Hansa's questions were thus:
"Lord, how must I question space?"
"With an age, a maid may clean a princess's estate five million times," spoke YISUN.
"Lord, how then may I question time?"
"A princess's folly of a moment takes a maid a week to clean up after." YISUN spoke and smiled in the 4th way.
Hansa was discontent with this answer and rubbed the handle of his long and worn broom which he always kept with him and would eventually lead to his annihilation. Since he was royalty, he knew this, and kept it close to him as a reminder of his circular death.
"Lord, then which should I be, the princess or the maid?"
"Both," spoke YISUN, "or either, when it suits you. Destroy the grand enemy called 'I'."









