"You are about to marry the most beautiful woman in our world. What more could you possibly want?" Baek Tung said, his voice tinged with frustration.
Dmitry noticed the bitterness in Baek Tung's words, as though there was something stuck in his throat.
"Oh! So you like her, don't you?" Dmitry asked.
"No, the lady is too much for me. What I'm saying is that you'll be near the Lord every day, and I'm sure you'll learn his techniques. That really irritates me," Baek Tung replied.
"Ahh! So you're jealous of the Emperor, not his daughter. I understand. If you're a good fighter, maybe I'll teach you when I learn them," Dmitry said.
"It would be an honor, future Lord," Baek Tung responded.
Baek Tung received a message informing him that various points around the world were showing strange signs of spatial distortion, making him realize their time was running out.
