The Female Lead Saves the World - Chapter 84

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Yeo Joo Saves the World – Episode 84

“Hey, noona. There’s something I’d like to ask you for.”
Im Chung Soo, who had devoured his French toast in just a few bites and scraped the plate clean, finally spoke up despite lingering at the table.
The way he seemed so unaccustomed to asking favors of anyone was endearing, and Sung Yo Na had to suppress a smile.
“Sure, Chung Soo. What is it?”
“Well… I’m currently sharing a room with Soo Ho hyung.”
“Oh, right! I got it. I’ll set up a room for you while you’re at school!”
“Thank… you.”
Im Chung Soo bowed his head slightly.
“I recently found out that after dawn training, Soo Ho hyung walks around so carefully because he’s worried about waking me up.”
Im Chung Soo mumbled his explanation in a small voice, looking embarrassed.
“I even tried training together with him, but with my stamina, I’d just be a burden… Anyway, thank… you.”
“Don’t be like that. Feel free to ask me for favors like this anytime.”
Recalling how, just days ago, he’d barely eaten the bibimbap she’d made for breakfast and had only nodded off repeatedly, Sung Yo Na couldn’t help but smile a little.
So that’s what was going on.
“No, noona. You’re already working hard.”
Im Chung Soo awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze.
“Oh, it’s almost time for the others to come down. Want more toast?”
“Yes. Oh! Let me help too.”
Im Chung Soo jumped to his feet, rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform shirt, and began slicing strawberries.
In the peaceful sounds of the knife striking the cutting board and the gentle clinking of dishes, Sung Yo Na’s humming continued for a while longer.

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“How heartwarming, truly heartwarming.”
Listening to Im Chung Soo and Sung Yo Na’s conversation drifting from beyond the open restaurant door, my heart swelled with satisfaction.
This is what creative economy truly means.
The synergy between an S-rank Crafting-type hunter producing potions worth tens of millions of won and an A-rank Spatial Manipulation-type hunter remodeling buildings without spending a single won on materials—it’s remarkable.
It’s a sight that makes your chest burst with pride just watching it.
“Right, Guild Master?”
Kang Han, who had been listening to the two of them alongside me, chuckled instead of answering.
He’s been smiling more these days, that man.
He’s also stopped pushing his body to the brink like before.
At least he’s learned to wait for the right moment.
“Since we’re in such a heartwarming mood, you don’t have any special schedule today, right?”
“…Nothing but training. Why do you ask?”
“Come somewhere with me.”
Kang Han seemed puzzled by my sudden proposal, but he didn’t bother asking what it was about.
“Let’s go.”
“Aren’t you going to ask where we’re going?”
What if I try to drag him somewhere strange? What then!
But Kang Han smiled knowingly and said,
“You always have a plan in mind, don’t you, Yeo Joo?”
Honestly, I’m speechless.
“Exactly right.”
Since Sung Yo Na is updating the guild interior, I’m thinking of giving the Guild Master an update of his own.

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“Did you come here to go shopping?”
Kang Han asked with a hint of betrayal in his expression.
“You don’t like shopping? I absolutely love it.”
“I don’t exactly… enjoy it.”
“You certainly look like you wouldn’t.”
“What does ‘look like you wouldn’t’ even mean?”
Instead of answering, I gave Kang Han a thorough once-over from head to toe.
Did he really need to ask?
“The guild master has at least three identical pairs of pants and three identical shirts in his closet, doesn’t he?”
“….”
“And those military boots you wear year-round—they’re at least two years old, aren’t they?”
“…Let’s stop this.”
“And that t-shirt comes in at least five different colors each, and—oof!”
“I said stop.”
Kang Han’s large hand covered my mouth.
Did he really think that would make me stop?
“Mmph! Mmph! Bwah!”
“Don’t curse just because your mouth is covered.”
“…Bwah.”
How did he even understand that?
Only when I finally quieted down did Kang Han release his seal on my mouth.
“Anyway, you’re supposed to be a guild master, but wearing the same clothes every single day? That’s embarrassing, truly embarrassing.”
“A hunter’s skill matters more than such things….”
“Don’t make me laugh!”
I pointed sharply at Sa Ma Young’s massive advertisement hanging across from the Maestro Building.
And I struck right at Kang Han’s sore spot.
“Do you want to lose to him?”
There he was, Sa Ma Young, flaunting himself so shamelessly everywhere.
Even random passersby were taking photos of his advertisement on their phones.
After staring at Sa Ma Young’s billboard for a long moment, Kang Han finally spoke.
“…Sa Ma Young is an A-rank hunter, so I’ve already surpassed him.”
“You’re being stubborn, truly stubborn.”
“It may be difficult to settle the score right now, but if I unlock just one more skill….”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go buy some clothes.”
“No, Yeo Joo….”
“Yes, yes.”
I pushed against Kang Han’s broad back as we stepped into the Maestro Building.

