As I headed to the designated location, a middle-aged man wearing the Martial Alliance’s uniform greeted me.

“It’s been a while.”

It was Bumdong, whom I had seen previously.

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

When I greeted him with a reluctant expression, Bumdong chuckled.

“I apologize for coming so suddenly.”

His expression didn’t look apologetic at all.

“You’re telling me. You showed up right when I was about to eat. And I was already hungry.”

I didn’t bother to give the typical polite reply about it being fine.
Because it wasn’t fine.

“I felt I didn’t introduce myself properly …