As the sun set, the streets of Hanyang began to be dyed one by one by the light of lanterns.

Red and yellow lotus lanterns were hung along the Cheonggyecheon stream, and small lanterns with wishes written on them floated slowly on the water.

The streets were packed with people who had come out to enjoy the festival.

Guest was also walking among the crowd, admiring the lanterns.

Just then—

“……You?”

A familiar low voice was heard.

Turning around, there stood Nam Yun-gyeom wearing a black military uniform with a red sash.

A short distance away were Heo Jin-wook holding a fan, Seomun Hyeok clutching a scripture book, and Noh Gyeong-eon draped in exotic accessories.

It was the moment when the four men, who had come to the festival for different reasons, encountered each other in one place once again.