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    • by Cristae — 367 The Anchor of Toulon (1) “They replied?” Toulon, a port city in southeastern France. “From where? Who sent it? Are they going to help with the raid? When?” “Calm down and come over here.” “I thought everyone was ignoring us, but I guess they did check. That’s a relief. At least they can read.” The guild Anchor of Toulon, based in this city on the Mediterranean coast. A young man burst into the guild office, making a fuss. “It’s been almost a year, right?…
    • by Cristae — 368 The Anchor of Toulon (2) Anchor of Toulon is a ten-person guild. For a guild named after its city, it’s small, but ten years ago, it had over fifty members and was the city’s representative guild. Funès didn’t want to share all the details with an outsider. Fortunately, Woo Heejae didn’t pry into guild affairs, even after noticing the old group photo hanging by the office entrance. “So, how many people are participating in the raid?” “With you, twelve.” “Twelve?…
    • by Cristae — 369 The Mages of Marseille (1) Alain Richard was a mage. And like most mages, he took pride in being one. Whenever he mentioned this, Richard’s master would shake her head and lament the state of things. ‘This is why people have such a poor opinion of mages. All the young ones are missing something.’ He had plenty he wanted to say, but Richard swallowed every word that rose to the tip of his tongue. After all, his master was a far greater mage than he could ever hope to be, someone…
    • by Cristae — 370 The Mages of Marseille (2) Charlotte Mallet did not consider herself a particularly great mage. Well, yes, she was an archmage, but that didn’t sum up the worth of a mage. Some might think so, but at least Mallet believed there were many ways to earn respect even without a unique magic. She was living proof. For Mallet, being recognized as a mage had nothing to do with her unique magic. She only became an archmage in her sixties. By then, she was already acknowledged in several small…
    • by Cristae — 371 The Mages of Marseille (3) Alain Richard turned out to be a better person than I expected. Kim Chaemin, beside me, looked exasperated. “Isn’t your opinion changing a little too easily?” “There are no bad people among those who love the arts…” Except there were plenty of rotten people, including the one who once stiffed me on payment. “Not that there aren’t any, but he doesn’t seem like someone with ill intentions.” “Did you enjoy the show?” I hesitated…
    • by Cristae — 372 Group Project (1) “It was a C-rank dungeon.” Fortunately, Alain Richard only panicked at first—he calmed down quickly. Maybe it was because Kim Chaemin was there. Not just anyone, but an archmage. There must have been a certain faith that, at the very least, his life would be safe... Well, it wasn’t just Richard. Other mages began to gather quietly around Kim Chaemin. “It wasn’t a particularly dangerous dungeon, but still...” The sirens were blaring, and something…
    • by Cristae — 373 Group Project (2) People have many sides. Just look at Noah Michel. The so-called Jewel of Nantes, praised by all, yet what is she trying to do with monsters, humanity, and the fate of the earth? ...Well, I still don’t really know what Noah Michel wants, but let’s set that aside. Someone who seems like a villain to the world might be the best person in the world to their family. No matter how good someone is, they could be the worst parent to their own child. That’s an extreme…
    • by Cristae — 374 Group Project (3) Our questions about the guild Dantes were answered by the police officer who guided us. “There are a lot of large guilds in this area.” He didn’t bother to lower his voice, even though Hunters from Dantes could easily hear him. What a mess. It’s not that the police should be afraid of Hunters, but the fact that the police knew the internal workings of the guild and the guild didn’t even bother to deny it. Is this the European average? Or is it just…
    • by Cristae — 375 Playing with Fire (1) Kim Chaemin knew exactly what I was doing with these kids. So the archmage’s kind explanations were supplemented accordingly. “This is why you shouldn’t be fooled by initial dungeon reports!” The young Hunters of Dantes, perhaps amazed that an archmage was treating them so gently despite being mages, flocked around Kim Chaemin like a brood of ducklings. “You always have to remember. It’s not about ignoring the survey team—it’s about how dangerous…
    • by Cristae — 376 Playing with Fire (2) The moment I heard Noah Michel’s name, a certain possibility flashed through my mind. The Marseille dungeon. Mold. Seeds. Eggs. Fire and toxic gas. Noah Michel’s magic. Marie Lambert’s burn scars. I started weighing possibilities and probabilities, then stopped myself. It’s a bad habit. I, of all people, should know there’s no end to it if I just keep thinking. I decided to keep it simple. The reason I came to Europe. The reason Kim Chaemin…
