Fiancé? Him? Really?

Artis, watching the show like a bored god toying with mortals, just smirked and clapped Hajin on the back—hard enough to make him stumble forward.

"No problem, brother."

He said, grinning like he'd just saved Hajin from a fate worse than death.

"But let me ask you something. Why the fuck are you using that tiny axe to hack away at that big log?"

He motioned to the comically small axe in Hajin's hand, which was doing about as much damage to the wood as a wet noodle slapping a brick wall.

Hajin froze. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"H-Ha, that… uh…"

He scratched the back of his head, looking like a guy caught jacking off in a confession booth.

"That's because my boss told me to use the small axe to… uh… cut the log faster."

Artis blinked.

"Faster?"

"Yeah…"

Hajin laughed awkwardly. "Apparently, the smaller axe makes the work quicker."

A long, painful silence.