Excluding Sclass Song Minjoo, all members of the legion were top rankers in South Korea.

Being a top ranker meant that they had to be excellent at hiding their presence. It was the simplest and most crucial way to save lives in a highdifficulty gate.

All members of the legion had enough skill to explore Aclass gates or higher. So, saying that she sensed their presence means that she could also explore an Aclass gate or higher.

Moreover, this speed.

‘What on earth is her identity?’

Watching her fly around the rooftops of the buildings, embracing her like a princess, Minjoo unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

‘It’s strange that I didn’t know about someone with this level of skill.’

Currently, there were six Sclass in Korea.

They not only knew each other’s faces but also their real names.

‘Ah, excluding that guy.’

Except for the one who pursued an absurd mystique, having joined the ranks of Sclass last.

The relationships between hunters don’t change much even down to Aclass.

The proportion of Sclass hunters in South Korea is only 0.01%. Aclass hunters are 0.2%.

Considering that D, E, Fclass hunters make up 90% of the total, Aclass or higher rankers were extremely few.

So, even if you’ve been in this field for a few years, and especially if you’re an Aclass or higher hunter, you inevitably meet hunters in similar positions at least once.

Even if not in a gate, you come across each other in auction sites or system markets.

So, it’s strange. Where did this sister pop out from as a hunter?

Minjoo, held by Eunha, glanced back.

‘Tsk, tsk.’

She clicked her tongue and turned her head back. Seeing that they had completely lost her, they must have lost her a while ago. The future of the legion looks too bleak.

‘I need to train them again. And─’

Embraced like a princess, Minjoo glanced at Eunha.

‘I need to keep an eye on this sister.’

However…

In a very unfruitful manner, Minjoo soon discovered her identity.

“……Wow.”

Eunha’s house.

As soon as she took off her shoes and entered, Minjoo’s round eyes found something black.

‘A dress?’

Hanging on a white builtin wardrobe ring, it was unmistakably a dress. Minjoo’s gaze moved down as she stared at the frilly lace and ribbon.

‘This is.’

In that position, she sat down and picked something up from the floor. It was a black parasol that had been lying beneath.

As she held it, a memory struck her like lightning.

It was something that had happened at the guild headquarters not long ago.

‘Master, have you seen this?’

Junhwan, who had been chuckling at the TV, suddenly spoke. At that time, Minjoo was on the verge of completing the new weapon ‘Firecracker Bazooka’, so she replied briefly.

‘What is it?’

‘Here, this woman. The Princess of Black Flame or something. She’s totally funny, isn’t she?’
Minjoo held the driver and sneaked a glance at the TV. A woman with black hair, black eyes, and a black dress appeared on the screen.

“Hmm. A concept hunter.”

“Yes. But her behavior seems a bit different from ordinary concept hunters? Look at this. Is this the skill of a concept hunter, and an Fgrade one at that? What do you think, Master?”

“What do I think? It must be edited.”

Minjoo answered nonchalantly and lost interest in the TV.

“Turn off the TV or change the channel. It’s unbearably noisy.”

Such variety shows were of no interest to him, so he didn’t watch them properly. The cute creation nearing completion was more important to him than some concept hunter on a trivial variety show.

──However.

“This sister was the Princess of Heukyeom?”

Minjoo dropped the parasol he was holding. The fact that she was the Princess of Heukyeom wasn’t that shocking.

The most shocking fact to Minjoo was.

“I thought she was of the same kind as me.”

That she wasn’t into military tastes, but Rococo.

Thud.

Minjoo slumped down on the sofa. The joy of finding a soul partner had already worn off, replaced by disappointment. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have followed her home.

“……Shall we go back?”

While rolling around languidly on the sofa, he suddenly felt an unfamiliar touch at his fingertips. Turning his head slightly, he saw.

“……!”

Minjoo’s jaw dropped as if it would touch the ground. This, this, this is!

“A military uniform?!”

Countless exclamation marks appeared above Trixter’s tiny head. This touch, this pattern……! It was definitely a military uniform.

“It’s not just any military uniform.”

Minjoo reached out with trembling hands.

The wingshaped embroidery on the right chest, the black leather protectors around the wrists and ankles, told him.

This was the legacy of hunters from the old era who lived through the draft system!

“The enormous relic that only 1st generation hunters wore, that costs tens of millions and can’t be found anymore.”

He, too, was seeing it for the first time. He carefully reached out and checked the chest area.