I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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Luzel, who was watching me and Luke, sighed lightly and opened the small refrigerator in the corner.

"Take this."

I reflexively accepted what was thrown lightly. What was caught in the palm was a can of cold soda. Luzel, who threw a drink at Ha Tae-heon in the same way she did for me, put her arm on the mysterious machine.

"I'll call you when it's finished, so take a break until then. Maybe the room on the right has some space?"

"Alright."

Upon entering the room on the right, which had been covered with piles of objects, a small lounge room appeared with a place to step on.

Ha Tae-heon, who grabbed my shoulder and sat me on the sofa, put down a drink on the table and said.

"If you are still sleepy, sleep more. I'll wake you up later."

"I'm not."

Apparently, Ha Tae-heon was worried about how much I slept. In fact, although the sleep time was short enough to barely make up for four hours, I declined with a smile because I wasn't tired enough to sleep in a place like this.

"I am fine. Besides, I don't think it will take as long as Luzel said."

"Then let's talk."

Suddenly talk? I became nervous. I wondered if I should just pretend to sleep peacefully.

With an awkward smile on my face at the unexpected suggestion, I slowly rolled my eyes and Ha Tae-heon sat down on the sofa opposite me, his black eyes shone sharply.

"Don't look for a place to run away."

"Haha..."

Damn it. He was quick to catch on. I rubbed the corners of my hardened lips.

"It's not run away. I'm just looking around. But suddenly, what kind of talking..."

"What will you do after you arrive in China? Are you going straight to the Prophet?"

Aa. What else to talk about. Ha Tae-heon was the person who would guide me to the place where the Prophet was, of course, he would be curious about it. I relaxed a bit and answered.

"I think it will depend on the situation. I don't know how far is."

"What if it's close?"

"Then I have to go right away. It's not even a situation where we can relax, is it?"

I didn't know what he meant to ask an obvious question. I calmly observed Ha Tae-heon's condition. I felt it from the last time, but every time he talked about the Prophet after his visit to China, he seemed a bit uneasy.

'In that case...'

A few days ago, I remembered a phone call with Ha Tae-heon, who had just returned from China. The voice that seemed like he wasn't uneasy. I asked with a frown on my forehead.

"Ha Tae-heon-ssi. Did something happen in China?"

"......"

"If the Prophet said something strange..."

This time, Ha Tae-heon avoided my gaze.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Every time you talk about the Prophet, you look upset."

"It's just your imagination."

Who would believe that.

"When we talked on the phone, too."