Baek-Hyeon's smile faded as his expression shifted to a taut, serious one, looking down at Korain with his divine, golden irises, "...What're you implying, Korain?"
"I'm implying that something isn't right about you. I have a certain sense for this kind of thing–I can almost smell it: the dishonesty, the facade, the paper-thin veil of benevolence. In reality, you're–"
"Korain."
The mix-colored haired man was stopped in his words by another voice–a commanding tone that even he stopped to listen to.
"Leader?" Korain looked to the side.
Standing by the stairwell that led to the higher floors, the silver-haired leader of Gangcheori stood with a tight expression, adjusting his glasses as he walked towards the two.
"What's the meaning of this? This is no time for quarrels," Dae-Seong told him.
Korain unhanded Baek-Hyeon begrudgingly, looking at the leader, who was already dressed in his snow-white armor with his greatsword on his back.
"But…!" Korain tried to explain.