun aren’t here. Investigator Bang Su-cheol’s missing too. Something happen?”
Kim Jun looked at his master.
At that moment, a familiar voice echoed through the corridor.
Come to the Honor Hall Final Room. It’ll be better for both of us if you hurry. If you dawdle, the dealer and tanker your Uramata Guild cherishes will end up as Magic Creeper chow. And Kim Jun, bring that guy with you. I’ll be waiting.”
It felt like the voice was flowing out through speakers. It was Kim Se-wi’s voice magic.
Through Go Cheolmin’s gaze, Kim Jun realized that the dealer and tanker Kim Se-wi mentioned were Yoo Min-jeong and Choi Muhyun.
He turned to Jo Beom-gu.
“Which way is the Honor Hall?”