The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 45

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Magic Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! Episode 45
What Eoji handed over was a tree root as thick as a rope.
“What is this?”
“It’s something like a wild ginseng or rose root.”
Why did it sound like some kind of iced herbal tonic?
The Director sniffed it tentatively. The scent that rose from it was indeed a blend of ginseng and rose, mingled in equal measure.
“The smell… that’s interesting. But what am I supposed to use this for?”
“It’s a medicinal material. A really good one!”
Behind her, Geumhui nodded in agreement.
“When I broke my back and my osteoporosis was acting up terribly, my granddaughter brought me something like this… and after eating it, my condition cleared right up.”
“You actually recovered from eating this?”
“Pheasant or chicken—as long as it’s tasty, it’s fine. Since it’s good for you, just take it.”
The Director examined the root more closely.
Most medical professionals trained in modern Western medicine tend to look down on herbal remedies.
For every person who boils some grass they’ve heard is good for health and ends up in the emergency room with spiked liver values, there are even more patients who miss their window for treatment while chasing after herbal cures.
But the Director was both a doctor and a Healer who had undergone Awakening, a state that transcended modern medicine itself.
Looking into the root, the Director sensed an unusual energy flowing within it.
“Little one. This is ginseng, you said?”
“A ginseng that used to be a rose. And she’s my friend too.”
“A ginseng that’s also a rose, and she’s your friend? Isn’t your range of friendship awfully broad?”
“Well, I’m a magic… ahem!”
“Mm?”
“Anyway, my friend broke off a piece for me. She said it’s an amazing medicine, so if you do research on it, you might be able to make good medicine too.”
…….
“Please use it for your patients!”
Something flickered in the Director’s eyes. As a Healer, she could clearly see the value in that tree root.
Eoji let out an internal sigh of relief.
‘Good thing she didn’t dismiss it.’
Days ago, after visiting the hospital patients and returning, Eoji had wrestled with a private dilemma.
She couldn’t injure her hundred-year ginseng friends in order to heal injured people. That was only natural.
Yet the screams of the patient who had just been brought into the Underground Hospital kept echoing vividly in her head the farther she got from the hospital.
‘I’ve never heard an adult cry out like that before.’
Nor was that the only thing weighing on her.
‘Jang Geumhui? We shared a room before at the rehabilitation hospital.’
The older woman who had been in the same hospital room as her grandmother.
Geumhui had recovered and grown healthy, but seeing that woman lying in bed with a large orthotic brace made something sit wrong in Eoji’s chest.
So on the day she was organizing Plan B, Eoji summoned her third friend from the Dungeon and asked.
The hundred-year ginseng, summoned as a lush wild rose, answered:
‘Cut some of my stem? No way! I’ve grown so beautifully this time.’
‘I was just wondering if there was any part you didn’t need… I apologize. Well, since everything about you is magnificent anyway!’
‘Hm, hm-hmm. That’s right. I really am magnificent right now.’
Rose Ginseng trembled slightly with joy, then spoke to Eoji, who had opened the Grimoire again.
‘Wait! Don’t seal me away just yet! If it’s only about a hand’s span, I can spare that much of myself.’
‘Really? You’re sure?’
‘This part here.’
Rose Ginseng pointed out a section where there wasn’t enough moisture and had dried up, then cut off the thin roots and handed them over. The fragrance was very potent.
‘Wow, thank you so much! I’ll use it well!’
‘But there’s one condition.’
‘What is it?’
‘When you summon me, the name you call me—”Wild Rose Ginseng”! What kind of sound is that?! Change it to something else!’
‘Really? I worked so hard to find that in the dictionary…’
‘Not everything that’s English is good!’
In any case, that day.
Eoji obtained the root of the hundred-year ginseng also known as wild rose. And the name of her third friend recorded in the Grimoire became Rose Ginseng.
The Director carefully wrapped the root in gauze.
“I’ll take good care of this. I hope I can share some good research results with you soon.”
“Yes!”
“Well then, shall we talk about my actual request?”

