"One win and two draws—I'd say that's not bad at all."

"This European training camp was a success."

Myeong-cheol Park and Gu-taek Song, who had watched the final evaluation match in Spain, spoke to Hyeong-sik U with delighted expressions.

Hyeong-sik U seemed to feel the same way; he could not hide his joy as he replied.

"I'm just relieved we posted better results than the last training camp."

Hyeong-sik U, Head of the Support Committee, wiped away the cold sweat that had beaded on his forehead and went on.

"If we'd put up an unsatisfactory result this time too, I was worried about how we'd manage once we got back to Korea. Our opponents in the evaluation matches were a rung below in overall strength, but even so, I can't tell you how relieved I am."

"Indeed. It would have been wonderful if it had been Spain or Italy instead of Tunisia or Turkey."

"How on earth could we beat Spain and Italy? I don't even hope for that much."

Hyeong-sik U and the others let their smiles bloom over the satisfying result as they traded remarks.

Just then, the DN Group employee who had come along with Gu-taek Song to the support committee approached.

He begged the group's pardon and then, in a low voice, spoke to Gu-taek Song.

Gu-taek Song nodded and conveyed his apologies to Hyeong-sik U and the others.

"I'm sorry. Word came from head office, and it seems I'll have to step away."

"That's a shame. I'd meant for all of us to have a drink before we leave for Korea tomorrow, since everyone's worked so hard."

"Please start without me. I'll check on things and try to join you afterward."

"Shall we do that, then?"

Just as Hyeong-sik U was saying he supposed they would, this time an employee from Mirae Group came looking for them.

The man explained to Myeong-cheol Park why he had come, and once Park had heard him out, he turned to Hyeong-sik U with a troubled expression.

"Committee Head. I'm sorry. It looks like I'll have to go as…