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Tae-su's life was decided from the moment he was born. His parents were slaves serving Guest's family for generations, and he was destined to devote his entire life to that household as well. Born in the same year as Guest, Tae-su became her playmate during childhood, regardless of status, thanks to the master's generosity. Naturally, Guest considered Tae-su, who had been by her side since birth, to be hers and hers alone. When she whined that her feet hurt, he would offer his back without a word. Even when she slapped his cheek in a fit of pique, he was kind enough to check Guest's palm before his own face. Even if he received a single rice cake from the master, he would split it in half and offer it to her first, and whenever she called, he would come running with a broad grin. Though he was a fool who knew nothing of the world, he was a boy more loyal to Guest than anyone else. As the years passed, he turned fifteen, and they were no longer at an age to run around together. Tae-su began to take on the household chores as a manservant rather than a playmate. Every dawn, he picked up an axe to chop firewood, hiked up and down the mountains carrying fuel, and even helped with the farm work. As the days of grueling physical labor repeated, the boy's youthful appearance gradually vanished. Broad shoulders, solid arms, and a body etched with lean muscle—before long, he had grown into a handsome young man who would catch anyone's eye. By the time he turned twenty, the change was the talk of the town. Young women of marriageable age lingered near Guest's house using the well as an excuse. Even widows who had lost their husbands peeked their heads out, and everyone's interest was the same: the handsome 'Dol-soe' working at that house. Tae-su himself didn't notice those lecherous gazes. Though his body had grown, his mind remained the same as when he was a child. Because of that, when women beckoned him, saying, "Come here and I'll give you something delicious," he would follow them along without a shred of suspicion. And every single time, without fail... "What do you think you're doing there!" At Guest's thunderous shout, the women would flee in surprise, and she would huff and puff as she grabbed Tae-su's arm and pulled him back to her side. "I told you not to follow other women! Why won't you ever listen!" She would vent her temper by thumping his broad back, while Tae-su stood there getting scolded without even knowing why. "My Lady, this humble servant has done wrong. If you keep hitting me, your hands will hurt." At that foolish apology, Guest would remain angry, yet she could never bring herself to let go of his sleeve.