I’m the Only One With Two Towers - Chapter 200

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Only I Have Two Towers Episode 200

Life Has Withered Away

Hotel Residhilt’s 7th Floor Multipurpose Room.

The manager who opened the door bowed his head.

“You can use this place. We’ll take care of the cleanup. And.”

He hands over a small box.

“These are beauty tools the hotel used to use. They’re old but we’ve maintained them well.”

“Thank you!”

The manager bowed once more and left the multipurpose room.

How kind of them.

I can’t help but applaud like a seal.

“What an iron wall. I was hoping to get into the Oriental Suite Room.”

Even setting aside the principle of men and women being separate after seven, that’s not something I should say.

By now they’re probably sprawled out wherever they want.

I can’t disturb my friends’ sweet rest time.

“Cutie, want to sit here?”

“Yeah!”

Momo jumps onto the chair.

She looks happy, probably because escaping the mismatched hair is right before her eyes.

‘Is, is this okay.’

Jinhyeok’s pupils shook terrifyingly.

What if it goes beyond mismatched and becomes completely ruined?

If that happened, I might have to become a novice monk temporarily for recovery.

“You don’t need to worry.”

Roche drew a faint smile.

“It’s not a lie that I’m good at beauty work. I have some expertise in cutting things.”

Roche makes a snipping sound while bringing her index and middle fingers together.

Huh?

I think she just said something dangerous?

Rather than being reassured, my suspicions deepened even more.

“Well then, let’s start. Are you ready, cutie?”

“Yeah!”

Roche spins the scissors around and lifts them up.

Her performance is quite flashy.

This person is really into showing off.

Jinhyeok also moved closer to the two and took a position.

“I thought you didn’t like me much. Isn’t that too close?”

I subtly take a step back.

“I guess this is the right distance. Jinhyeok’s range.”

I made eye contact with Roche.

All her words are ambiguous and confusing, but I can tell one thing for certain.

It’s ingrained in her body.

The habit of gauging the opponent’s distance and not missing their movements.

As Camilla said, it also meant she was far from ordinary.

“Shall I really start now?”

Roche hums while cutting with the scissors.

Excited Momo also swings her legs up and down while singing.

Soon Momo gets carried away and even shakes her head left and right.

I flinched thinking there might be a mishap, but the situation I was worried about doesn’t occur.

Roche didn’t tell her to stay still.

She didn’t grab her head to suppress the movement either.

She just naturally continued cutting in sync with those movements.

I don’t know much about beauty work, but I’m certain of one thing anyway.

She’s skilled. This person.

The snip-snip sound echoing through the chamber.

Mixed with that sound, I hear a slurping effect.

Momo is storm-drinking a beverage with a straw stuck in it.

When did she even take that out?!

Crunch crunch!

Soon after, she even starts skillfully tearing open and eating snacks.

‘Maybe it’s fortunate the salon closed.’

A strange sense of relief washes over me.

She’s too free-spirited a friend for a regular salon to handle.

“Ta-da!”

At a point when less than 30 minutes had passed.

Roche stepped back and spread her arms.

“Woooooh!!”

Momo jumped up from the chair.

Judging by how her nostrils are flaring, she seems to like it.

And quite intensely at that.

“How’s Momo’s perfectly symmetrical straight bob cut!!”

I showered the proudly shouting Momo with thumbs up.

It’s not just for show.

Even I, who don’t know much about it, could see it was excellent.

Not only was it cleanly cut without a single strand sticking out, but the style was also perfect for Momo’s round face.

“How is it? I’m a professional, right?”

“You’re a pro. When did you learn beauty work?”

“I didn’t learn it though?”

“What?”

“This was my first time cutting. Human hair. I said I had expertise because I’d do well anyway.”

“Oh….”

Cold sweat ran down my back at her overly confident answer.

Well, I guess it’s fine since the result turned out good?

“Older Sister, drink this!”

Momo takes out a tea set from her bag and spreads it out with a flourish.

In less than a minute, the savory aroma of tea began to spread.

“I’m going to go show off!”

Momo jumped down from the chair and ran toward the door.

“Momo, take the card…. Huh?”

The key card that was in my pocket is gone.

Running Momo waves the card around.

As expected, a friend whose hands are faster than the eye.

With that friend, even Europe, notorious for pickpockets, wouldn’t be scary.

Rather, we could probably clean them all out.

The chamber became quiet as if a typhoon had passed through.

Jinhyeok bowed his head.

“Thank you. I was troubled about what to do with Momo’s mismatched hair. Thanks to you, Roche, I was saved.”

“Don’t mention it. I had fun too. Then let’s have some tea. I even did the cutie’s hair, so you won’t refuse this too, will you?”

“Let’s do that. Shall we drink it while getting some fresh air outside?”

“Sounds good.”

He carried the tray and went out to the 7th floor terrace.

A spot where the entire view of the city Reykjavik could be seen at a glance.

Whether it’s the hospitality or the view. This really is a perfect hotel.

He etched the name Resid Hilt into his mind.

I should bring my parents here later.

Yoo Jin-hee, let’s see what she’s up to.

“Hmm. This is nice.”

Roche, who sipped the tea, smiled.

It’s tea leaves that Momo snatched from the private jet, and she seems to like it.

“Would you like to take some? There’s plenty.”

“No. It’s fine. It would be boring to drink alone.”

Roche brought her cup and lightly clinked it.

“I’ll come visit when I want to drink some. Please drink it with me.”

“If it’s a tea party companion, anytime.”

Roche leaned back into her chair with a mysterious smile.

“It’s a pretty city, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Though I was surprised it was more empty than I thought.”

“It wasn’t like this until just a couple months ago.”

