A librarian rushed and brought tea, but Kang Yoon-Soo shook his head and said, “Alcohol.”

“We don’t have that here,” the chief librarian replied while unpacking the backpack he had spent all night packing.

Then, Kang Yoon-Soo suddenly got up from the sofa and walked toward the cupboard where the tea leaves were being kept. He opened one of the tea boxes and found a small bottle of alcohol.

The chief librarian asked in shock, “That is our hidden stash, but how do you know about it?”

Kang Yoon-Soo just responded by silently pouring the alcohol into his teacup. The librarians were upset by his rude demeanor, but the chief librarian waved his hands and told them to back off. The librarians withdrew, and the chief librarian sat on the sofa across from Kang Yoon-Soo.

“That book, please give it to us,” the chief librarian said.

“I don’t want to,” Kang Yoon-Soo replied.

“That book originally belonged to the library,” the chief librarian protested.

“It’s mine now,” Kang Yoon-Soo replied.

The chief librarian had always thought that books and people were very much different. He was very adept and confident when it came to books, but he was not that good at reading people. However, the current situation he was facing was somewhat strange for him. Even he, who was very bad at reading people, could tell at one glance what kind of person the young man in front of him was—this young man was a troublemaker and a headache.

The chief librarian furrowed his brow and said in a low, threatening tone, “Isn’t it written on that book as well? The Epics of the Ancient Heroes,...