I stood with the Four Great Evildoers, gazing at the newly transformed Ja-Ha Guest House.

“The third one really pulled it off. Shaking down the underworld and using that money to become a landlord? The real villain is right here, and Alliance Leader Im is completely mistaken.”

That was the Lecher’s comment as he looked at the guest house.

I didn’t bother denying it. It was the truth. Even to my eyes, the Ja-Ha Guest House looked far better than it used to.

It wasn’t overly flashy, nor was it devoid of taste.

Touches of violet had been painted in various places, subtly coloring the overall atmosphere. As we admired the nearly finished guest house, Monk Dong-su asked innocently,

“Is this really yours, Lord Zaha? Now that I see it, the sign says Ja-Ha Guest House.”

“It used to be a shabby, tiny inn, but some bastards burned it down.”

“And then?”

“I rebuilt it even more extravagantly with their money. If anyone smashes it again, I’ll wring them dry and build it even bigger. Might turn into a castle someday. Let’s go in.”

Who would’ve thought having a place to receive guests would make me this happy?

I led the Four Great Evildoers and Monk Dong-su into the guest house, then looked up at the sky beyond the familiar hill I often stared at.

The sky seen from the old, rundown inn and the sky seen from the newly built Ja-Ha Guest House—there wasn’t much difference between the two.

I had deliberately returned to Ilyang County without going back to the Martial Alliance. Now that Mulungja was dead, there was no need to be in Juksan anymore. Truthfully, I didn’t kill Mulungja for the bounty.

After all, I’ve got more money than the Alliance Leader who lives off monthly pay.

I simply removed one of Im Sobek’s many worries.

When I went up to the second floor, fortunately, junior sister Hong-shin appeared, looking surprised as she greeted me.

“Senior Brother, you’re here.”

“Yeah. I brought some guests. Where’s Brother Deuk-soo?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Tell him we’ve got company. What about Seong-tae?”