Was this for real?

The woman who'd come in calling for her dad threw me completely.

She'd thrown a white shirt over faded jeans, and one look told you she was a stunner.

Her looks didn't belong in a neighborhood like this.

She was tall like a model, slim in a way that suited her height, with her hair pulled back in a tight tie.

Her skin was lightly tanned, and her face was a slim oval.

Her eyes had some attitude in them, and with that high-bridged nose, she wasn't someone you'd casually walk up to.

Anyone could see she was a Korean-made elf.

Early thirties, roughly.

In her teens—and until pretty recently, I'd bet—she must have turned every head.

Her kind of style was rare even in the middle of Gangnam.

But she felt familiar somehow, like I'd seen her somewhere.

"Dad, are you okay? Where are those punk bastards? You didn't get hurt, did you? Nothing happened, right?"

"How'd you know to come?"

"Mi-suk, the lady at the factory next door, called and told me."

"As you can see, I'm fine."

"Dad..."

Her eyes welled up as she said "Dad."

I was a little confused.

There was no way the dwarf president's daughter could be an elf.

Even if genes could evolve in a single leap, I couldn't picture a gap that extreme.

"What do you think, Tae-san? Pretty, isn't she? She used to be a big deal in modeling—made magazine covers~."

So she was a model I'd seen in some magazine.

President Im Hae-ryong's eyes overflowed with pride as he showed off his daughter.

"But who's this?"

The elf noona eyed me warily.

"He's the one who saved me."

"Saved you?"

"He came to the factory to buy goods and snapped those gangsters' wrists like twigs and ran them off."

"R-really?"

Wide-eyed like that, she looked cute, whatever her age.

"She doesn't look like me, does she? She takes after my wife, that's why she's pretty~."

President Im kept right on praising his daughter.

"How old are you?"

The elf noona suddenly asked my age.

"Twenty…