Late night.

The Catholic Church of the Hundred Thousands.

There, a middle-aged man with anti-white-haired hair was playing with a beautiful girl who looked about five years old.

“Carrr.”

The girl continued to laugh how much fun it was.

The middle-aged man of Ban Baek liked that girl\'s reaction with a bright face.

The name of the middle-aged man of Banbaek is Cheon Yoojong.

He is the father and father of Cheonyeon Eun, who drank from the current Pope.

“I\'m getting dizzy. ”

After playing for a long time, Yooseong, the Catholic Church, quickly put the girl down, saying that she was dizzy.

“Ghost, are you all right? ”

The girl\'s name is the Holy Spirit.

Her second wife, the Queen Army, was a better late daughter.

“I\'m dizzy.”

In the words of the spirit, Yooseong shook his head.

“That\'s why my grandfather asked me to do it properly. Neither is he.”

“Hing.”

Horses seem to have a lot of love for trees and honey in the way they look at her.

At that moment, I heard the voice of the servant outside the door.

“Your Holiness, the Pope is here. ”

“Is the bishop here? Listen up.”

“Yes, I understand. ”

The spirit glanced at his face from the arms of Heavenly Yooseong and asked.

“Why do you look like that when you talk about your dad? ”

Such spiritual questions made the expression of Cheon Yoo Jong strange.

He said the way he looked at her was more accurate than anyone else.

When she asked, he smiled softly and said.

“That\'s because this old man is always sorry for your father. ”

“Are you always sorry? ”

A spirit that tilts its head with its eyes wide open.

Then he stroked her head.

Bloop!

At that time, the door opened and Lady Chun entered the room.

“Daddy!”

The spirit ran to the thousand-year-old woman and held her in its arms.

Such a spirit was hugged as if she were a fool.

“Our spirit. Did you have a good time with Grandpa? ”

“Woof. My grandfather read me a book earlier and gave me a ride! You play better than my dad. ”

The spirit boasted.

He was a child who really liked his grandfather, Chon Yoo Jong.

“That would have been nice. But it\'s late, so Grandpa needs to rest and our spirit needs to sleep. ”

“Ugh. I want to play more. ”

She stroked her head as she struggled, saying,

“Supreme Court.”

Bloop!

Behind him appeared a man wearing a mask with a unique symbol.

It was Maracum the Great.

“Cheech.”

As soon as the spirit saw the Great Barrier, she snorted and took her hands cutely to her waist.

It was an act to show that he was upset.

Maracum\'s wrinkled eyes, visible through the mask, painted the crescent moon.

“Miss, it\'s time to snore. ”

“No! No! I\'m gonna play with the mortgage. ”

Tak!

“Tsk!”

Maracum shrugs her and rides her on his shoulders.

Then my cheeks twitched and I liked the spirit that came out screaming like when.

He was a child who really liked horses.

“Then I\'ll take you to your room. ”

“Please.”

“I\'ll be going, miss. Booooo.”

“Carrr.”

Dealing with children is a familiar great law of Marahab.

I gladly watched as the spirits liked to leave.

The room became quiet after the two of them left.

The awkward flow of air broke the silence of the room.

Zec!

The millennium reaches out and pulls something out of the shadow of the blazing fire.

It was a bottle and two glasses made of jade.

I told Cheon Yoo-jong, who is my father.

“Would you like a drink? ”

“...... That\'s a good idea. ”

An awkward response from Yooseong.

He stared at him bluntly and placed a bottle and glass on the table.

The drink that started that way continued into the night.

A smile was on the faces of the two rich people who were crossing the cup as they were living in silence.

End

it\'s mid-Jung.