Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Two days later—just another ordinary day.

The weather was as usual. Autumn had settled in, and winter was slowly creeping closer.

I walked with a more composed pace than usual.

For the record, I hadn’t spoken with Moyong Hee-ah since the incident.

I tried to approach her, but Moyong Hee-ah refused to meet. Her avoidance was so clear that I even sought out her relative, the White Lotus Sword, to speak on my behalf.

[Hmm... This is beyond even me.]

Even the White Lotus Sword, who acted far less mature than her age suggested, raised her hands in surrender.

This situation was starting to weigh on my mind.

‘Looks like I really messed up this time.’

It didn’t seem like something that would pass as a minor grudge.

What should I do? How could I resolve this mess?

Everyone aware of the situation was against me, so there was no doubt that I was in the wrong.