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    • by Cristae — Character Profiles Woo HeejaeBirthday: September 30Age: 30→31Height: 187 cmMBTI: ENTJFavorite Food: Labor-intensive dishesHobby: Watching so-bad-they're-good moviesTMI: Has won an award at a short film festival. Hong SeokyeongBirthday: August 15Age: 49→50Height: 193 cmMBTI: ISTPFavorite Food: Fried riceHobby: Visiting museums, hiking with his sonTMI: Treasure – a family photo (with his wife, first son, and a photo with his second son) Woo IrokBirthday: September 30Age: 10→11Height:…
    • by Cristae — 348 Interference (1) “Inside from inside?” “You can only destroy a dungeon core by entering the dungeon in the first place.” “Well, that’s because the core is inside the dungeon…” I almost asked why he was stating the obvious, but stopped myself. It wasn’t as if Kim Chaemin didn’t know that; there was something elusive, something just out of reach, that was catching at me. Inside the dungeon, from inside. Henry Lehmann, who had turned into a wooden puppet inside Kim…
    • by Cristae — 349 Interference (2) “Alex?” I led Kim Chaemin to Sandra Gamble. Even then, Kim Chaemin remained silent. Now that I thought about it, there hadn’t been many occasions for Kim Chaemin to meet Hope directly. Not that there were none… but at those times, Kim Chaemin had always said there was something he needed to check and had cut off contact, leaving the scene. It was only later that I learned Kim Chaemin had been cultivating mana grass in the collapsed territory during that period.…
    • by Cristae — 350 Interference (3) One must live with a positive outlook. What’s the point of worrying over what’s already happened? I always say this: instead of dwelling on the past, you should deal with what’s right in front of you, one thing at a time. This is no different. What’s done is done. Unless something truly bizarre happens and someone travels back in time, there’s no way to change what has already occurred. So, what should one do? First, let’s try to think positively. Kim…
    • by Cristae — 351 Kitchen Garden and Greenhouse (1) Until just before I came to the past, I preferred to make plans for the future. I had dreams, vague though they were, of retiring at a certain age and living out my days in some quiet, warm country. At that time, I even thought I might sponsor a promising young director and contribute to the film industry. I saved up money for that purpose, too. With my father around, I never truly worried about money, but I won’t deny that watching my bank balance steadily…
    • by Cristae — 352 Kitchen Garden and Greenhouse (2) The greenhouse was completed in no time. The plants Kim Chaemin had transplanted, along with the flowers the children had planted, filled the kitchen garden surrounding the greenhouse. Han Taekyung would be the one to procure the mana grass. After all, at school he didn’t have much to do except play with the kids. Might as well put him to use this way. “But you know, I’ve been thinking.” Thinking, huh... “Wouldn’t it help my future plans more to…
    • by Cristae — 353 Kitchen Garden and Greenhouse (3) Human emotions cannot be so easily divided, as if slicing a radish. It’s the same with Kang Taewoo. Every time I look at that child, I’m filled with complicated feelings. Though, under protective measures, we’ve become something like family, it’s not quite right to call us real family. But to say we’re not family at all—that’s not true, either. It’s just complicated. It’s hard to define. Of course, I know he’s not the kind of kid I…
    • by Cristae — 354 Molting (1) The school is peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that it’s almost unsettling. No, of course a school should be peaceful. But just think of all that’s happened here. We’ve had creatures with wings instead of arms attack us, monsters falling from the sky. Even for a Hunter training high school, it’s been excessive. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if a dungeon appeared next. ...Words have a way of coming true. I should watch what I say. At any rate, the quiet days…
    • by Cristae — 355 Molting (2) “Ugh, wow...” As soon as I set her down, Shin Minseo collapsed onto the floor. “I feel like I’m going to throw up...” She was a bit unsteady, unlike Gamble, who was standing upright on her own two feet. Well, Gamble was an Awakened, after all. “I had to run myself or it would’ve taken too long. My apologies.” “This school is unnecessarily huge...” Her face was still pale, but as soon as she caught her breath, Shin Minseo sprang to her…
    • by Cristae — 356 Molting (3) What? Did she just ask if I made this on purpose? I almost retorted—why would I ever create something like this?—but stopped myself. Because I immediately understood the line of reasoning that led Park Seohyun to ask such an innocent question. I’d left most of the management of the mage students to Kim Chaemin, only teaching the occasional rune class. Still, Park Seohyun would sneak over to me during after-school study hours. That started after she found out I was...…