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“This is annoying.”
I muttered as I left the hunter clothing store.
“That was a very satisfying shopping experience.”
In contrast, Kang Han spoke with a content expression.
Yeah, I’m sure it was.
I crumpled the receipt—which showed an amount far less than half of what I’d expected—and shoved it haphazardly into my bag.
“Acting like devotees of military fashion.”
I’d assumed Kang Han’s insistence on combat boots and techwear pants was simply a habit he couldn’t shake from his military days.
But the hunter clothing store was practically the birthplace of military aesthetics.
In the end, what Kang Han held was a slightly more refined version of his usual look, now enhanced with basic flame-resistance and thermal regulation effects—the quintessential Kang Han style.
I’d wanted to dress him in something as sharp as Sa Ma Young’s outfits.
But those pieces cost hundreds of millions of won.
The guild’s finances weren’t at the point where we could spend that much on a single garment, so what ended up at the register were cost-effective options—techwear pieces.
When I pouted, Kang Han relaxed his expression and spoke.
“It can’t be helped. A dungeon is ultimately a battlefield where you face monsters.”
“…You have a point there.”
The logic was so sound I had nothing to say.
Especially after visiting dungeons several times myself.
One careless moment and you’d lose a limb or two coming out of that place.
Maybe hunters like Sa Ma Young or Sung Ro Sa, who insist on formal wear or white priestess robes in such places, are the truly remarkable ones.
And those clothes aren’t even ready-made.
They’re all custom-tailored.
Still reluctant, I turned back to browse the store again when Kang Han spoke in a quiet voice.
“Thank you, Yeo Joo.”
“Huh? For what?”
“What you said earlier makes sense. I’ll try to be more mindful going forward.”
“Ah.”
It seemed to be his response to my nagging about how “the guild master is the face of the guild” during our shopping.
“Actually, clothes just need to avoid being torn or shabby. What’s most important for you as guild master is already perfect.”
“What’s most important?”
“Your face.”
Fashion is completed by the face.
If you disagree, I’m right anyway.
Because.
“Even now, with just a plain t-shirt and techwear, everyone’s too busy stealing glances at you.”
I’d been noticing it since we got out of the taxi in front of Maestro.
Though not as flashy as the guild masters of the Four Major Guilds, people clearly recognized who Kang Han was.
Maestro is accessible to ordinary people, but it’s fundamentally a hunter’s space.
Nine out of every ten people walking around are awakened ones.
If there hadn’t been an unspoken rule like “hunters must not request photos or autographs from each other,” I suspect our shopping would have taken twice as long, given how much of a focal point Kang Han was.
Earlier, I noticed some people buying the exact same clothes that Kang Han had selected.
It was an excellent sign.
It meant that Kang Han and the Justice Guild’s image were shifting in a positive direction.
But the most important thing was this:
“No matter how fine the clothes, if your face and physique don’t measure up, it’s all for nothing. In that regard, the guild master already has everything.”
Besides, the outfit Kang Han was wearing now wasn’t even hunter-grade gear—just standard techwear and military boots from his service days.
That said it all.
Truly exceptional value for money.
“Why? Are you embarrassed?”
When he didn’t respond, I looked over to see Kang Han’s ears flushed crimson as he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Don’t say things like that….”
“When persimmons ripen to a deep red, we call them ‘hongsi.’ What else would you call it?”
And this particular hongsi could fight exceptionally well.
‘Hmm. Techwear really does suit Kang Han’s image.’
If I dressed him in formal wear, he might look like a soccer player heading to an awards ceremony.
‘Maybe I should establish techwear as Kang Han’s signature look.’
That’s a good idea.
He’ll be standing in front of cameras more and more, and the guild’s status will continue to rise.
Yet despite all that, the guild master maintains a humble appearance, no different from any other hunter.
Not bad at all.
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
“Then I’ll call a taxi….”
“The tenth floor.”
The real shopping was about to begin.
“The tenth floor has….”
“Weapons.”
Just because a hunter dresses modestly doesn’t mean their weapons should be modest too.

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