Seojun stepped closer to the center of the clearing. His footsteps were light, barely making a sound against the moss-covered stone beneath him.
In the middle of the hilltop, a girl was swinging a wooden sword through the air. Her movements were smooth but strong. Each strike had power behind it, as if she was fighting someone only she could see.
"Areum Jung," Seojun called calmly.
At the sound of his voice, Areum flinched. She spun around quickly, her eyes widening for a second—but then she jumped back, Her feet slid into a firm stance, and her eyes locked on him with suspicion.
"You!" she shouted sharply. "You came back again?! How many times do we need to tell your boss we're not selling this island!"
Seojun blinked, caught off guard. "I'm not with them, I'm from—"
