The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

"First of all, one thing is certain."

Yoo Seong-Woon concluded.

"There was no malice in Gio."

"What kind of narrow-minded comment is that from a guardian defending their child, Yoo Seong-Woon, the curator?"

"Please, don't say it like that. It gives me the chills."

Seong-Woon shuddered at Bisa Beul's thoughtless nonsense.

"You wouldn’t be saying such nonsense in front of Gio, would you?"

It was hard to act casually in front of someone with such an enormous and vast aura.

Only someone familiar with the source, like Seong-Woon, could remain this composed. There were still many staff members who couldn't even speak properly when facing Gio.

Seeing Seong-Woon's demeanor, Bisa Beul asked in a subtle tone.

"Do you really think I wouldn’t act like this in front of him?"

"...Damn it, just stop thinking about seeing Gio forever. Do you understand?"