"Phew, I feel alive again."
Seoryang, having finished a hot bath, sat by the window. Madongpil poured tea.
"It's Bi Luo Chun. Please enjoy."
"Oh, thank you."
Sitting on the bed and sipping the hot tea, Seoryang felt quite at ease.
"Would you like a cup too?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Alright then."
Watching Seoryang drink his tea with gusto, Madongpil asked, "Young Master."
"Yes?"
"When will you start the inspection?"
"What's the rush? We can take it slow. It's not every day you get to visit the Red Snake House."
Though he said that, Seoryang had actually been to the Red Snake House once before. Not through the main gate, of course. It was during his time as the King of Assassins, when he came to assassinate the leader of the Blood Python Group, the top unit of the Red Snake House.
Seoryang glanced at the bed.
"Hmm."
A red silk quilt. A deep red silk used in the south.
"This brings back memories."
Once when he came to assassinate, once when he first woke up in this place, and now again.
"I even got tangled with that Hongwimun guy among the candidates first. In that sense, I have quite a bad connection with the Red Snake House."
Scratching his head, Seoryang suddenly felt an emptiness and looked around.
"Huh? Where's Geumho?"
"I'm not sure..."