Shin Yuwol's [Sword Empress's POV]
"I-Is that okay?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of eagerness.
"Well, you've already seen it. It's just us here—what's the point of hiding? It's not like my face wears out from being seen, or like it's smeared with honey."
It might not wear out, but I couldn't fully agree about the honey part. There was a sweetness to it—like nectar drawing bees, his face had a pull that tugged at reason.
Oh. Is that what she meant?
Suddenly, his master's warning clicked. If he'd gone around uncovered, he'd have been swarmed by trouble—especially women. Back when he met Soyeon, he hadn't been hiding his face…
…A wise one, indeed.
I silently paid respects to his unnamed master.
"So, should I show you?" he asked. "If you want to see, just say it. It's my first time chatting with someone who knows my face out here."
"…No one else has seen it besides me?"
"I don't think so. Oh, but there's one person I promised to show."
Flinch.
