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"......Ahem! Why are you all looking at me like that?"
He seemed eager to assert his confidence. He puffed out his chest and slightly pushed out his belly, trying to appear dignified. However, the gazes of the four people watching him remained unchanged.
The expression on Seoryang's face, who had been snorting at them, gradually became awkward.
"Anyway, I caught him, didn't I? That's what matters, right? Isn't that so, Lord Wonju?"
He looked at Soyunshim. Soyunshim turned her head slightly.
"Um... Ah! Master Wi! You, of all people, should understand. You can see I'm not crazy. I'm completely different from you, right?"
He looked at Wihongryeon. Wihongryeon snorted.
"That guy! Ah, right. Dongpil would understand me..."
His face turned miserable as he looked at Madongpil. He seemed to be trying to understand the young master, but his face was twisted in a strange way, as if it didn't go as planned.
"What did I do wrong?! Why? Is it because I treated that bastard too cruelly? Is it because I laughed while beating him? Why are you all looking at me like that?!"
"Third Young Master."
"Why!"
Gogu pointed at Jiyeonghyeon with his finger. Jiyeonghyeon, who had collapsed, was tightly bound with chains made of golden iron.
"Look at his face."
"What's wrong with his face!"
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