Even an S-Class Hunter Wants to Get Married - Chapter 38
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38. Overtime!
– X: What do you think the weather will be like today?
– J: There’s an 82% chance of rain today. It will be especially cold Under the Bridge, so please be careful of hypothermia and frostbite.
– J: Do you have an Umbrella?
– X: It’s fine. What’s a little rain going to do?
“Heh.”
Namgung Yeon, who was eating at the Buffet, unconsciously smiled warmly as he looked at the screen.
The thought that it was just like a wife taking care of him made his heart flutter for no reason.
– X: Thank you for looking out for me.
– J: It’s all for you.
‘How can she speak so sweetly.’
While his smile showed no signs of fading, the Namgung Family Martial Artist sitting across from him eating asked.
“Young Master, is that thing really so entertaining?”
Startled, Namgung Yeon looked around.
The others were also watching him before he knew it.
After clearing his throat and slipping his Mobile Phone into his chest, Namgung Yeon composed his expression.
“Ahem, haven’t we received much help thanks to this mysterious device?”
No one could argue with that statement. Thanks to the information J provided, they were gradually gaining the upper hand in their fights against Cyber City’s Mercenary Group.
“But when that bastard shows up, it all becomes meaningless.”
“Buster… that’s what he was called. Ha, how many arms and legs does that guy have?”
But the end was always defeat.
The reason being none other than the veteran problem solver, Buster.
“I heard he alone receives payment equivalent to the hiring cost of an entire Mercenary Corps.”
As Namgung Yeon complained while eating scrambled eggs with a spoon, someone asked curiously.
“How do you know that, Young Master?”
“…I asked the AI.”
“It knows even such things? Huh, how fascinating.”
Namgung Yeon deliberately keeps his gaze on his plate as the conversation naturally moves on, as if wanting to focus on his meal.
Meanwhile, the warriors continue their conversation among themselves.
“Shouldn’t this level be called Magic Arts?”
“But is that even possible? Aren’t the possible and impossible clearly distinguished?”
“Knowing even Buster’s salary is kind of creepy.”
“….”
Namgung Yeon’s hand stops as he was scooping up food.
‘That’s a valid point. How could he know that guy’s salary in such detail?’
As faint doubts began to arise, Namgung Yeon felt like the mobile phone tucked in his chest somehow felt a little heavier.
* * *
“What rain this is.”
After the meal, as they came out of the restaurant, a drizzling rain was pouring down.
The rain in Cyber City feels strangely humid. Rather than the refreshing downpour atmosphere seen on the 5th Floor, it gives off a musty scent.
“Tsk, do we have to go in the rain?”
“Ah… this is troublesome when we can’t even wash properly.”
“Speaking of which, I’d like to stop washing in that river now.”
“How about going to a bathhouse?”
“Then who’s going to pay-.”
While standing in a row under the restaurant eaves, avoiding the rain and grumbling.
Just as they were about to step aside for incoming customers.
The moment he saw the identity of the customers, Namgung Yeon’s eyes widened and he placed his hand on his waist to draw his sword.
It was none other than the mercenaries and Buster who guard Hellite Industries’ factory.
“You bastards! You’ve finally come here!”
“Oh! So you mean to go to the end!”
“Young Master! Your orders!”
Namgung Yeon was about to draw his sword immediately and shout to fight for the honor of the Namgung Family.
But the enemies weren’t even properly armed, and Buster wasn’t wearing his usual equipment either.
Buster, not wearing his suit, approaches with a shrug. He was a very large, muscular man with bronze-colored skin.
“Hey, we only fight for money.”
“What?”
“Let’s not get emotional. We’re doing this because we have to, right?”
Unlike what I had seen on the battlefield, he gave off the atmosphere of a joking middle-aged man.
“Since you’re Murim Warriors, you probably don’t know, but when you come to Cyber City, follow Cyber City’s culture. What you call tradition…? Something like that.”
This bastard even speaks well.
“Among us, there are guys who’ve shot at each other, and people who’ve been crippled.”
“In a previous job, fighting with this bastard, my 20 million won sniper rifle got destroyed.”
“I broke that guy’s left prosthetic arm. It had only been a week since the surgery.”
The mercenaries chatter as if these are funny stories, but the actual content is anything but.
However, they all treat it as ‘work’ and don’t seem to have any emotions involved.
“It’s work we get paid for. Let’s not put emotions into it. If you really want to fight, we’ll respond, but then we’ll call the Cyber Police.”
Cyber Police are what you’d call the police.
The absurd situation of fixers calling the police.
“…Let’s go back.”
In the end, Namgung Yeon lets out a complicated sigh and strides into the rain.
Being here made him feel like he was realizing how shallow his own world was.
“Hey.”
Buster calls out to Namgung Yeon.
He throws him an umbrella he had brought.
“Use this. The rain in Cyber City is nasty. Your hair falls out quickly.”
“Haha! Like this bastard!”
“Get hair implants already.”
The mercenaries giggle and tease each other. Looking closer, they were really handing over umbrellas.
“Why are you giving me this?”
“Let’s call it battlefield camaraderie. Getting rained on is daily life for us. We even have our own dry cleaner.”
“…I won’t refuse your kindness.”
