Necromancer Survival

excuses for the man, but, since the information concerned Ahn Seo-kyung and his father’s women, the information was useful.

     “Seo-kyung-ie is a bit sensitive these days.” Kang Jihye started.

      “Really?”

      “And he hasn’t been able to see guildmaster-nim often due to the Jeju Island case… The investigation has been strangely prolonged as well.”

      “Ahh…”

“And it seems like his uncle isn’t willing to lift his hand to help this time…”

     “Omo… Really?”

     “We’re in a difficult situation… but all we were told was to pretend to be cooperative.
We’re unable to do anything about the investigation at the moment.”

     The last people Park Hoseok met before he died were Ahn Seo-kyung and Kang Jihye.
Because of that, the two were called upon by the investigative agency, day after day, and the two suffered quite tiresomely.

     Despite having a firm alibi at the estimated time of death, Ahn Seo-kyung’s hysteria grew daily; that man had never been ‘cooperative’ a day in his life, either.

“”

‘Despite all that, Executive Director Ahn won’t step forward.
Is that so…’

     If it was to the extent where Director Ahn, who had given Ahn Seo-kyung his surname though the man was an extramarital child…and had coddled him to the point that he had developed that unpleasant personality…started saying “be cooperative”… Perceptive eyes were still observing the Jeju island case.

     It was a frustrating situation, but Ryu Hyerin schooled her expression and nodded sympathetically.
Kang Jihye’s expression darkened, and she knocked back all the champagne in her glass.
Perhaps the woman had interpreted Ryu Hyerin’s reaction as understanding and acceptance towards Ahn Seo-Kyung’s rudeness.

“But, why isn’t Bae Jaemin-ssi with you today?”

     “He was talking to Moon Issak-ssi for a moment.
Though, I think their conversation is finished now…”

     “Moon Issak? How’d he get invited here?”

“…He’s unexpectedly a man of many means,” Ryu Hyerin said.

     Kang Jihye must have also recalled Moon Issak’s notorious reputation.
She grimaced as she swallowed another sip, though she had been drinking the champagne like water before.

    Then, after a moment of silence settled between the two, Ryu Hyerin got a system alert.

[Bae Jaemin: Come here]

     Considering Kang Jihye, across from her, had no reaction, this must be a personal message from Bae Jaemin sent only to Ryu Hyerin.
She swallowed a burst of laughter and pulled herself gracefully away from the wall she had been leaning against.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”

     “Mhmm.” Kang Jihye waved her hand casually.
Ryu Hyerin drew the curtains and made her way out of the terrace.

      Though Ryu Hyerin was always conspicuous wherever she went, the long hallway alongside the terrace was only lit by tiny indicator lights on the ground, allowing her to reach the sitting room without attracting much undue attention.
Perhaps the bodyguard was told of her approach in advance, unlike how he had behaved with Ahn Seo-kyung, the man politely stepped aside.
Thanks to this, Ryu Hyerin was able to quietly enter the room without being disturbed.

     “…Hyerin-ah,” Bae Jaemin said.

“No knocking? What’s with you,” Ahn Seo-kyung grumbled.

     As soon as the sitting room door opened, the tangled sight of Bae Jaemin leaning against the table with Ahn Seo-kyung leaning towards him–almost on top of the Priest–unfurled before her.

     It was as if the two had been kissing until just recently–Ahn Seo-kyung’s cheeks flushed red.
This scene was suspicious no matter how one looked at it.

     Ahn Seo-kyung was briefly embarrassed, but he must have noticed how they would appear to Ryu Hyerin.
He suddenly twisted and squirmed his body further onto Bae Jaemin.
However, she already knew that Bae Jaemin wouldn’t have touched the other at all.

     ‘He must have begged Bae Jaemin to kiss him?’

     She merely adopted a faint sneer, which only Ahn Seo-kyung could see, and quietly closed the door behind her.
Ahn Seo-kyung’s temper rose–his lips trembled; however, because the man had to keep up appearances in front of Bae Jaemin, he could do nothing else.

     “Jaemin-ah.
The President is looking for you,” Ryu Hyerin softly said.

     Above all, Bae Jaemin looked like he’d been saved as soon as she entered.

     The Priest carefully removed Ahn Seo-kyung from his body, as if he had been waiting for those words; Ahn Seo-kyung’s face paled.
Ryu Hyerin greatly enjoyed the young master’s fragile, wounded face.
“…Ah, I apologize.
I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, my clothes are crumpled.”

     Ryu Hyerin went one step further; she lightly brushed Bae Jaemin’s shirt collar that Ahn Seo-kyung had been tightly squeezing.
As soon as she did so, Ahn Seo-kyung’s blazing glare pierced her cheeks, but Ryu Hyerin smiled brightly as if she were ignorant of all that.
She then folded her arms around Bae Jaemin’s elbow and pressed against his side.
“Don’t worry.
If I’m clinging to you like this, no one will concern themselves with some wrinkled clothes.”