Civil Servant Hunter’s S-class Resignation Log

Seora, who had prepared herself with a firm resolve, left the hotel with Jarim, who had said she wanted to go with her.

And they were both speechless.

“Oh, you’re here?”

Because of the huge car driven by Jung Hoyoung, who came to pick them up.

Even the people passing by were talking about the wheels, which boasted a terrifying dignity that makes you wonder if they were pulled from a military truck. It was even scarier because Jung Hoyoung’s outfit was a black turtleneck and a leather jacket.

It was as if she was not going to see a shaman, but some kind of war.

“Well… Guild Leader… How far are we going…?”

“Up the mountain. We’ll go up half the mountain.”

A mountain? You’re not going to push up the mountain with this huge car, are you?

“Sung Jarim, are you going too?”

“Yup! I’m going!”

While Seora was contemplating whether or not to report this as environmental destruction as a civil servant, Jarim, who got on the back seat first, stretched out.

Yeah, what’s going to happen? Jung Hoyoung is someone with common sense, so everything will be fine.

Seora put down her useless thoughts and got into the passenger seat. It was difficult to climb because the car was too high.

“Where are we going? Will it take a long time?”

“We’ll arrive within the day.”

“Is it Namhan Mountain Fortress or Mount Chiaksan?”

“Mount Taebaek.”

“… Yes?”

“There is a good restaurant nearby, so let’s have lunch there.”

Seora’s face turned pale in an instant. It’s 10 AM now, and if you want to eat lunch near Mount Taebek, how much will you step on?

She tried to shout “safe driving first” in a hurry, but it was too late.

Suddenly feeling the pressure of her body being pulled back, Seora hurriedly grabbed the handle. Jarim, who was lying in the back, missed the timing and rolled over.

It’s been so long that I forgot. Jung Hoyoung boasted a splendid record to the extent that she was once called the Ghost Driver.

I think I’m going to die before I get a good blessing.

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“I, I survived…”

As soon as the door opened, Seora crawled down on all fours and fell to the flat on the ground.

‘The power to make even an S-class suffer from motion sickness.’

She couldn’t even eat lunch because she felt so sick.

“I can’t believe you’re so vulnerable. No wonder the association’s president is so worried.”

Seora, who was vomiting in vain, felt a surge of injustice at Jeong Hoyoung’s words. I’m not the one at fault. The problem is your violent driving skills that make even Sung Jarim keel over!

“Don’t you feel anything after seeing that?”

Seora pointed to Sung Jarim, who was lying on ground floor with her. Her face looked like she was leaving a will, “I have lived a good life…!”

[Administrator: ◝(๑⁺д⁺๑)◞՞]

Even the administrator is feeling dizzy.

“Why? It would be better if we arrive sooner.”

“That’s not the problem…!”

“All right, we’ll go slow on the way back. I’ll give you some supplements to make you stronger.”

I’m not confident about winning this argument when I can’t communicate.

“Let’s go up. Sung Jarim, stop pretending to be weak and give her a piggyback ride.”

“Huh? Didn’t you bring this kind of car so we can go there in it?”

“What are you talking about? How can I drive up Mount Taebek?”

“…”

Why is there so much injustice coming from earlier?

Seora gave up saying more and was quietly carried by Sung Jarim. She ignored Sung Jarim’s murmuring that there was no need for this.

While climbing the mountain, Seora asked a question.

“Is this person that spiritual?”

The place they were walking wasn’t a proper hiking trail. There were no signs or maps, but Jung Hoyoung continued as if she didn’t care.

“Did you know there have been many changes among shamans since Hunter appeared?”

Shamans were special people who served the gods and foretold the world.

However, as unprecedented stars settled in the sky and Awakened people came into contact with gods more directly, their world was inevitably changed.

“Many shamans have disappeared, but there are still survivors. The person we will meet now is the most special among them. I’ve met them in person.”

Oh, Seora immediately understood the reason her guild name was ‘Emissary’.

It wasn’t just because she followed Song Hanna, as others thought.

“We’re here. Over there.”

Just when she thought it would take quite a while, Jung Hoyoung pointed somewhere. A wonderful hanok was nestled among the dense groves of trees where no traces of people could be felt.

“Wow, I can’t believe this is built it in the middle of a mountain.”

Beyond the wall made of stone and mud was a luxurious tile-roofed house with the appearance of a shrine. Even a couple of red lanterns were hanging from the gate, which helped the atmosphere.

“Let’s go in. I see the lights are on, so luckily, she’s inside.”

“Didn’t you make a reservation?”

“She doesn’t accept that.”

The moment when Jung Hoyoung opened the gate-

With a bang, someone ran out of the tile-roofed house.

