It was an incident from a few days ago.

‘Hwarang.’ A topclass hunter guild in South Korea, led by ‘Bowmaster’, also the place where Mobius was affiliated.

Mobius was leaning back on the sofa, watching the black woman that appeared on the screen.

He clearly remembered it as if it had happened just a month ago. The brat hunter who had a hand in a Bclass Gate, the Princess of Black Flame.

The playing card that was meaninglessly wandering between Mobius’s fingers crumpled.

He remembered her vividly. Her image was so strongly etched in his mind that he couldn’t forget even if he tried.

‘…She’s from the first generation.’

‘What did you say?’

‘She’s a graduate of the first training camp, that woman.’

Mobius couldn’t help but overhear the murmured stories the hunters were sharing.

But he didn’t care. There was no way she could be a firstgeneration graduate, and a prominent firstgeneration hunter couldn’t have received an Fclass assessment. Even considering her accumulated experience, she must have been Cclass.

‘There are only two significant reasons why a hunter dies or suffers severe injury inside a Gate. First, when an unexpected accident occurs. Second, when they recklessly enter a Gate that is beyond their capability.’

‘So what?’

He remembered the woman who had nagged him when he had decided not to rescue a child’s mother, and his mood plummeted. She was an insufferably arrogant hunter, even thinking about it again.

She had received an Fclass assessment and was clearly acting haughty with the backing of the massive guild called Wolf, despite being a mere hireling, not a full member. It was far from amusing.

Mobius threw away the crumpled playing card and grabbed his cell phone.

Swipe, his fingers scrolled down the screen.

┖>□□: I’m stunned.

┖>□□: Everyone, urgent remeasurement is required.

┖>□□: ?? What? Is she really the socalled Princess of Black Flame????

┖>□□: I’m seeing her for the first time, but she’s charming.

┖>□□: I’ll remain neutral for now.

┖>□□: Ah, sister, marry me.

The Princess of Black Flame, who appeared on , seemed to be wellreceived.

Mobius knew well, having appeared on the show himself. But it was just a show, staged and filmed according to a scripted plot and spiced up with plausible editing.

The public was deceived by such a ridiculous show.

No, not just the public.

One of the guild members near him mumbled in amazement.

“Wow. Calling an Fclass hunter to the burst Gate at Yeouinaru station, what on earth is the Association thinking?”

Yes. The Association was also being deceived. Innocently fooled by a wellorchestrated drama.

So, there must be someone to tell the truth. In the midst of the bustling atmosphere, Mobius jumped up.

“I will go to the Yeouinaru station burst Gate search team.”

The eyes of Hwarang guild members were all drawn to him.

(This is a time separator.)

‘But why even the Trickster?’

Crack.

Mobius ground his teeth.

The Trickster and the Princess of Black Flame were related. And they seemed to be quite close.

It was clear that it was no ordinary feat to deceive not only the public and the Association but even the master of the legion.

Soon, Lee Jun, who had been leading the way, stopped. The roughly ten people following him also stopped.

“We will use this place as a temporary camp.”

At Lee Jun’s gesture, the surrounding agents planted a navyblue flag. A golden skyblue mark. The symbol of the Association.

“We will distribute two emergency ration packs and two bottles of water to each person. If the winning guild doesn’t intervene by today, the next distribution will be exactly 24 hours from now. Though that’s unlikely to happen.”

Meanwhile.

Watching him confidently giving instructions in front of many people, Eunha was enveloped by a strange feeling.

Is this the Lee Jun I know? She even doubted it. Not only did he look no older than her imagination,

“Do you have any questions? Eunha, the hunter.”

His attitude, as if dealing with a stranger, was the most striking.

Eunha, the hunter.

He called Eunha like that, as if it were her real name.

“…….”

Eunha slowly blinked her eyes.
The look he was facing seemed to be something that hadn’t existed for the past 30 years, an impassive and unfamiliar gaze.

Eun Ha closed her lips that were about to twitch.

“Do you want to groom our puppy later? He’s a breed called Bichon Frise, and his name is William.”

“So, if you leave the gate, come to our house tomorrow… will you come over?”

The Lee Jun from her memories, and the Bai Yi Jun before her eyes slowly overlapped like a slow motion.

At that moment, Eun Ha realized once again.

The world had changed.

So it was impossible for people not to change.

“……Yes, it’s been 30 years.”

To Eun Ha’s perception, it felt like only 2~3 years, but in fact, it was an enormous time span of 30 years outside.