Chapter 200: In the city, flowers bloom; at the gate, the moon flows (5)
“Would you help me kill the commander of the knight order?”
No matter what the reward was, he had no intention of staining his blade with blood for some gangster. That wasn’t what he’d gained his power for.
Especially if the target was Sancho’s superior.
Yeomyeong replied that he had no interest in taking part in some crime syndicate’s coup. Sancho gave a bitter smile—and began to tell a story.
The story of a director abandoned by the world, decades ago.
And when that story ended, Yeomyeong couldn’t say a single word.
Was it because he’d never read anything like it in a textbook? Or because he genuinely sympathized with the man’s misfortune?
Even Yeomyeong didn’t know. Instead of a flat-out refusal, he simply said he’d think about it.
Sancho didn’t push further. All he said was to please give it some real thought.
And so, as Yeomyeong left the hotel room, his head was a mess of tangled thoughts.
Writer. Player. Director. Protagonist.