Side Story 4 - Apocrypha (4) Secret File, Dark History – 4

Apocrypha (4)

Secret File, Dark History – 4

The Angel smiled, putting well-done black pork belly on Yoo Il-Han’s bowl.

“Eat a lot,” the Angel said.

“Uh, yeah, uh…” Il-Han muttered.

But he ate much slower than usual.

The Angel asked with a worried face.

“What’s wrong? Is it tasteless?”

“No, it tastes great.”

Yoo Il-Han looked around.

Everyone in the restaurant was fixed on him.

To be exact, to the beautiful Angel sitting in front of him. Her wings were gone without a trace, but she was still Angel.

“No, it’s dangerous,” Il-Han warned.

Min Ha-Yul burst into laughter when he forgot to answer casually, but answered seriously.

“Oh, that’s funny… Why are you so serious? My heart flutters.”

After laughing for a while, she said with a faint smile．

“I’m kidding. You don’t know, but everyone will know when I’m out,” Ha-Yul remarked.

“Of course,” Il-Han replied.

“Huh? What does that mean?”

Il-Han just said it was obvious because it was obvious. But Min Ha-Yul glanced at him and latched on.

“You mean I’m so pretty that I get attention?”

“Are you drunk by caffeine? Good night, I’m going,” Il-Han remarked.

“Wait, you… Huh? Why are you going outside?” Ha-Yul asked.

Fortunately, Il-Han threw the empty can into the trash and made a goal. Then, he came out of the hotel.

“I wish you had talked to my friend more.”

The Angel was waiting for him.

“Friend? No.”

“You said that again… You seem to like me very much.”

“Angel is not versatile.”

Yoo Il-Han dismissed Angel’s words with a snort, but the Angel looked at him with a stuffy look.

“What kind of evil creature instilled this stereotype in you? How can you say that when she was glaring at you? She was saying she likes you and asking you out!” the Angel exclaimed.

“Why are you so optimistic about the world? If I make a confession love to her by a can of coffee, all the students will make fun of me. I’m just being smart enough,” Il-Han replied, realizing the bitter truth.

“I’m so worried about your future!”

The Angel was wise in some sense.

It was the devil with the spiky tail that had instilled such a nasty stereotype in him in the distant past.

“Go get the monster. Give me a spear.”

“Whew… Yes. I’ll give you a fishing rod for now.”

“……fishing? Why fishing?”

“Be cautious.”

The Angel said, shining her eyes.

“We’re going to get Moby Dick from now on.”