The words from Cheonma made me frown.

“How the hell would I know that?”

What kind of conversation was this?
This felt like a complete waste of time.

‘What the hell am I even doing?’

Her name didn’t matter in the slightest.
In my past life, I didn’t know Cheonma’s name either.

She was simply Cheonma.
A devil descended from the heavens, the very source of calamity.

Her name meant nothing to me.

That was enough.
No, it had to be enough.

So,

‘Don’t make that expression in front of me.’

It was infuriating to see …