    • by Cristae — 357 Molting (4) My father taught me nearly everything he knew. How to move my body, how to use my head. How to become a passable Hunter and clear dungeons, how to think strategically to become a decent Hunter. ...And so on. He didn’t just teach me how to become a Hunter. He taught me the things a parent should teach a child, the things a father should pass on to his son. He taught me, truly, everything necessary to live. Of course, that didn’t mean my father could prepare me for…
    • by Cristae — 358 Molting (5) How old was Hope again? I tried to recall what Im Miseon had told me about Alex Hope. All I could remember was that it hadn’t been long since he graduated high school. Was he twenty-one? Twenty-two? Even if another year had passed, it didn’t make much difference. Even though he was in his twenties, Alex Hope never struck me as particularly mature. At best, he seemed like a high schooler. Maybe even a bit like little Yoo Jieun. That was probably because, until he met Sandra…
    • by Cristae — 359 New Employee (1) Kim Chaemin arrived at the school before noon that day. Unlike usual, her yellow sports car tore across the field and screeched to a halt right at the building’s entrance. That was as much as I could see from the infirmary window. There was no way Kim Chaemin hadn’t sensed the flow of magic that Park Seohyun and Choi Jinwoo had also felt. After the problematic mass of magic—after Hope’s wings were cut off, just as he’d said, the influx of magic stopped. The pulsing…
    • by Cristae — 360 New Employee (2) Dungeon training was a perfect excuse to avoid troublesome matters. Kim Chaemin seemed to resent that. But what could I do? Managing the mana grass required her. The batch we just collected, and the small, adorable ones to be transplanted—all of it. In a way, Kim Chaemin was even less able to leave the school than Hong Seok-young. With Hong Seok-young’s extended stay in the U.S., that was being proven in real time. And for all her grumbling, Kim Chaemin didn’t seem…
    • by Cristae — 361 New Employee (3) The kids, fresh from their second successful dungeon raid, could barely contain their excitement. I wasn’t so strict as to immediately demand a review of their mistakes—there was no need to kill the mood. Luckily, they were so absorbed in the dungeon that they seemed to have forgotten whatever they’d been discussing right before entry. I hoped they wouldn’t get any more curious about what had happened at school. Of course, as someone who was once a teenager myself, I…
    • by Cristae — 362 New Employee (4) Hope looked quite different now that he was human. It wasn’t as if he’d suddenly started walking around with “human” written across his forehead, but he had dyed his hair jet black. That alone changed his whole aura. The previously flashy, multicolored hair had given him a somewhat frivolous image, but with black hair, he looked unexpectedly cold. Maybe it was because he sat there quietly, without his usual smile. His hair, grown long while he slept, was now neatly…
    • by Cristae — 363 Cleaning (1) "...Ugh." A groan slipped out between tightly clenched lips. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and trickled down her face. One droplet clung to her long lashes before seeping into her eye. For a moment, her vision blurred, but she couldn't look away. She couldn't even blink, so focused was she. Every muscle in her body ached from the tension. But that alone wasn't enough to make her stop. Her hair stood on end. Goosebumps prickled her skin. This moment might be the clue she had…
    • by Cristae — 364 Cleaning (2) “That’s not some mage’s toy, you know.” And so, we come back to the beginning. No matter how un-mage-like she might seem, in the end, a mage is a mage. After that conversation with Kim Chaemin, which left me with that realization, we focused on dismantling that damned mass of magic. Hunters might do all sorts of odd jobs, but I never imagined I’d be doing something like this in a school infirmary, not even in a dungeon. It was just a clump of magic, yet I…
    • by Cristae — 365 Invitation (1) Europe is home to many ancient and storied magical families and societies. There are hundreds officially registered, and if you count the secretive mages who carry on their traditions in the mountains as if they’re something special, the number easily climbs into the thousands. Whether all of them have the skill to confidently introduce themselves as mages is another matter entirely. In any case, to have history and tradition means to have stubbornness. And stubbornness means…
    • by Cristae — 366 Invitation (2) “What did you say?” Im Miseon, summoned to Yangseong High on urgent business, frowned the moment she arrived. I sympathized with her. Where else would Im Miseon have ever had to play the role of errand-runner, coming whenever she was called and doing whatever was asked? Wherever she went, she was treated with respect—and deservedly so. She wasn’t exactly “ordinary,” but if the youngest daughter of one of the world’s leading conglomerates had wanted to live a…
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