Se-Jun slowly stopped walking.
An old man approached him with a gentle smile.
"Take some rest."
Se-Jun bowed respectfully.
As he turned—
He spotted Hye-jin behind him…
Completely drenched.
Hair messy. Clothes soaked.
She looked like a wet raccoon dragging two heavy suitcases.
Se-Jun stepped forward.
"Let me help—"
Hye-jin snapped instantly, still catching her breath.
"No. I don't need your help, Mr. Shaman—"
THUD!
A light smack landed on her head.
"Ouch—!"
She turned, shocked.
"…Grandpa?!"
Gyu-seok stood there, unimpressed.
"What kind of tone is that?"
Then his gaze shifted to Se-Jun.
Se-Jun immediately stepped forward and bowed.
"Hello, Mr. Gyu-seok."
Gyu-seok's expression softened.
"Thank you for coming… Il-sung."
Se-Jun gave a calm, composed nod fully in character.
From behind—
"Come fast, honey!"
Hye-jin's parents rushed in.
Hye-jin sighed.
"Why is everyone here… Grandpa, don't stress yourself—"
Gyu-seok brushed past her.
He turned to Se-Jun and handed over documents.
"Il-sung… this land is under my name now. But my father had two wives… my step-brother's side once owned it legally."
He paused.
"I gave them another land long ago… but now they want this place—for a factory."
Se-Jun glanced at the papers.
Nodded slowly.
"As per the rules—"
"Sorry, brother Gyu-seok!"
A voice cut through.
Everyone turned.
A man stood at the entrance.
Sang-Ook.
Gyu-seok's stepbrother.
Hye-jin peeked outside, eyes narrowing.
Sang-Ook walked straight in—
Then suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Se-Jun.
"I'm sorry!" he cried.
"My son's actions were a sin!"
Se-Jun froze for a split second.
Hye-jin, behind him, subtly gestured—continue the act.
Se-Jun straightened.
Silent. Mysterious.
Sang-Ook stood up and handed documents to Gyu-seok.
"It's my fault, hyung… forgive me."
Gyu-seok blinked, confused.
"I-it's… fine?"
Sang-Ook bowed once more to Se-Jun—
Then left.
Outside, he got into his car.
Joon-ho sat beside him, tense.
"Dad… what did you just do?"
The car drove off.
Back inside—
Hye-jin looked around.
"So… all done?"
Her mom blinked.
"I think so…?"
Gyu-seok stood proudly.
"See? I told you. We needed a divine sign for our land!"
Hye-jin forced a smile.
"Yeah… thank god…"
Then quickly turned—
"So I think Mr. Il-sung will be leaving tomorrow—"
"No!" Gyu-seok cut in instantly.
"He must stay until the village festival."
"Grandpa—"
Ignored.
Gyu-seok held Se-Jun's hands warmly.
"You may be a shaman… but I see you as my grandson."
His voice softened.
"You've done something big for me. Please stay."
Se-Jun hesitated—
Then nodded.
"…I'll stay."
Gyu-seok beamed.
"Good! Good!"
He walked out, satisfied.
Hye-jin's father followed, helping him.
Before leaving, he bowed respectfully to Se-Jun.
Hye-jin's mom turned.
"How long are you staying?"
"Until things settle," Hye-jin replied.
Her mom nodded, then left.
The car stopped in front of a massive house.
His wife approached.
"Is everything okay?"
Joon-ho spoke, frustrated.
"He handed over the documents… to that old man… and that 'shaman.'"
Sang-Ook raised a hand.
"Don't react too fast."
Joon-ho frowned.
"…What do you mean?"
Sang-Ook sat down calmly.
Sang-Ook leaned back.
A slow, dangerous smile formed.
"Right now… everyone sees him as a god."
A pause.
His eyes darkened.
"…which means…"
"He just messed with the wrong people."