When he grabbed a bread knife and swung it to Han Joon's neck, Radia was almost in a delirious rage.
They had been weaving dreams of making a guild together, a safe space for them, for Bassena, for Shin. It didn't even matter if no one else became members. They worked on that promise right after they got their license, raiding dungeons so they had the qualifications for building one.
How many times had Radia talked about the future, and how many times had Joon promised that future? They still talked about it a week before Han Joon suddenly announced he would enter the military instead.
After three years of sweet talking, night after night of promise, that announcement uttered dryly and nonchalantly felt like an ultimate betrayal.
No one betrayed Radia Mallarc.
