Yeonhwaga's morning was… strangely busy.
To be exact, Taehyung felt hectic.
People moved quietly, and spoke only in low voices—
Those gazes were the problem.
“…Why does it seem like everyone is looking at me…?”
A butler passing by the garden bench bowed his head.
“Good morning, my lord.”
“…Oh, yes! Good morning….”
As soon as the butler passed by, I felt another gaze from the other side.
When I turned my head, everyone was looking somewhere else as if nothing had happened.
“…Over there...”
The sky whispered beside me.
"yes?"
“Here… is this the usual atmosphere?”
The sky looked around for a moment.
“…Hmm. Because I’m from a wealthy family. I guess I originally felt a bit… observed...”
“…Observation?”
“Yes. Not quite surveillance, but… um… ‘evaluation’?”
Taehyung heard that word particularly loudly.
"evaluation…"
At that moment, someone's voice overlapped in my head.
'The most human being becomes a god.'
“…Ugh.”
Taehyung frowned reflexively.
“Do you have a headache again?”
“No! No, it’s okay.”
Haneul looked at Taehyung with disbelief in his eyes, but didn't ask any more questions.
Living room with high ceilings,
A middle-aged man was sitting across from me on the long sofa.
He had a blank expression, and his eyes behind his glasses were sharp.
“…Who is that person?”
“I am the vice president of Yeonhwa Group.”
“…Vice Chairman?”
“Yes. So…”
The sky spoke as if choosing its words.
“…Someone who might not like Taehyung that much? Oh, really..”
"why…?"
“In a chaebol family, the existence of the ‘youngest son’ is… um…
… I think it might be dangerous… I’m watching the drama again
“You’re saying there are more than one or two ripe persimmons?!”
Taehyung nodded, but didn't fully understand.
Then the vice president opened his mouth.
"taehyoung kim"
"…yes?"
“...I heard you don’t remember anything because of the accident.”
"…yes."
The vice president looked at Taehyung for a long time.
It was as if he was examining an object, looking at it to see if it had value or not.
“…It’s uncomfortable.”
"yes…?"
"Yeonhwa is an organization that operates according to a system. If there are too many variables, it becomes difficult."
The air became cold and settled.
The sky spoke first.
“Hello, Vice President,
"I'm the secretary for Master Taehyung, who recently joined the company. Master...
"miss."
The vice president looked up at the sky.
“It would be best not to get too involved in this.”
The hand of heaven hardened slightly.
"…yes?"
“Are you trying to say something to cover it up?”
The vice president looked at Taehyung again.
“There’s nothing to gain from sticking around with a young master who has no memory.”
Taehyung opened his mouth.
“…I… over there...”
The vice president's gaze returned to Taehyung.
“…If you feel uncomfortable because I’m here…”
Sky looked at Taehyung in surprise.
“… Master… What are you saying...”
But Taehyung didn't stop talking.
“…I could consider stepping out for a bit, if that’s too inconvenient.”
The vice president narrowed his eyes for a moment, then chuckled.
"haha!!"
“…?”
“Even though I don’t remember, the way I speak is still the same.”
Taehyung didn't know what that meant.
“Let’s stop.”
The vice president stood up from his seat.
“I’ll watch. That’s all.”
After saying that, he left the living room.
There was silence for a while.
"…sorry."
Taehyung spoke softly.
“What is it?”
“I feel like I’ve caused trouble for no reason… even for Haneul…”
The sky sighed and said.
“Mr. Taehyung.”
"…yes."
“The most dangerous person in the chaebol family is,”
The sky looked straight at Taehyung.
“He’s the kind of person who thinks he’s a burden. So, don’t think like that.”
Taehyung nodded quietly.
That afternoon.
Taehyung was alone in Yeonhwa's study.
Books filled the walls.
"…and…"
As I reached out, an old leather-bound book caught my eye.
Chronicles of the Yeonhwa Family
"…softening…"
The moment you turn the page—
Suddenly, my head started to shake violently.
red sky
And then the cracked floor came to mind.
“……!”
Taehyung dropped the book.
"omg…!"
My breathing became rapid. My heart pounded.
“…Gasp… Huh…Gasp… What is this memory…”
At that moment, the study door opened quietly.
“As expected, it was there.”
Taehyung raised his head toward the sound.
The man standing at the door looked at Taehyung intently.
There were no sunglasses, but those red eyes were unmistakable.
"…seokjin kim?"
Seokjin smiled.
“Oh, I don’t remember, but you remember the name?”
“…How did you get in here…?”
“That’s okay, let me check something.”
Seokjin approached slowly.
“How shaken you are.”
“…? What are you doing now?”
“What are you doing? Are you trying to disturb me?”
Seokjin was honest.
“The more you adapt to this world, the more chaos there will be at Festa.”
“… Festa…?”
Taehyung gritted his teeth.
“Why are you doing this?”
Seokjin was silent for a moment and then said.
“There is only one place for God.”
“…That’s all?”
"…no."
Seokjin's eyes wavered for a moment.
“But that’s the biggest one.”
He turned around.
“See you soon, Taehyung.”
“…Next time, it’ll hurt a little more.”
As Seokjin disappeared, the study became quiet again.
Taehyung slowly clenched his fist.
“…I mustn’t let that happen again.”
But at the end of those words, there was a very faint
There was something like determination mixed in.
That night.
The sky stopped for a moment in front of Taehyung's room.
Light was leaking out from inside.
“…Aren’t you sleeping…”
The moment he was about to knock, Haneul listened to Taehyung's voice coming from inside.
“…If I run away…it won’t work…”
Sky stood in front of the door for a moment.
And he said quietly.
“…You don’t have to run away.”
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Continued in the next episode >>