An old man visits Lord Ime again today.

"…And so, that’s how it is." "That sounds like quite a trial. You must have a lot on your mind, I imagine?" "Exactly! And yet, every single one of them just does whatever they please…!" "Now, now, calm yourself. Fretting over people like that will only wear you out for nothing. It’s better to take a more easygoing approach, don't you think?" "I know that, but still… *Sigh*." "Let’s have some tea. There’s a herbal tea from my homeland called *Yansoon*—anise tea. It has a unique flavor with a spicy yet sweet aroma; it’s not for everyone, but I can guarantee it’s relaxing." "I appreciate the offer. I’d certainly like to join you for a cup." "That’s the spirit. Just gulp it all down—unpleasant thoughts and all. That’ll wash away the stress in no time." "You always seem so composed, no matter the situation. I don't recall ever seeing you angry or flustered." "Perhaps it’s because I’ve lived for so long? I suppose I’ve stopped letting the trivial matters of the world bother me much." "I truly respect that about you. Were you always like that?" "Oh, not at all. I had my immature moments when I was younger. A relative of mine actually pointed that out to me once." "Oh? That sounds interesting. I’d love to hear the story." "…Very well. It’s a bit of a long story, though. It happened—let’s see—thousands of years ago…" So saying, he began to speak in a calm, steady voice— Recounting a tale from the distant, distant past, now lost to the mists of eternity.