Xiwoo had visited Eunha’s room early in the morning. They had a lot to ask each other.
First, Eunha asked how he was able to enter the Unknown Gate. According to Xiwoo, it was just a coincidence.
“I entered a Bclass gate. I clearly saw a green crack.”
“Really?”
In March 2001, the gate Eunha had entered was a Cclass gate.
The Unknown Gate where Eunha had been trapped might have been a type disguised as an ordinary gate. That seemed to be the most likely possibility.
“How did you get out, then? How did you come out?”
“Through the exit.”
Eunha looked at Xiwoo, who replied nonchalantly, lost in thought.
During their battle, Eunha had obtained all five items. The probability that the escape route opened at that moment was high.
Eunha, who had been quietly stroking her chin, looked up.
“Why did you call me the Princess of Heukyeom?”
“Because you are openly cosplaying.”
Cosplaying?
Eunha learned this fact later. ‘Princess of Heukyeom’ was a story told like a legend among hunters.
‘A legend… is it?’
With a strange look in her eyes, watching the black umbrella, Xiwoo turned his head and looked around.
Suddenly, a nearby glass table caught his eye. On it lay an almost untouched breakfast, and next to it, a spreadout hunter’s list.
“You’ve checked the list, it seems.”
At Xiwoo’s words, Eunha, who had been lost in thought, also shifted her gaze to the list.
“……All of them are dead, except for one.”
A flat tone, no emotional fluctuation. Just like her voice, her expression was simply serene. Rather, it was Xiwoo whose face was deeply submerged.
“I regretfully think so.”
A short silence passed. Xiwoo, who had been studying Eunha’s silent profile, cautiously opened his mouth again.
“……If you wish, Senior, I can find out. That one person. I can quickly find out their contact information or where they live.”
It was not an empty promise. In fact, for Xiwoo and the Wolf Guild, it was easier than a piece of cake. Moreover, if they met her colleague, they might also find out about her identity.
“No.”
However, Eunha shook her head.
“Knowing they are alive is enough.”
Meeting Lee Joon would be very delightful. But it would also be confusing.
‘Lee Ji Joon would be 54 now, 30 years have passed…’
In Eunha’s mind, he still remained a blonde young man in his twenties.
Just his casual wound made Eunha run with a first aid kit, telling stories about raising a puppy with a warm expression, always talking about tomorrow even in the bloodstinking gate.
A simple, kind, and gentle person.
Eunha recalled the longing face and slowly brushed her hair. She thought that a reunion after 30 years would not be so beautiful.
Lee Ji Joon was a tender person.
That event would have left a significant trauma for him, who had a weak heart. She did not want to appear before him and pick at his scars. Especially if it had happened 30 years ago.
“Then do you want anything else? I will help as much as I can.”
“No. It’s already enough.”
“Please don’t say that and let me know if you need anything. An item? Something you want to eat or someone you want to meet, anything is fine.”
It was a bit uncomfortable that he kept offering something despite her saying she was fine. Eunha had always thought that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
“……Why?”
“Hm?”
Eyes, barely distinguishable from the black pupils, stared through his face.
“Why are you doing so much?”
A natural question. Xiwoo was treating her almost like a VIP without any conditions, compensation, or deadline.
But the returned answer was unexpectedly very short and neat.
“Because you are a firstgeneration hunter.”
Firstgeneration hunter.
A term referring to the first hunters who experienced the turmoil of this age.
“……So what?”
Eunha asked with an incomprehensible face.
“Why is that so remarkable?”
“Of course.”
Xiwoo replied immediately.
“Most of the firstgeneration hunters have either been killed in action or gone missing, or become vegetative. Just surviving through such poor and horrible times, you deserve to be revered.”
Upon hearing Xiwoo’s words, Eunha felt enveloped in a strange feeling. In her mind, she was not so remarkable.
He simply awakened by chance and was conscripted at the age of twenty. After that, he expressed his vengeance and anger towards the monsters. Literally, like a madman. That was all there was to it.
“Modern hunters are really pathetic. Even I, who have been measured as an Sclass hunter, almost lost to my senior. If my senior hadn’t lost his mind, I would have been utterly defeated.”
“That’s true.”
Without giving it much thought, Siwoo coughed softly as he watched Eunha nod her head.
But she was never arrogant.
Even now, if she were to face him again, Eunha was confident that she would win. If she had initially been in good condition, and if she had known that he could not only handle ice but also water, it would have been a battle she could not lose.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
