Responsibility, duty. Such things didn’t matter. Siwoo wanted to throw off these shackles, even if it meant hiding in the shadow of a stronger hunter.
Laugh if you will. Living under someone’s laughter was much better than living a life he didn’t want.
“…….”
Eunha’s black pupils were torn long as if observing him. After a long silence, she finally licked her lips.
“I understand.”
Siwoo’s eyes widened when such a plain and concise answer came back. The words he had prepared to accept whatever she would say scattered like dust in an instant.
Standing in front of the swelling and shrinking curtain, Eunha said nothing more. She closed the slightly open glass door tightly and glanced back at Siwoo.
“Why?”
Looking at her, who seemed to ask if there was anything left to say, Siwoo licked his lips nervously.
“……Is that your answer?”
“Yes. You can go.”
In the stillness that completely blocked even the small noise from outside, the sound of her sleeve brushing against something seemed unusually loud.
Siwoo blankly stared at her profile. Depending on the paint spattered by the night view beyond the balcony, her profile was subtly colored.
“Aren’t you going?”
“Oh.”
Suddenly coming to his senses, Siwoo slowly walked towards the front door, as if being pushed.
“……Then rest comfortably, senior.”
Siwoo looked at Eunha for the last time. She was still not looking this way.
‘Why isn’t she saying anything?’
Why try to run away, being the son of a wolf? Why think so weakly even as an Sclass? She, a firstgeneration hunter, should have said so.
But she ended the conversation so plainly that she was disheartened.
Was it dismissed as a joke? No, Eunha’s expression was not a joke.
‘Why?’
Thump.
Until the door closed, he couldn’t get the answer he wanted.
[This is the time separator]United States, New York. PM 11:46
Thick black curtains not only blocked the noisy neon signs but also the noisy traffic noise in the room.
Drip, a droplet fell from the blonde hair that had not been completely dried. It spread slowly on the white sheet, leaving a faint mark.
Drip.
Another droplet spread over the petallike spread mark.
<'Roar' Guild, encounter a highlevel monster in the Cclass gate.>
<Princess of Black Flame, famous hunter BJ Kinggatsu appears on the Gate broadcast! An Fclass hunter handling the boss in one blow? No way>
“…….”
Gracefully stretched fingers slowly moved to touch the mobile phone screen.
She scrolled up to the top of the screen. Below the headline of the article, there was a picture of a woman dressed in a black dress.
She carefully stroked the image of the woman with long black hair stretching to her waist, as if touching a glass doll.
“This is a hunter that’s become an issue in South Korea recently.”
The manager who had been packing suddenly came up beside her. Adjusting her glasses, she fixed her eyes on his mobile phone screen.
“She was contracted as a mercenary by a famous Korean guild. It became quite a topic at the time of measurement thanks to the guild’s reputation, but although the appearance was convincing, the result was Fclass.”
“……Fclass?”
“Yes. That’s the problem with South Korean hunters these days. They’re all flash and no substance—.”
She stopped talking, biting her lips hard. She noticed the ashgrey eyes staring at her.
“Mind your language.”
Her body stopped as if tied by an invisible thread. Stuck like an insect caught in a spider’s web.
It was an unexpected reaction.
She had worked with him for already 10 years. He would normally show disgust even at the mention of Korea, so his different reaction was strange. But Catherine obediently bowed her head.
“……I misspoke. I apologize.”
He is Korean. To be precise, he was Korean.
Having lived in the United States for over 30 years now, he may have had no attachment to his homeland, but he might have been uncomfortable with someone else talking about it.
Thump.
The sense of constriction disappeared, and she collapsed to the floor, trembling with sudden release.
Fortunately, he didn’t reproach her further. He just turned his eyes back to his mobile phone as if drawn to it.
He often looked at Korean news or videos, but it was unusual to see him so focused.
“Then rest comfortably. I’ll come to pick you up at 11 AM tomorrow.”
It was the moment she was about to leave the room.
“Book a flight. To South Korea.”
He said. As she stared at the man still focused on his screen, she licked her lips in confusion.
“……Yes?”
“As soon as possible.”
His sudden statement made her glasses slide down her nose bridge. Had he suddenly contracted homesickness? No, that couldn’t be. He used to avoid even the mention of Korea.
Unable to dare ask why, she chose to calmly respond according to the established manual.
“Uh, first of all… how about contacting the guild? Moreover, considering the public sentiment in Korea…”
But then.
The ashcolored eyes that had been fixed on the screen briefly turned towards her. A sensation as if her hands and feet were bound again, and at the same time, his lips traced a faint smile.
“Was I ever in a position to care about what others think?”
A gentle smile as usual. But she, who had seen him every day, knew.
The eyes that met hers did not contain a trace of amusement.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
