The Female Lead Saves the World - Chapter 118

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Yeo Joo Saves the World – Episode 118

《 ♥ 28 : Master 》

Fluffy affection speech bubbles bobbed gently, reflecting Jang Su Ho’s emotions.
“Hey, you know? There’s probably no one else who could make a shield out of eternal cold iron like this, right?”
“So that’s why the size and grip position fit me perfectly?”
“Yeah, that’s right. So, do you like it? If you look at the certificate here, you’ll see this is an A-rank item and….”
Whoosh.
Before I knew it, I was cradled in Jang Su Ho’s arms.
He wrapped me so tightly that I wondered if one of my ribs might break, and he spoke.
“I like it because Yeo Joo made it for me.”
“Oh my, Jang Su Ho.”
This sentimental fool.
The certificate I’d dropped from the sudden pull fluttered to the ground with a soft sound.
“Sigh, alright. Go fight hard with your new shield.”
“Yeah, yeah. I will.”
Jang Su Ho’s grip around me grew stronger.
My breath was being squeezed out, and I wanted to push him away, but considering how much emotional stress he’d been under lately, I decided to endure it a bit longer.
Still held in his embrace, I managed to raise my hands just enough to pat his back.
“What?”
But it was Jang Su Ho who suddenly found it strange and released the hug.
He pulled my shoulders back to create distance, then asked abruptly.
“That’s weird. Why didn’t you push me away?”
“Is that a problem?”
A retaliatory punch immediately flew toward Jang Su Ho’s ribs.
Thwack.
Despite the considerable sound, he seemed completely unbothered, as if something had just grazed him.
If anything, it was I who frowned.
His body was like solid stone.
My fist actually hurt from the impact.
In fact, Jang Su Ho didn’t seem to feel pain so much as enjoy it, grinning widely as he spoke.
“Thank you, thank you.”
Ding-dong~

《 ♥ 29 : Master 》

Pink hearts floated abundantly above his head.
“Yes. Don’t hold back on using it.”
“Okay! I’m going to show everyone this!”
With that final shout, Jang Su Ho grabbed the shield and bolted toward the Simulation Training Ground.
“Don’t run! You’ll fall!”
“I won’t fall!”
So thrilled was he that as Jang Su Ho dashed away, a cheerful melody—pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew—echoed between his footsteps.

《 ♥ 32 : Master 》

That was Jang Su Ho’s affection level, confirmed one last time.

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“Mmm, I slept well.”
After handing the shield to Jang Su Ho, I collapsed onto the Training Room sofa and fell into a half-conscious sleep.
“Well, I’ve raised Jang Su Ho’s affection, so I’ve cleared that hurdle.”
With the shield alone raising his affection five times, my purification efficiency would rise along with it.
“I slept well, but why does my body feel so heavy… what is this.”
Looking down at myself, I found three blankets piled on top of me.
I was certain I’d lain down without any covers, so what was this.
And that wasn’t even the end of it.
All around me, the familiars lay in deep sleep, snoring softly.
At my feet, Gung Gi and Maeng Yi slept with their rumps pressed together, while at my head, Baek Young had curled into a tiny ball.
And Na Baek Ho lay sprawled across my chest, limbs stretched out flat.
“No wonder it felt so heavy.”
I lifted the chubby Baek Ho, who’d been putting on weight lately, and set him down beside me—he let out a small whimper.
“Mmph.”
As my body heat faded, Baek Ho squirmed for a moment, but once I patted his round back, he soon purred contentedly and his breathing deepened into peaceful slumber.
I continued patting Baek Ho while muttering to myself.
“I’m not a daycare center.”
All around were young familiars, but their owners were nowhere to be seen.
Sitting up and craning my neck to look around, I could hear sounds of activity beyond the door—they must be training.
“Maybe I’ll sleep a bit more.”
Lulled by the warm, solid weight of the baby familiars surrounding me, drowsiness began creeping back in.
But I squeezed my eyes shut once and forced myself to my feet.
If I indulged in “just a little more sleep,” poverty would creep up like a thief.
“I can’t do that. Not after all the effort I’ve put into building the Justice Guild.”
I distributed the blankets I had been covering myself with one by one to the awakened hunters, then stretched with a long, satisfying yawn.
Despite my drowsiness being unavoidable, I found myself heading toward Ji Sung’s Research Lab, my jaw cracking wide open with another yawn.
Through the translucent window, I could see Ji Sung’s silhouette moving about indistinctly.
In truth, Ji Sung worried me just as much as Jang Su Ho.
The Flame Dungeon and ice magic were fundamentally incompatible.
‘I’ll pretend to strengthen his stamina while purifying him and giving him a gift.’
I retrieved what I had purchased during my trip to Jamsil from my Subspace and knocked gently on the Research Lab door.
“Ji Sung, can I come in?”
Without needing to wait long, Ji Sung opened the door immediately.
“I wondered who was outside—it’s you, Yeo Joo. Come in quickly.”
“I bought the coffee you like…”
I quickly stopped myself and stuffed the container of finely ground beans back into my Subspace.
“Hm? What did you buy?”
In the meantime, Ji Sung, who had briefly removed his glasses and was rubbing his eyes, asked.
“No, I didn’t buy anything.”
As I shook my head in denial, Ji Sung chuckled softly.
“That’s not true. I’m pretty sure I heard you say you bought coffee.”
“No, I didn’t. I never said anything like that.”
“Well, my coffee ran out today anyway. This works out perfectly. I’ll enjoy it.”
“…I did buy it, but I’m not giving it to you. Your complexion looks terrible, so I’m confiscating it.”
“I’ve been cutting back on sleep these past few days. Help me out here, Yeo Joo.”
Ji Sung drooped the corners of his eyes and spoke in a pitiful voice.
It was a side of Ji Sung that only appeared before those he was close to—so different from his usual composed and cold demeanor.
“Don’t waste that handsome face on something like this.”
I ultimately surrendered and handed over the container of beans.
Ji Sung, accepting it with both hands like a polite child, smiled even more brightly.
“These are my favorite beans. How did you know? Thank you.”
Ji Sung’s large, pale hand gently stroked my head.
At the same time, my affection increased.
Ding—

