“Hm?”
Un Geom frowned, dragged from sleep by a sliver of bright light piercing through his window.
These brats.
The laws of Mount Wol were strict. In the old days, a disciple was bound to rise before their teacher, wake him, and prepare his breakfast.
Times had changed, and such doctrines had softened. Still, it was customary for a disciple to come with morning greetings. But today, no one came.
“Haaaah. These kids.”
Give them an inch, and
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