I really enjoyed the meal.

    Without saying that, Hyeong-seok left.

    I ate all the dumpling soup that Haru gave me. Like my father, without a drop of soup.

    But the feeling was very different.

    Hyung-seok didn''t talk much compared to his father, and so did his facial expression.

    He clenched his teeth and moved his spoon silently.

    Next to him, he silently took the drinks his father gave him, and only listened to his occasional spouting without much answer.

    But unusually, he did answer a few words.

    "Can I be forgiven?"

    To your father?

    "To my family."

    Isn''t that a meaningless question already? As long as it''s a family, I forgive you. As long as it''s a parent-child relationship, parents should forgive their son for committing a crime and going to prison. But you didn''t commit a crime. That''s all that matters because you''re doing well.

    "Are you sure?"

    -That''s what I''d think if I were your father.

    A kind smile.

    As the stories of Hwang''s grandfather piled up one by one, the food gradually decreased, and as the soju bottle was emptied, Hwang Hyung-seok''s head gradually fell off.

    By the time I finish eating and pay the bill.

    Haru was thinking about whether to ask something again.

    "Go home safely."

    "Don''t worry, I called for you instead."

    "Where are you going?”

    "Just, I have somewhere to go. Anyway, good luck."

    Hyungseok, who said he was going back to the hotel right after eating, suddenly wants to go somewhere.

    Even calling in a deputy.

    I thought it couldn''t be, but I knew what kind of son he was, so I couldn''t help thinking about it.

    Don''t tell me you''re abandoning your parents again.’

    If you''re thinking of calling in a deputy and going back home.

    One day I might get really mad at the first customer I''ve ever.

    But that worry didn''t last long.

    Shortly after Hyeong-seok left the restaurant, the grim reaper approached Hwang''s grandfather and said,

    "You''ve done everything, haven''t you?”

    What else can we do? If you had a drink with your son at the end, that''s it.

    "There''s nothing to be desired. You have to do it properly. I''ve told you before, but things have gotten a little bigger this time. It''d be crazy if he hugged me here."

    -Draw? Well, I''ll call you Han.….

    The grim reaper, speaking in a mild way, as usual, curt.

    Hwang''s grandfather, who laughed loudly, said that such a grim reaper looks young.

    If you say there''s one left, what can you do?

    "Let me hear it first."

    "Oh, wait a minute. Is there anything left?"

    But Mr. Hwang''s grandfather has regrets.

    Haru and Yumi were surprised at the slightly different answer.

    The same goes for Choi Han-seok. He twitched his eyebrows and glared at the grim reaper.

    I don''t know how this happened. The grim reaper, who should be most embarrassed, was rather calm.

    No, more than calm, as if you knew it. He even laughed.

    I can''t remember my grandchild''s face. I wanted to see the last one. That''s too bad. Maybe it''s because I''m old, but I can''t remember.

    "Grandchild?"

    Yeah, but he''s the last blood I have left, and he''s a child of my son. Everyone who hasn''t had a baby doesn''t know how much they miss you."You don''t have to worry about that. They''re already coming."

    It''s coming? What are you talking about?

    "Are you coming? Mr. Hwang''s grandfather''s grandchild?”

    "You picked me up earlier. My son."

    -Draw?

    It''s an ending that no one expected.

    In particular, Hwang''s grandfather, who was involved, was completely surprised and almost collapsed as his legs were loosened.

    If Choi Han-seok hadn''t rushed to support him, he would have really fallen.

    I realized how much the shock was.

    No wonder, because there was only one meaning to what the grim reaper said.

    "I didn''t know. To be honest, my grandfather''s son was the least responsive among the customers who came to our restaurant. I was worried if I failed.”

    "Haru, there are many kinds of people. Hyungseok is the type who doesn''t express his feelings."

    Wait, the grim reaper. Hyungseok is now.

    "Yes, that''s right. It''s your son''s choice what he''ll do in the future, but still. I think what you said earlier over a drink is well conveyed."

    -Oh, my... -Oh, my.….

    Parents are a mirror of their children, and children are bound to resemble their parents.

    It comes from parents, and it''s only natural that they raised it.

    So in a way, the end of the two ended up the same.

    Hwang''s father, the grandfather, confessed at the end.

    His son Hyungseok also ended up at the end of his father''s life.

    "Are you penitent? Hyungseok, what about you?

    "First of all, I don''t know what''s going to happen because the human mind changes like a reed."

    It''s going to work out. Hyeongseok is a hard-hearted person even if he looks like that. I thought about it once, so just go straight. I mean... When it''s time for Hyungseok to die.