It wasn’t that he truly accepted it.
However, he didn’t want to lose face in that atmosphere.
They were brushing things off coolly and moving on, so if he couldn’t handle it the same way, he would have looked narrow-minded.
“Come on, let’s go eat! I’m treating with the corporate card!”
“If it’s a corporate card, why are we eating here?”
“Shh! You bastard!”
“But drinks are unlimited!”
Watching their backs as they rushed inside from under his umbrella, Namgung Yeon suddenly had a question.
‘Then why do I carry an umbrella around?’
As if I came to give it to someone?
‘No way.’
That couldn’t be it.
Namgung Yeon shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought, then headed back under Albright Bridge.
* * *
Under the bridge, Namgung Yeon hurried into his tent and took out his mobile phone again.
– X: I finished my meal.
– J: Did you enjoy it?
– X: Yes! I never seem to get tired of it.
They continued their conversation with various topics after that.
– X: Ever since coming up to the 6th Floor, it’s been full of amazing things.
– J: What was the most amazing thing?
– X: Self-driving carriages, flying carriages, and such. I’d heard about these often, so I just accepted them.
– X: But the fact that there are people living in this kind of environment.
– X: The fact that there’s definitely a world different from my world – that was amazing.
A different world.
A different culture.
Different values.
The Fixers he had just met were one of those examples.
‘In a way, wasn’t that her own form of respect?’
The question suddenly occurred to him, but he didn’t bother typing it out and moved on to another topic.
– X: Do you know what a corporate card is?
– J: Yes, it’s short for corporate credit card.
– X: Corporate credit card?
– J: You can simply think of it as a card that companies use for business-related expenses and cost processing.
J explained as simply as possible for a martial artist to understand.
After that, various conversations continued between the two.
– X: I’ve been seeing a lot of trees and pictures of an old man in red clothes lately?
– J: That’s because Christmas is in three days.
– J: It’s a holiday that came from the 3rd Floor. It’s a particularly popular day even in Cyber City where holidays are rare.
Christmas.
He had heard of it.
That time when lovers stick together the most.
– J: There’s a special reason why Christmas is special in Cyber City.
– J: It’s because of the ‘Christmas Truce.’
– J: A moment of humanity that came in the middle of war.
– J: Cyber City also holds the symbolism of being a city where people live.
– J: That’s why I.
– J: Like this day.
“…”
Namgung Yeon, looking down at his mobile phone, strangely felt heavy-hearted.
– J: If you need it, shall I recommend romantic places for Christmas?
Romantic places?
For some reason, he wanted to ask why.
So the moment he moved his finger.
A Namgung Family martial artist rushed inside urgently.
“Young Master! The Family Head has sent a letter.”
“Father?”
Namgung Yeon hastily shot up from his seat.
When he carefully unfolded the letter, the contents contained disappointment so blatant it was almost naked.
You left boldly carrying tradition and honor on your shoulders.
But this delay itself is a disgrace to the Namgung Family.
Come back now.
“….”
After reading the entire letter, Namgung Yeon felt his heart sink with a thud.
But whether that was shame from disappointing the Family Head, or something else-.
“Young Master? What does it say? You look very unwell.”
“No, it’s nothing. You may go.”
“Understood!”
As soon as he went outside, Namgung Yeon unconsciously pulled out his mobile phone and pressed the buttons desperately with earnestness.
– X: Even if I have to go down to the 5th Floor, can I still talk to you through this?
The reply was a bit slow.
But even if slow, a reply comes.
As always.
– J: It’s impossible.
– J: If you cross floors.
– J: We can no longer communicate.
* * *
Three days left until Christmas.
Our Merakl was working busily.
We only rest on Christmas Eve and the day itself, we don’t really take more time off than that.
Even if it’s a personal business, shouldn’t we be thorough about maintaining such things?
Moreover, the number of people targeting Christmas to somehow demand meetings had increased, making work quite busy.
“B-Boss.”
“What.”
Kim Yang, still sulking and grumbling, probably still upset about being sent on that business trip.
Burying her face in the documents, she’s busy with all sorts of grade classifications.
“I, I want to go home.”
“Me too.”
“D, die.”
The sun had set long ago.
We were working hard for customers who wanted to have meetings on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
“Should we get some late-night food?”
“P, pizza. Large. Ch, cheese crust.”
“….”
“O, oven spaghetti. Br, brownie add-on.”
Well, she’s working overtime for me.
I can at least buy her this much.
After finding a pizza place on the delivery app and placing an order, I look at Kim Yang.
Kim Yang, who went back to concentrating on work after stating the menu.
“Kim Yang.”
“D, don’t talk to me. Y, you evil Boss bastard. G, give me overtime pay.”
“Do you have any plans for Christmas?”
“…!?”
Kim Yang suddenly lifted her head.
She stared at me intently with her golden eyes, then answered hesitantly.
“I don’t.”
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“Really? That’s perfect.”
“…Why?”
“Ah, well-.”
I hide my pounding heart.
I carefully make a suggestion so that she, as my employee, won’t feel burdened.
“Lend me some money.”
“Bwaaaaaaah!”
Kim Yang immediately stood up and delivered a Headbutt.
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