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Some time later.
At a Mana Stone Factory located in Southern Gyeonggi.
Employee C, who had been shirking work for a bit, discovered a lifeform that had no business being in the factory.
It was a child with a wealth of chestnut-brown hair bundled into one ponytail that swayed like a foal’s tail.
‘Cute… no! This is a factory!’
Mr. C hurriedly blocked the child’s path.
“Hey, kid! Who are you? How did you get in here?”
“Hello.”
The child showed no hesitation whatsoever, not startled in the least, and bowed respectfully. Soon bright, sparkling eyes turned toward Mr. C.
“I’m in second grade, and today I came to interview about ‘what work do adults do in factories!'”
“… Oh.”
“I got an access pass and came in. And this is my business card!”
The child held out a business card. On the thick cardstock sized like something from a stationery shop, the child’s name was written in marker pen.
Daily Reporter Daisy
—Exploring Justice with the Power of Magic Daily Report
Mr. C let out a snort of laughter.
“Well, well, quite impressive. Knowing what “Daily Report” means, even.”
But that levity didn’t last long.
“What work do you do in this spot, sir?”
“That’s—”
“Ah. Is this where you smoke?”
“Hack.”
C suddenly became aware of the cigarette in his left hand. The child began to cough.
“Cigarette, cough, smoking spot. Mr. Worker, hack! What’s your name—”
“No, no, no! W-wait. Don’t look at my name tag!”
Mr. C quickly covered his name tag while simultaneously trying to hide his cigarette. Needless to say, both efforts failed.
“I-I’m sorry! Go interview someone else!”
Mr. C bolted away without hesitation.
And the girl who had been about to hand over her business card, Eoji, tucked the card back into her pocket.
Grimoire sighed from inside her bag.
[Why on earth do humans smoke in no-smoking zones? This is the third time.]
“I don’t know.”
[Actually, it’s stranger that everyone just puts out their cigarette and runs away the moment you start talking to them.]
“Me too! I don’t understand the principle, but that’s what always happens.”
Since childhood, whenever Eoji spotted a smoker near a kindergarten or school, she’d casually approach and say something like:
‘Mister. Um, cough! This spot. It’s near the school… could you hold your hand higher when you flick your ashes?’
Even prickly adults would pause and ask back:
‘Hold my hand higher? Why?’
‘If you flick your ashes by bringing your hand down, cough! and let them fall, they’re right at eye level for us. I almost got something in my eye once when someone walked past!’
Strange as it was, adults would usually put out their cigarettes and back away around that point.
It was a small bit of wisdom she’d picked up over the years.
So Eoji, following her pre-made plan, walked quickly down the rear path inside the factory.
Days ago, when they were mapping out the factory strategy at the Underground Hospital,
patients in good condition had explained the problematic factory to her.
‘The factory grounds are pretty expansive. Among them, the Mana Stone Refining Building where the Hunters work is located in the innermost building.’
‘This is my access pass. Feel free to use it. I won’t have any reason to come back anyway.’
‘The route with few people is here. Though smokers frequent it, so it’s problematic in a different way…’
Eoji’s hand shot up as she interjected.
‘Oh, I have a solution for that!’
‘Good. But here’s the thing.’
The patients who were also Hunters, including the Director, asked:
‘We thought you were just a civilian, but you keep jumping into the conversation. You fought alongside Grandmother, didn’t you?’
…….
‘Ha ha. Don’t tell me you’re a Hunter too?’
Was this the right moment to be honest?
Eoji took a deep breath and slowly confessed,
trusting that these people wouldn’t do anything bad to her.
‘Actually, I’m… a Magic Hunter Girl!’
The adults exchanged looks with each other, then slowly turned their gazes toward Geumhui. Geumhui nodded.
Eoji failed to notice the silent conversation passing between them: “So that’s the setting…” / “…that’s the setting.”
In any case, her secret would be kept safe thanks to her skill, but she did manage to extract a promise from them to keep her identity confidential.
And so, after hearing the explanation about the factory,
she and Geumhui put their heads together with Siheon and Grimoire and infiltrated the factory.
‘Grandmother said she’d be inside.’
Geumhui had applied for a temporary position at the factory and was accepted. She should be working hard right now.
Their goal was singular.
The two of them would find the “manager in need of repentance” and bring her to the Dungeon!
Soon, before Eoji’s eyes,
[GEG Production—Mana Stone Refining Building]
a building with that sign came into view.
‘Perfect. This is the Hunter factory!’
Just then, people passed by.
Eoji crouched beside the wall and used the item her grandmother had given her.
Item Name: Moth Cloak
Rank: F
Effect: When worn, you appear to be a moth. The more exhausted someone is, the more they wish to pretend not to see it and avoid it.
*Note: The moth’s size matches the user’s build
The item seemed to work. Even the people who had stepped out for a brief rest didn’t seem to notice Eoji. Or perhaps they were deliberately avoiding her.
A moment later, a distinctly loud voice rang out from inside.

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