Seoul Object Story

An old man was slowly walking down the hallway of the research center, making regular noises with his cane. Behind the old man, many men with association badges and suits trailed.

The president of the Korean Object Association, Oh Muryong, suddenly appeared at the Sehee Research Center.

Watching the president appear with a crowd of people, Yerin whispered to Sehee in a small voice

“What is going on, Sehee Unnie?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s probably related to the Golden Reaper appearing in Mapo-gu?”

Even the always optimistic Sehee looked a little worried. It was understandable for her to be worried since snack pinwheels appeared in Mapo-gu while the Golden Reapers were spreading mind corruption around.

The Sehee Research Institute members, including Sehee, greeted Oh Muryong, who had come close to them, but Oh he just ignored them and passed by without even looking at them.

The moment Sehee made a bewildered expression at Oh Muryong’s action, the person who said he was the secretary of the association president spoke to her.

“Hello. Director Lee Sehee of the Sehee Research Institute.”

The man gave her a polite greeting and handed over his business card and started talking as soon as she received the business card. What came out from his mouth was a story related to Mapo-gu and the Golden Reaper.

It was a story that she had expected to be discussed, but she still found it a little strange. Usually, when there was a problem of one kind or another, the association would send an official document to ask them to attend a hearing at a certain date in the association. If it was a little serious, something like a search and seizure would be conducted.

However, the person who said he was the secretary of the association president did not ask for responsibility at all, but instead gave her some kind of compliments. For some reason, it seemed like he was wasting time by listing meaningless words.

Furthermore, the association president, as if this kind of business talk had nothing to do with him, left everything to his secretary and stood a little distance away, looking at the courtyard indifferently.

If he was going to do that, why did he come here in person?

However, Sehee thought it was understandable if he had come to see the cute mini-reapers.

However, judging from the unusually fierce reactions of the emotionally sensitive Mini Reapers, it seemed that he did not come to see them.

The association president who came for no reason and the secretary who wasted time with meaningless words…

It felt like they had another purpose.

After looking at the courtyard for a while, Oh Muryong banged his cane on the marble floor loudly and slowly started to turn around.

“Director Lee Sehee. Thank you for your cooperation despite our sudden visit.”

The secretary, who had been talking about taxes and association subsidies, quickly finished his story and started to follow Oh Muryong.

What on earth was going on?

Sehee turned his gaze toward the courtyard that Oh Muryong was looking at out of curiosity, but the courtyard was just filled with Mini Reapers walking around.