Jericho froze.
Did I come at the wrong time?
Well, I guess it's always the wrong time with this guy. It might just be a tactic to make people guilty of disturbing, softening their defenses so he can smoothly move in.
The handsome man smirked.
I learned that one a long time ago.
'From daddy?'
Shut up!
"It's me, Mr. Park!"
—It's you who?! There are thousands of people down here in this sector, you know. Can't expect me to know all of them.—
Oh, he's good.
"Jericho! One of the late survivors who came yesterday!"
The aggressiveness behind the man's voice dropped, replaced by a silky thread of softness.
—Oh. That blue-eyed kid?—
Jericho didn't reply.
Kid?
It feels odd hearing someone call me that.
Suddenly, the young Ruler of Effulgence chuckled.
Been a while. I think ever since I ran away from–
—Come in, boy.—
Clack—!
As the door opened, Jericho walked into the house.
