However, during the decades of working as a hunter afterward, I met countless hunters. They were stronger, more excellent, and braver than me.
Maybe I’m not that special. In fact, I might be an ordinary person. I felt that way. Quite weakly.
My father said to me, ‘They are strong. But that doesn’t mean you are weak. You are strong. But that doesn’t mean they are weak.’
Now I understand the meaning of those words.
Judging each other’s uniqueness based on a mere alphabet like a rank is a sad thing for convenience.] “I hope at least not today in this place.
We are all special.
It’s the same thing.
Because we are all hunters.”
The banquet hall fell silent after the long speech. Dae-yoon took the microphone again with a subtle smile.
“Before we start this party tonight, these were the words given to me by the Maestro.”
Maestro. The surroundings began to stir at that alias.
“…….”
In the midst of it all, Eunha was staring at Dae-yoon, standing still in her place.
In the chaotic atmosphere, Dae-yoon continued to speak without any hesitation.
“This year, Korea received a significant gift. The holder of the special title ‘Prime,’ bestowed only upon the top 10 hunters in the global rankings by the World Hunter Organization. Someone more familiar to us as the first S-rank. The Maestro. He is here.
Before becoming the chairman of the Korean Association, I, as a hunter, agreed with his thoughts. Therefore, this year, we are hosting a special party called the Masked Ball. I hope it will be a fantastic night for all of you.”
Thank you.
Clap, clap, clap…
Dae-yoon descended from the stage amidst the applause. Among those who stopped clapping, half began to clink glasses again or enjoy the party, while the other half looked around, seemingly searching for someone resembling the Maestro.
Eunha, too, should have looked around to find him, but she didn’t. She just stood there quietly without any movement.
‘Prime… Maestro…’
…Baek Ijoon.
Indeed, he was different from the one Eunha knew. Everything felt unfamiliar, even the story about Jun that came from the chairman’s mouth.
Though Eunha knew about it from their reunion, being here made her feel it even more.
The Jun Eunha knew was nowhere to be found now.
Did Jun invite Eunha here just to make it clear? If that’s the case, it was an effective way.
Stories like being designated as ‘Prime’ by the World Hunter Organization, or being the first S-rank, sounded surreal and only made Eunha unable to feel any nostalgia from Jun.
“What was I expecting?”
Eunha murmured quietly with a self-deprecating smile.
Ding.
[Supernatural being ‘Cat Wandering in the Darkness’ says, “Huh? Why did you suddenly become gloomy, sister? Who said that?!”] [“Calling and not showing up, that damn kid is up to something bad. Let’s go home right now! There’s absolutely no reason to stay here,” says the cat, grabbing its waist and blowing a snort towards the surroundings.] [“Go home quickly and how about playing the twenty questions we did last time? Today, I’ll specially bet 3,000 coins, winking suggestively.”]…Living, there are days when you receive comfort from a cat. Eunha slowly swiped her hand over the yellow message window that appeared before her.
Yeah, let’s go back.
Anyway, it didn’t seem like staying here would help me meet Jun. Even if we did meet, I didn’t know if I could have a proper conversation with him. After all, he had become a globally renowned hunter.
Eunha slowly moved towards the exit of the banquet hall. However.
Tap.
“……Ah.”
Just before leaving the banquet hall, Eunha bumped into someone, causing the brooch attached to her dress to fall to the ground.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
It was a man in a black suit with a white mask. The smiling eyes behind the mask gave off a mysterious impression.
As he bent down to pick up the brooch, a rich fragrance of perfume wafted towards Eunha.
“Here it is. Your vision was blocked by the mask. Are you hurt anywhere?”
He extended the brooch. Eunha accepted it, glancing at him.
Gray eyes peeking through the mask. As their eyes met, Eunha’s pupils slightly narrowed.
“Baek…”
At the moment Eunha was about to utter the name,
“…Eunha?”
He, too, hesitated. A faint voice as if lost. Despite wearing a mask, he seemed to recognize Eunha instantly.
Eunha felt the same. In that brief moment, she realized who he was. It could very well have been.
“Why are you here…?”
Baek Ijoon.
An old colleague with whom she spent a long time.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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