    "As long as you don''t forget your penitence. Unless you repeat the same regret. The underworld isn''t as tight as I thought.”

    I''m glad to hear that.

    Regretting what you did, sincerely repenting.

    So making mistakes a lesson and not repeating it again.

    Confession. The grim reaper said these two letters were one of the most meaningful things a living man could do.

    All the more so if it''s not too late to seize the opportunity.

    In other words, penitence means that anyone can do it anytime.

    Click, click.

    The grim reaper walked out to the door of heaven on the table.

    With a ready grandfather in front of him, he opened the door as it has always been.

    It''s not the usual outside of the restaurant that''s reflected outside.

    Wait, one day.

    "Mr. Haru, don''t tell me...…!”

    But it''s not the place where the light came in, but somewhere else.

    But I could recognize it at a glance.

    A spacious and solemn atmosphere.

    Many people were drinking and eating, and the number was quite large.

    I saw a few customers or merchants who I saw at the market or knew a day after day. There were a lot of people who didn''t know their faces at all.

    Most of the people in suits were younger than I thought.

    Compared to your son who just went to a restaurant.

    Hyeong-seok just seemed blunt, but he seemed to have done a better job than I thought.

    So many colleagues came to the funeral.

    I remember what Hwang''s grandfather said before.

    He lamented that no one would come even if I died.

    I don''t know what to say, but somehow. There were so many people.Then, I went into the side street and in the room with the portrait.

    "Sad……Ugh…….”

    Hyungseok is sobbing like a lie.

    And I could see his family silently defending him.

    Wife and a son who is still young.

    Of course, he resembles Hwang''s grandfather surprisingly.

    "You remember now, don''t you? Grandchild''s face."

    -Yeah, I remember. That''s right. I''m sure I did. It looks just like when I was a kid. I told you so.

    "Then let''s run. My grandchild wants to see you."

    Really? Can I do that''s okay?

    "Of course. Is there anything you can''t do?"

    The child, who was watching his father sobbing with a question mark on his face, suddenly jumped to his feet.

    Staring into the air as if he had found something, he shook his arms as if he was trying to grab them.

    It must have been just then. Hwang''s grandfather ran out and passed through the door opened by the grim reaper.

    A huge flash flashed momentarily to the extent that the sun might have risen again.

    Hwang''s grandfather disappeared in no time, and the grim reaper closed the door.

    More than half of the pure white spice was filled in the spice jar that Yeomra had dropped, and the hands of Haru and Yumi''s wristwatch turned upside down with fierce momentum.

    But no one cared or noticed that.

    "I was thinking this would happen.”

    All the lights in heaven went out without any notice.

    I''m sure there''s a moonlight leaking in from outside the window, and it''s so dark that even the hand right in front of it looks whitish.

    Something was happening. And a similar thing happened once before.

    I''m sure the goblin lights up.’

    Crunch-Crunch-Crunch-.

    Sure enough.

    A whitish light source began to spring up in a completely darkened restaurant.

    Those who were increasing the number one by one were divided into two, with the number increasing rapidly.

    Hard to put into words. A table paradise that has turned into a rather subtle atmosphere.

    The door that was closed with a squeaking sound opens slowly. Guided by the grim reaper, two people appeared.

    Lord of the Underworld.

    One is someone Haru knows well.

    The King of the Underworld, the general manager of the dead in the East and the superior commander of the Underworld.

    Wearing clothes that looked similar to modernized hanbok, he smiled and walked in and made eye contact with Haru.

    And there was a person I saw for the first time behind Yeom-ra, and I could recognize him.

    ''Then that''s what the Ripper said.’

    Black hair with round braids and long nails.

    Quite Western, and crucially, the Ripper stood tall behind her, so there was only one answer.

    "Are you a day?”

    "Yes, Hella. My name is Haru. I run a table paradise."

    "You know me, don''t you?"

    When Haru called her name at once, Hela twitched her lips as if it was a little unexpected.

    She swung her arms at the reaper, turning back, and he nodded half-heartedly as if he was sick of it.

    To the underworld, hella.

    Yumi was a little surprised when two people called beings suddenly came.

    Haru held her hand tightly. I could feel the tremor calming down.

    It was the underworld that opened its mouth first.

    "I''m sorry. I feel like I keep popping in. He''s a busy man."

    "No, I''m grateful that a busy person is here.""You don''t have to say what''s in your mouth. I think you''ve heard a rough story about Hella''s name...….”

    "The Reaper told me.”

    "Oh, really? How? It''s right not to talk according to the rules."

    "The power of apple pie?"

    A day to speak with confidence because there was nothing to kneel down.

    I felt the reaper''s spine cool down to this point.