Ming-jeok tilted his head and corrected himself.

“That was not an expression approved by the National Institute of the Korean Language. Let me rephrase it. He’s as mad as hell.”

Uijae rolled his eyes.

‘Of course, he would be….’

This was nothing new—it happened almost every day, so he wasn’t even surprised anymore. Unless Jeong-bin suddenly got angry or Hong Ye-seong came to his senses, Uijae wouldn’t feel alarmed. Instead, he nodded indifferently. In a way, it was reassuring.

‘He’s mad enough, which means he’s fine.’

Honestly, who would want to leave anyone behind? Since he was the only one who could move, it was natural for him to act. As Yi-jae confirmed Sa-yeong’s safety, his thoughts wandered elsewhere.

‘That guy’s always grumpy. But whenever I say anything, he complains about being hurt.’

The worry, sympathy, and longing he felt for Sa-yeong dissipated instantly. Instead, irritation filled the space. Uijae squatted in front of Ming-jeok.

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s returned to the guild. According to Hunter Jeong-bin, he was the last to regain consciousness, and even after waking up, his condition wasn’t great.”

Damn it. Uijae’s face twisted in frustration. Just when he felt ready to be annoyed, Sa-yeong made him feel sorry for him again. Sa-yeong would always be like that—frustrating, pitiful, and someone Uijae always worried about. He’d forever remain Uijae’s painful weakness. Ming-jeok adjusted his sunglasses.

“Don’t worry. He’s perfectly fine now. He’s likely already received the situation report and will take action soon.”@@novelbin@@

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