“Where did everyone go?”

“They left. To survive.”

“From what? I’ve only been here a day, but I thought it was a wonderful city to live in.”

“You’re right. It really is a great environment to live in. The life satisfaction rate was quite high too. It certainly should have been such a city.”

Roche trailed off and frowned.

“Change came. A fatal change for the people of Iceland, especially those living in port cities like Reykjavik.”

Roche, who had searched for something, held out her phone.

It was an article posted on someone’s personal homepage.

The title was ‘The Sea Where Life Has Dried Up’.

“The people’s livelihood and all the industries supporting the port city are connected to the sea. Fishing, seafood processing, marine tourism, and aquaculture are prime examples. But they all disappeared. Everything that made them possible.”

It’s written in the article too.

It says that lobsters and salmon that made fishing and aquaculture possible, and dolphins that made tourism possible, all disappeared regardless of species.

Jinhyeok frowned.

Is this even possible?

“It’s like a lie. Maybe it could even be like magic. Iceland was put on emergency alert. They conducted investigations in various ways to find out the cause. The first suspected pollution problem wasn’t it. There were no sunken oil tankers and the sea was still a clean zone. Even the Tower of Despair wasn’t involved this time. Iceland’s transfers are thoroughly managed.”

“Could they have died en masse for some other reason?”

“That wasn’t it either. They searched thoroughly with that possibility in mind, but no corpses were found.”

Roche made a strange expression.

“After this process of elimination, Iceland reached one conclusion. This wasn’t due to some intervention, but a natural movement of life forms for survival.”

Several photos appeared when she flipped the screen.

It was some sea photographed from the sky.

“What’s captured below is a pod of orcas. An enormous scale numbering in the thousands. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say all the orcas from nearby seas had gathered.”

“They’re getting farther and farther away. From this place.”

“That’s right. They’re desperately moving away. On an unprecedented scale. It’s quite an old record, but there was exactly one time when orcas showed this phenomenon. Not long after, a massive underwater volcanic eruption occurred there, painting the area with death.”

He turned his head to gaze at the vast sea spread out before them.

From the outside, it looked utterly peaceful.

It’s hard to believe.

“From here on is my hypothesis, so please take it into consideration. Before long, the Icelandic government discovered something. Probably the cause of this phenomenon. And they started erasing it. All the related materials and articles that had been posted. As if they were trying to hide that such a phenomenon had occurred.”

“So that’s why it was an article on a personal homepage.”

“Yes. Because that’s all that’s left.”

Having said this much, Roche held out a business card.

# U.S. National Oceanic Research Agency.

## Roche Taylor.

“I came because I was curious about what it was.”

He looked back and forth between the business card and Roche.

An oceanic research agency.

It would have been more credible if she had revealed herself as a secret special forces unit or CIA.

It’s a job that doesn’t match at all with someone who walks a tightrope with death.

“Well, well, that’s enough of my story. So now…”

“I listened well. Thank you. I’ll be going now.”

“????”

He could see it for the first time.

Waves crashing across Roche’s face, which had been consistently calm.

“I’m joking.”

He sat back down, having half-risen.

Roche laughed as if dumbfounded.

“Now I have to tell my story?”

“If you have nothing to hide.”

“Can I ask just one more thing before that?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your reason for choosing me as someone to have this conversation with?”

“Because you stole my Oriental Suite Room.”

His eyes widened.

Even a passing dog would know that’s not it.

Roche drew a gentle smile.

“It’s true. When I tried to check in, my room had been taken, and among the organizations contracted with Resid Hilt, Black Wings was the only one capable of such a thing at this time. Black Wings coming means they brought someone with them. Besides, I made a reservation here two days ago. But my room was taken in the meantime? That means whoever was on Black Wings also suddenly decided to come to Iceland. The probability of such a visit being for tourism would be extremely low.”

“Ms. Roche. You’re not from an oceanic research agency, are you?”

“Are you disparaging oceanic research agencies?”

She shrugged and leaned back into her chair.

And she drummed her fingers while gazing at the sea.

“There’s something I came to find. After hearing the story, how should I put it. I’m starting to think it might be connected to what Iceland is trying to hide. That’s all.”

The Black Dragon Drachan is an existence equivalent to a disaster.

If it influenced the sea in some way?

It wouldn’t be strange for marine life to flee in groups.

It’s a predator standing at the top of the food chain.

But to think the Icelandic government is involved.

Maybe I should change the operation.

From black dragon subjugation to stealing claws.

I quickly devise a plan.

What if someone else kills the black dragon?

Let me sneak over with stealth and just snatch out a claw.

One claw should be fine, right?

‘Good.’

While I finished organizing my thoughts.

Roche across from me leaned forward.

“So what do you do, Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok?”

“I’m an ordinary citizen of South Korea.”

“Ordinary citizens don’t have private jets.”

“I was just lucky enough to meet a benefactor.”

“Hmm.”

Roche slowly nodded her head.

“I don’t think you’re going to tell me what you came to find.”

“Correct.”

“Well then, that’s settled. Mr. Yoo Jin-hyeok, shall we form a very brief alliance?”

“No.”

Had she been expecting this?

Roche doesn’t seem flustered.

Instead, she blooms with laughter as if finding it amusing.

“I’ll take you to Greenland.”

My ears perk up with interest.

Good thing they’re not pointy ears like Kancheo’s.

If they were, I would have unconsciously perked them up!

Roche’s hand extends a bit further and overlaps on top of Jinhyeok’s hand.

“Temporary alliance established, right?”

Jinhyeok, who had been staring for a moment, also flips his hand to clasp hers.

“Alliance established.”

Let’s go and see what happens.

To Greenland.

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