《 ♥ 19 》

This guy is subtly cunning, isn’t he.
Still, it’s good that my affection increased.
“Sigh.”
Standing before the electric kettle with water heating, Ji Sung’s back looked utterly exhausted as he sighed out of habit.
Despite being a healer by trade, I couldn’t just leave him like that.
I approached and placed my hand on his back, then activated my skill.

[ Using skill ‘Body Heal’. ]
[ Consuming 15 stamina to restore the target’s health. ]
[ The target’s health has been fully restored. ]

So he’d only cut back on sleep.
My 15 stamina drained away rapidly—he must have been exhausted beyond measure.
“…Thank you, Yeo Joo.”
Han Ji Sung spoke with an apologetic expression.
“This is my role anyway. Come find me right away if you’re tired.”
“These days I’ve been using Chung Soo’s potions to handle it.”
What? So even after drinking the medicinal tonic that Im Chung Soo made, he was still in this condition?!
“This won’t do. Let me give you more healing. Give me your hand.”
Han Ji Sung hesitated for a moment, but apparently decided it was better to accept my help, and quietly extended his right hand.
Of course, his stamina was already fully restored.
My real purpose was Darkness Purification.

[ Using skill ‘Darkness Purification’. ]
[ Target’s darkness addiction rate: 25% ]

Fortunately, the addiction rate wasn’t particularly high.

[ Reducing target’s addiction rate to 15%. ]
[ 1 stamina → 1% addiction reduction ]
[ Purification successful! ]

I felt the stamina I’d recovered from my nap plummet once more.
To hide the cold body temperature that had dropped from using my skill, I released the hand I’d been gripping and asked.
“What kind of worry could possibly make you grind yourself down like this? Is your body made of coffee beans, oppa?”
“Hmm.”
Han Ji Sung fell silent for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.
Then, after setting down coffee in front of each of us and taking a seat, he opened his mouth, which had been shut as heavily as if locked.
“Since the dungeon we’re entering this time is the Flame Dungeon, my skills will inevitably have their limits.”
“That’s true.”
In a place where flames flicker and dance, the power of Frost Boundary can only diminish.
Han Ji Sung’s attack damage—the powerful finishing blow he delivers every time—would be reduced this time around.
“So I’ve been continuing experiments to increase the hardness of ice even in such an environment….”
But that couldn’t possibly be as simple as it sounded.
Which is why he was grinding himself down like this, wrestling with the problem.
In truth, there was a simple way to comfort Han Ji Sung and end his suffering.
I could simply tell him that even though the Flame Dungeon was a regular dungeon, it was only C-rank, and his S-rank attack power would work without issue.
But the Justice Guild would have to conquer much higher-ranked dungeons in the future.
Hollow comfort would only hold back Han Ji Sung’s growth.
As I thought this, silence settled in for a moment.
In the end, it was the sound of my sigh that broke that stillness.
“Sigh, it’s certainly worth worrying over.”
“…That’s right.”
Han Ji Sung laughed bitterly.
The Research Lab fell quiet once more.
No matter how much of a possessor I was, it was impossible for me to instantly provide a solution that Han Ji Sung, an S-rank mage, couldn’t come up with even after racking his brain for days.
So, watching the coffee with hot steam rising from it, I muttered absently.
“I wish there was a hot spring inside the Flame Dungeon.”
“A hot spring?”
“Yes, because hot water freezes quickly, right? Then even if the power weakens, the attack speed would increase.”
Clack.
I lifted my head at the sound coming from across the table.
Han Ji Sung’s movements had frozen after setting down his coffee cup.
If not for the murmur that escaped his lips, I would have believed he’d turned to stone right then and there.
“Steam….”
Then, suddenly, he stretched his pale hand over his coffee cup.
In that instant, silver light flickered in Han Ji Sung’s blue eyes.
Whisper.
With a soft sound, snow began to fall onto the black coffee.
“Yes, steam.”
At the same time, a smile bloomed across Han Ji Sung’s pale face.

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