“Aaaah, this guy is coming again! I told you not to set foot again, but you don’t even listen to me!”

A woman in a neat hanbok pointed this way with cold eyes. Surprised by how fierce she was, Seora and Jarim hid behind Hoyoung.

“How often do I have to tell you that the land will be terrible if you come here? I’ll break your legs if you dare come into the house!”

Oh my gosh. Seora opened her mouth wide. It’s the first time I’ve seen anyone say that to Jeong Hoyoung, the best assassin in Korea.

‘I guess she’s not really an ordinary person! She’ll surely get rid of my bad luck!’

Seora’s face was glowing.

“I just opened the door. I haven’t gone in yet.”

As the woman rushed, Jung Hoyoung pointed to Seora who was hiding behind her.

“It’s this kid who has business today. I’m not going in, so don’t worry and just take care of her.”

“This area is already devastated just by having you here! Oh gods, I’m amazed at how much someone can bear that aura of the otherworldly death!”

Oh, Seora’s eyes twinkled even more.

The reason why the name of the guild led by Jung Hoyoung was Emissary was that her contracted Entity was none other than the Grim Reaper. It was a god who really suited the assassin.

“Ngg? What the- Is that older sister also an Awakened?” said Jarim, who was watching the woman carefully. At that moment, the woman’s gaze fell from Jung Hoyoung.

“No wonder my head was especially bad today. There’s a lot of things hanging. Ugh.”

The approaching woman quickly stared. Her eyes were so ferocious that Jarim was frightened again.

“Bringing a guy like you. No, wait, you’re incomparably fierce. Child, where the hell did you spend a rough life enough to make your face so dry?”

“…”

Is this a contemplative view, or is it ridiculing her face for being dry?

Jarim became sullen at once.

“I’m still 26 years old…”

“Damn, you’re a good liar. You just have to fool me.”

The woman poked Jarim’s nose with her finger. It was a seemingly light touch, but Jarim grabbed her nose and curled back.

“Gosh! Oh,my nose! My nose hurts! What kind of strength was that?!”

“Well, let’s see… This one…”

But the woman ignored her and bowed her waist deeper and stared at Seora. She looked around her and…

“You, you… Mm… Mm?”

The woman tilted her head and looked into the air for a moment. Dear me!Oh!Hiyaa… Ngg?Uh huh. A row of exclamation flowed from her red-painted lips.

“I see. You’re the source of my nightmares, aren’t you? Well, it doesn’t look like a nightmare now.”

After a while, the woman grinned and turned to Jung Hoyoung.

“I’ve heard that there’s someone I have to watch. Someone who comes in with the Grim Reaper. Now I know for sure why.”

“There really must be something. It’s a good thing I brought her.”

“It’s there. It’s definitely there. Now, you two, don’t come it. You, come with me.”

The woman grabbed Seora’s back and lifted her up suddenly. It was not yet known if she was an Awakened. But this strength was really different from ordinary people.

Seora was dragged into the tiled house alone, with Jung Hoyoung standing outside the gate, waving her hand, and Jarim still holding her nose and rolling around.

“Wow, nice house.”

The wooden furniture had a fragrant smell of wood, and there were all kinds of star ornaments as if it had been moved from a museum. Even the precious ruby ​​and silk were so fun to watch.

“What do you think?”

“It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“I put everything into it, of course. Come on, sit down.”

There were several statues in the room the woman brought Seora in. The folding screen that filled one side of the room was also mysterious. Black birds with spread wings were drawn with neither Chinese nor Korean characters. Since they all looked the same, it must’ve been a certain bird. But Seora didn’t know what kind.

“It’s a good drawing, but I can’t recognize it.”

“You must be ignorant of painting. You don’t have an eye for it.”

“It’s not that my eyes are wrong; it’s that the painting is wrong.”

When Seora raised her head proudly and spoke, the woman smiled as if it was absurd.

“As expected from someone that punk brought over. Just eat, then.”

Contrary to her blunt words, the small tray placed in front of her was filled with delicious tea and refreshments. Seora was salivating because she couldn’t even eat lunch because of motion sickness.

“Uh, it’s very… Uh…”

“What? You’re thinking if it’s edible?”

“You’re really a shaman. How do you know my thought so well?”

Thank you for the food. Seora nodded and ate the soft fruit first. Well, it’s delicious.

“Of course I have to be hospitable. You brought in a terrifying fellow who can’t compare to the guy out there.”

“Yes?”

“My God is very upset from the moment you set foot on this site, but there isn’t any disturbance, as if They were minding their words.”

The woman smiled and held out a teacup in front of Seora, who had a blank expression on her face.

“My name is Baek Heewon. It’s an honour to meet you, the system administrator’s sole contractor in the world.”