…but why did this man, who said he just woke up from sleep, have such a dark complexion?

“It’s neither a late wake-up nor a nap… damn it, I fainted watching the sunrise and only just managed to get up now. That damn guy…”

He spoke in a deeply exhausted voice, snarling curses almost to himself. Suddenly, Jeong Tae-ui recalled the man’s companion—the tall German-speaking man he’d heard was his superior.

Tae-ui’s expression immediately darkened.

Now that he thought about it, this man had a terrible superior. Someone who dragged his subordinates on vacation just to work them, forcing the seasick subordinate to come by boat alone, cold and harsh in attitude. Even—perhaps the root of all that cruelty—that superior was a man who hated Asians. No wonder he had looked so displeased upon seeing Tae-ui, an Asian, here.

Tae-ui looked at the man with great sympathy.

Just having such a cruel superior was pitiable enough, but if that superior was a racist, it was certain the man suffered irrational and unjust treatment. After all, how common was it to have a superior who dragged subordinates on vacation just to work them?