[Protagonist's POV]
"But you're sure my face isn't visible, right?" I asked.
"…Yes. Even when I focus my inner energy to see through it, I can't," Yeo So-cheon replied.
"…This is some incredible stuff…"
A veil that even someone of Yeo So-cheon's caliber couldn't pierce? Given her status, it had to be an extraordinary item.
BOOM!
At that moment, the door to another room burst open, and out stepped Dang Ah-young and her father, Tang A-yoon. The patriarch strode forward purposefully, his eyes locking onto me as he closed the distance quickly.
Yeo So-cheon, with her sharp reflexes, had already released the wall-slam pose she'd pinned me in the instant the door opened, stepping back casually.
"Did your talk go well—" I began.
Grab!
Before I could finish, Tang A-yoon seized my shoulders with both hands, his expression grave as he spoke.
"You'll take responsibility."
"…What?"
