“May the deceased rest in peace.”
After placing flowers and burning incense, Yoon Chang-ho raised his head. He had come to the funeral hall with only one secretary accompanying him. Before the others' attention could focus on him, I led him to the reception room.
“I thought you wouldn’t be able to come.”
“With Chairman Cheon passing away, how could I not come? I had to see him off on his final journey.”
“Thank you, Chairman.”
As Yoon Chang-ho began his full-fledged campaign for the presidency, he had to watch his every step. That was why I had thought he wouldn’t come. I knew he was only offering empty words, but I was still glad he had visited.
“By the way, why haven’t I seen Boss Cheon Su-man?”
Yoon Chang-ho’s question left me speechless. When I failed to answer right away, he seemed to have guessed the situation and shook his head.
“It’s not as though you failed to contact him. I suppose he hasn’t come.”
“······He’ll be here soon.”
“Tsk. What a man.”
Yoon Chang-ho clicked his tongue lightly and changed the subject.
“I was surprised to hear that you returned from Pyongyang ahead of schedule.”
“I wanted to be there for my grandfather’s final moments.”
“That’s understandable. The problem is whether you can really travel back and forth between the South and the North so freely.”