"Master."
Hyunsuk clasped his hand and bowed before Lith, speaking in a monotonous voice. His voice even rivaled Sylvia's that had not a single ounce of emotion behind it.
"Hyunsuk, hold onto my shoulder. Make sure to not leave it."
Lith instructed and faced the remnant will.
Hyunsuk nodded in understanding and extended his hand up to hold onto his shoulder. But, he was unable to.
"Master, bend over."
"…" Lith
"…" Sylvia
Lith turned around and saw Hyunsuk's hand was indeed not able to reach his shoulder. He was short, around 175 cm or 180 cm.
Rubbing his temples, Lith wondered whether Hyunsuk had no common sense or whether it was just him who had a dirty mind.
In any case, he didn't say anything to Hyunsuk and said, "Hold onto my waist instead."
Hyunsuk grabbed a handful of Lith's non-existent love handles. The grip wasn't good because there was barely any fat there.