    • by Cristae — 377 Playing with Fire (3) 8 a.m. Normally, this would be the hour when the city bustles into the morning. Today, it was busy for a different reason. All the mages and Hunters who could get there overnight had gathered. Honestly, it seemed like overkill, but both sides clearly wanted to show off a little. It wasn’t just the mages and Hunters—everyone seemed to feel it. It’s rare to get a chance to observe a dungeon break up close like this. This was less a dungeon break containment…
    • by Cristae — 378 Girl of Dreams (1) ‘Her? She’s just annoying and a pain to deal with.’ Alex Hope never hesitated to offer his testimony about Noah Michel. It was less testimony and more like a coworker’s complaint—in fact, to be blunt, it was just gossip. And the content, well... it was childish whining, perfectly in line with Hope’s mental age. She annoyed him, she bothered him, that sort of thing. There was some subjectivity mixed in, but Hope was the only one who personally knew Noah…
    • by Cristae — 379 Girl of Dreams (2) “…A school, you said?” The reporter in front of me barely managed to swallow her confusion, though she couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice or the uncertainty in her eyes. Honestly, at this point, it wasn’t so much that she was hiding her surprise as simply wearing it openly. Still, the fact that she kept the interview going was something. “Yes. A school. So that young Awakened can learn about dungeons and monsters.” “Uh, um… so that’s why it’s a…
    • by Cristae — 380 Girl of Dreams (3) Once upon a time, there lived a kind and gentle mage who loved tending gardens. “Isn’t ‘kind’ and ‘gentle’ the same thing?” “Be quiet.” “Yes.” The kind and talented mage cultivated a beautiful garden of her own. Her favorite flower was the rose she’d inherited from her grandfather, but her garden wasn’t filled with roses alone. The mage wanted to help others with the flowers she grew... “Wasn’t she already grown up?” “Don’t…
    • by Cristae — 381 Girl of Dreams (4) A rose that absorbs magic. Kim Chaemin even showed me data on what happened when she transplanted the rose into contaminated soil. Just a single rose. It didn’t have a dramatic impact on the polluted land, but you could see with the naked eye that the ground, which had turned unnatural colors like factory wastewater, had regained a bit of its original hue. “It depends on the type of contamination, but it definitely worked on land tainted by monster poison or magic.…
    • by Cristae — 382 Girl of Dreams (5) Thirty minutes ago. The Grand Conference was proceeding in a relaxed atmosphere. According to Alain Richard, there hadn’t been a conference this peaceful in years. In fact, he said it was the first time he’d seen one like this. European mages, huh... Well, I can’t say I was surprised. I’d been curious to see what kind of train wreck might unfold. But I knew why things had turned out this way, instead of the disaster I’d half-expected. Was it because of…
    • by Cristae — 383 Tied Feet (1) Brrring. A classic, uninspired ring—devoid of even a hint of creativity. As if playing a game of tag, the moment one phone rang, others began to follow in quick succession. Groans echoed from various desks around the room. "Hello, this is Hunter Training High School." "...No, not at the moment." "If you're a student..." With a satisfied expression, I glanced around the director's office. Even though it was called the director's office, Imi-seon's time at…
    • by Cristae — 384 Tied Feet (2) Hong Seok-young is strong. No one can deny that. But when it comes to the question of just how strong Hong Seok-young is, there’s inevitably a degree of subjectivity involved. Is Hong Seok-young the strongest in the world? He would be the first to deny it. Yet people love to rank things, and whether online or in the real world, there is always talk about who the strongest hunter is. For over a decade, Hong Seok-young’s name has never once been absent from those…
    • by Cristae — 385 Tied Feet (3) “To be blunt, I’ve been led around by the nose this whole time.” Hong Seok-young began his story without holding anything back. He was so utterly unreserved that Mr. Daniel, who was almost certainly affiliated with some American intelligence agency, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “The U.S. government is no help at all. They don’t know how to do anything.” Yet Daniel said nothing. And Daniel was beginning to resemble more and more the pitiable victim of a…
    • by Cristae — 386 Clue (1) “…It’s not my fault.” “Did anyone say it was your fault?” Sitting in the passenger seat, Hong Seok-yeong snickered. “Why are you so lacking in confidence?” “It’s not that…” “You shouldn’t apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong.” Hong Seok-yeong spoke with a voice tinged with laughter. “Even if you really did something wrong, you should still act with confidence.” “That’s not right.” “Why not?” “What do you…
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