"What do you mean the King is going to die?!" Jun-Ho and Shin cried out together in astonishment, thinking perhaps they must have heard wrong.
Meanwhile, Kim Jong-Seo remained quiet, carefully watching Yoon-Yi as her expression changed from shock to utter panic. Her face paled and she kept wringing her hands in her lap, not even realizing her legs were aching after sitting in a kneeling position for so long. Without replying, or apparently even hearing the two men shouting, she muttered to herself, deep in a trance.
"I am sure it was the year 1452, but it can't be that. He is not supposed to be killed, not as far as I remember. What happens then? Ugh, why can't I remember properly?!" She huffed in frustration, until a sudden touch on her shoulder jerked her out of her mumblings.
