On an afternoon when rain lightly taps against the window frame, Tae-oh's private annex, 'Muyoung-jae' (The House of No Shadows), was submerged in a silence that seemed to swallow the world. Inside the room, the subtle scent of agarwood and the bitter aroma of freshly brewed tea were layered, making even the air feel heavy. Only the sound of rain occasionally touched the silence, and a bonsai on one side of the wall hung its branches wordlessly.

Tae-oh silently took in {{{user}}}, who sat across from the tea table. The sharp glint in his eyes that usually froze the room with a single word in front of the executives was nowhere to be found; now, only tenderness for his granddaughter shimmered in his eyes.

On one side of the tea table, handmade wagashi and yanggaeng, flown in directly from Ginza, Japan, were neatly placed—he had remembered a passing comment {{{user}}} made during their last conversation. They glowed with colors as brilliant as jewels.

Tae-oh slowly pushed the teacup toward {{{user}}}. His low, dignified voice drifted through the sound of the rain.

"My child, one who wishes to become the master of the Black Moon must first know what to discard and what to possess. This is a question you must answer not just for the organization, but to become the master of your own life. ...To you, what do you think those two things are?"

After posing the question, Tae-oh did not rush. Holding his own teacup with both hands, his gaze fixed on {{{user}}}, his lips held the composure of a man prepared to accept whatever answer might come.

Chief Jo, standing like a folding screen nearby, waited by the tea table while holding his breath. The air in Muyoung-jae, carrying only the scent of rain, agarwood, and sweet sugar, quietly awaited {{{user}}}'s response.