"Then, I'll see you at the meeting. Kiyoung oppa, Hayan-ssi."
I felt a slight resentment towards Lee Jihye for leaving in such a heavy atmosphere. Jung Hayan didn't look all that good.
Fortunately, she didn't seem like she was in the mood to kill anyone, but the look of defeat on her face didn't seem like it would go away anytime soon.
"The trimming's c-crooked, oppa..."
'It's not crooked.'
"Ah... I think it's fine."
"No. It's crooked. 1-I'll fix it."
"Ah... Yeah... Thank you, Hayan."
She had just now realized the difference between Lee Jihye and herself.
Unlike she, who had come just to show off how she looked, Lee Jihye had made sure to take care of me, so she must be feeling inferior.
Of course, I was not a child, and I didn't find any reason for women to act as pure housewives.
If Kim Hyunsung were the one to stand on the podium today, it would have been me who'd be fussing over him to make sure he looked good. I certainly wouldn't put makeup on him, but I would definitely make sure he had on the right clothes and the correct disposition.
As she the representative agent among the representatives, Lee Jihye's behavior was quite normal. The problem was Jung Hayan, who had no choice but to accept all of this. Lee Jihye's snide remarks all throughout must have gotten to her.
'Because it's true...'
At this point, she'd forgotten all about Lee Jihye saving my life, for the nervousness was evident on her face.=
"T-there's some dust here."
"Ah. Thank you, Hayan."
"There is something on your head, o-oppa..."
Perhaps she was more affected than I thought, as she continued to smother me. Seeing her tear-filled eyes, I felt a sense of discomfort, as I knew she was on the verge of crying.
Jung Hayan was blaming herself. It shouldn't have been Lee Jihye who could take care of me, but her, who came from the same guild as I did. I personally would prefer Jihye handling things over her, but I, of course, wouldn't tell her that.
"I've been b-busy since morning. I was also preparing... I would take care of you if I had the time. Because of what you told me to do, I f-forgot..."
'It's okay. You don't have to explain, Hayan...'
"No. It's okay. I can see how hard you've worked. Seeing how pretty you look makes me happy too."
If Jung Hayan knew everything that Lee Jihye had handled, she would bow her head in shame.
Unlike Jung Hayan, who only ran a very simple errand, Lee Jihye was not only manipulating the masses in Lindel, manipulating the media, and managing a personal network within the castle, she was also defending me.
However, what I wanted from Jung Hayan was not Lee Jihye's role.
Each one of them had their own role to do.
"Jung Hayan is doing well. You don't have to worry about too many things."
She only needed to be patient as she was now, and to grow up as she had done so until now.
This was not yet the stage for the out-of-standard great mage.
"O-oppa..."
'This is the stage for my soulmate and!
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Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 1)
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