Prologue: Too Late for Regrets
By now, there was hardly a soul left on the continent who didn't know my name. I had become a war hero.
Even so, the sheer number of visitors lately was getting out of hand.
"Yeong-ho... can't we just talk? Please?"
"That confession you made before... is it really too late for you to accept it now?"
"I beg of you! I've become someone who can't live without you anymore! Just let me hold you, if only once!"
The identities of these persistent visitors? The women who had once shared a party with me.
They all shared one thing in common: every single one of them had dumped me in the past.
And they shared another commonality—they no longer meant a damn thing to me. That was all.
I ordered my servant to hang the 'No Visitors' sign on the gate, then spoke calmly.
"Tell them uninvited guests aren't welcome."
Clinging to me now of all times? You're late. Far too late.