Journalists diligently recorded their responses, not wanting to miss a single word. Amidst this, the cheers from the surrounding civilians did not stop.
Eunha watched their actions for a long time.
Maple-colored trees here and there.
Vehicles passing the intersection in an orderly manner.
A child holding their mom’s hand, crossing the pedestrian crossing.
People at the bus stop plugging in their earphones and playing with their mobile phones.
All of it had returned to its usual state, yet why did it feel so unfamiliar.
“…….,”
It couldn’t be understood.
The next day, as if nothing had happened, the sun rose, and another peaceful day began. The scene was so ordinary that it was hard to believe the gate had opened yesterday.
While waiting for the next class, Eunha, who had descended to the academy building’s first-floor cafeteria for a moment to quench her thirst, received a call from Legion’s Sub-Guild Leader, Bae Junhwan.
Sitting alone on the terrace, Eunha sipped her drink and continued the conversation with him.
“Master is gradually recovering. Almost all the bruises on his body have disappeared, and it seems he’ll open his eyes soon.”
Junhwan’s voice through the speaker was much brighter than the last time they spoke.
“That’s a relief.”
Eunha replied while sipping her drink. The sound of ice clinking in the cup was clear.
“How about you, Yura? About the gate that appeared yesterday, it seemed to be near your academy, right?”
“Yes, it was in the building right in front.”
Eunha, who answered like that, added immediately.
“I’m fine. Nothing special happened.”
It was so uneventful that it felt empty. Eunha absentmindedly brushed her hair aside.
“If it’s Yura, I thought you’d be safe, but apart from that, it must have been quite a scene. When a gate opens in the middle of the city, everything like subways stops, you know.”
Seeing Junhwan worrying about traffic congestion due to the gate’s appearance, he, too, was undoubtedly a modern person.
Perhaps only Eunha herself didn’t know any different.
She still remembered the world from 30 years ago as if it were yesterday.
It felt as if she were left alone in this vast world. The feeling she had when escaping the unknown gate.
“Anyway, we can breathe a sigh of relief. Since it was a gate that appeared in the middle of the city. I was worried that you might rush in without thinking, seeing regular people get involved.”
Because you’re Yura, Junhwan said with a laughter-tinged voice.
“No need to worry.”
Clink…
The sound of ice in the cold drink hitting the glass. Eunha slowly brushed the dew formed on the surface of the glass with her fingertips.
“I didn’t need to step in because nothing would have happened even if I didn’t.”
“Huh? That’s not─.”
“Wait, let me switch for a moment.”
“Ah…!”
While Eunha took a sip of her drink, it suddenly felt like the speaker had changed. It was a familiar woman’s voice.
“Hello? Yura? It’s Hyeon Soo-hyun. When are you coming to the hospital? Are you busy these days?”
Before Eunha could answer, numerous voices started overlapping one after another.
“Soohyun! Move aside! Ugh, Yura, hello. It’s Seok Gyeong. Well, or, Bae Junhwan’s son said Yura got Pixie Powder for him yesterday─.”
“Hey, you move! I’m on the phone with Yura!”
“Ah! Is this madness!”
“What? You X, didn’t I tell you not to mock me recklessly, you X jerk?”
“@!%%^$[Star icon]?@^#──.”
Boom!
“……. ”
Eunha detached her ear from the handset by about 3cm.
Choruk.
Sucking on the straw and savoring the rich aroma of Americano, soon a dignified cough sounded as if the situation had been settled.
“Keuhum, sorry. It seems they got a bit excited because they overheard that I was talking to Miss Yura. Um… just a moment.”
Junhwan returned again.
After asking for a moment of understanding, a sound like he was blocking the bottom of his mobile phone with his palm was heard. Then, the shout of “Shut your mouth!” followed.
“……. ”
Eunha, who had taken her mouth off the straw, faintly smiled. It was because their figures vividly came to her mind.
Even at this moment, the lively atmosphere of that place was conveyed very well through the handset.
“Excuse me, haha. Was it too noisy?”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Well, what were we talking about?”
Junhwan’s voice seemed to convey a sense of confusion, and Eunha eventually laughed softly.
“……Nothing, really.”
That wasn’t important right now. No, it seemed like they had forgotten it due to the chaos. Moving the mobile phone from her left ear to her right ear, Eunha opened her mouth again.
“Isn’t it better for you to be in the hospital?”
Eunha was well aware of how good their vocal cords were. The tremendous decibels that even reached beyond the handset. It was fortunate that things seemed to have brightened, but was it really okay for them to be like that in the hospital?
“Oh, don’t worry. The master’s condition has improved a lot, so we left that to the Rose Guild, and we came out temporarily to the Association.”
“The Association?”
“Yes. A while ago, there was an emergency call from the Association…”
Suddenly, Junhwan stopped speaking.
“…Hello?”
Whether the call was cut off or not, just a moment later, Junhwan’s urgent voice was heard.
“Miss Yura. Miss Yura’s specialty is not Black Flame, right? Darkness and fire. Isn’t that right?”
“…? Yes, but why?”
“Did you hear the news that the Association is currently summoning hunters with dark and fire attributes?”
“No.”
“It seems that they haven’t contacted you yet. It’s not something I can convey over the phone, but there’s talk that a national-level disaster might occur in Korea soon.”
“A national-level disaster…?”
“Yes, maybe─.”
Junhwan’s voice became even heavier.
“It could be an Unknown Gate.”
“……. ”
Eunha closed her mouth.
Unknown Gate. If his words were true, this would be the third one since Eunha appeared in the modern era in 2031.
It was strange.
Even in the early 2000s when Eunha was actively continuing her hunter activities, Unknown Gates weren’t something that appeared so frequently.
“It’s not a good sign that Unknown Gates are appearing consecutively in less than a year.”
It seemed to be the same for modern people.
Eunha, who had been lost in thought, asked in a calm tone.
“Is the Association looking for hunters with dark and fire attributes related to that?”
“Perhaps. You’ll probably hear the details from the Association from now on.”
After a brief hesitation, Junhwan added.
“Miss Yura, if it’s okay, how about coming to the Association with us?”
Unexpectedly, at the sudden proposal, Eunha, who was swirling her drink with a straw, suddenly stopped moving.
“Me?”
“Yes. It would be very reassuring if Miss Yura came with us.”
“But my rank…”
“Rank?”
Haha. A light laughter was heard.
“Do you remember the oath I made to you that day?”
The day Junhwan visited her office not long ago. Eunha recalled the memory of that day.
‘I, representing the Legion, swear to you 60,000 troops.’
‘From this moment on, there will be no hesitation in our Legion becoming your sword.’
With a clenched fist placed on the left chest, he clearly said.
“No one will be able to ignore you.”
His voice was conveyed again through the handset.
“We will make sure of that.”
“……. ”
“……. ”
After that, Junhwan didn’t say anything.
The noisy shouts that had come through the handset until a while ago had become quiet. It seemed like he was waiting for Eunha’s response in silence.
The 60,000 troops beyond the handset.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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