Returners Guild Must Grow Properly

“I don’t have a phone number for Mahoon Woo.”

“Then, ask the manager.”

At Ji Han-gyeol's words, Ji Yeo-il shook her head and said.

“It’s okay, I think it would be nice to see your face from afar.”

"Really?"

Ji Yeo-il said with a gloomy face at the voice of the question.

“… Actually, I want to talk to you, but I’m a little scared.”

"I'm scared? What are you afraid of?”

Ji-Hyeol smiled at Ji-Hyeol's question.

“There is such a thing.”

Ji-Hyeol hardened her lips at the sight of her brother avoiding her answer. Because the face that said that was strangely excited.

She must be excited. Ji Han-gyeol could easily guess why he had such a face.

‘Gloria.’

It would be a lie to say that you can only see your face from a distance. The younger brother in front of her will try to somehow approach Doha Un.

That fact seems to make me nauseous. Ji-Hyeol asked her brother, who was standing, trying to calm her uncomfortable stomach.

“… Shall I take you?”

"no it's okay."

Her younger brother opens the front door and smiles.

“Your brother has to go to work.”

Seeing you in the evening, the door closed with such a greeting. In the silence that came to her, Ji-Hyeol raised one hand and rubbed her face.

To Ji Yeo-il, no. She is not sure if it was a good thing to leak information to Sungha.

However, there was one thing she could be sure of despite the questions she raised.

The Holy Father will die today.

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“What are you thinking, Ji Han-gyeol?”

Sungha leaned against the closed door and smiled.

Her body she occupied, the only blood in this body.

He knew immediately that he was doubting his existence. She seemed to try to hide it, but her vigilance was revealed from time to time.

“How would you know?”

Jiyeo's imitation was perfect, but how the hell did she come to know of her existence?

“I wonder if our saint even came to visit… … .”

Even so, Ji Han-gyeol had been wary of looking towards him since winter had subsided.

But that was all.

She was vigilant and showed no action. Although he leaked the saint's information, he was inclined to define that she acted on it.

Seongha had such a question and moved on. It stopped when she saw her familiar face.

“… Dante?”

“I’m here to pick you up, Holy Father.”

Sungha smiled at the soft voice.

“Do you know where I am going?”

“Aren’t you going to see the saint?”

Asking if it wasn't so, Sungha asked her all over her mouth. Dante smiles when she sees such a saint.

“I have an important schedule for Saint today. You are not the one who will leave this alone.”

At Dante's words, Sungha raised the corners of her lips languidly.

“How did you know that?”

“What is there that I don’t know about you?”

Hearing Dante's words, Sungha smiled a little.

“So is it.”

The elevator arrived as soon as Sungha had finished speaking. He was the first to climb into the open door, and Dante followed.

If anyone saw it, she seemed to think she was diligent in the early morning.

“You were the one who supported her side.”

These were the words that came out of her silence. At the words of the Holy Father, Dante said with a smile on her eyes.

“It was an honor to have such a precious person.”

She wouldn't think of a saint that much.

As the Holy Spirit hid her heart, she smiled at her eyes just like Dante. The elevator that went down quickly stopped and the door opened. She said as the Holy Father moved her steps outside of her.

“Even so, Dante, you are waiting outside.”

The Holy Ghost knew that Dante had gone to visit her Doha Woon at will. It was because Rachel, who showed her blind allegiance to her Holy Father, informed her of this.

So, this was a kind of punishment.

Dante smiled at her vaguely at the words of her Holy Father, and she asked.

“How do you think the Holy Father will see you?”

Today's press conference was only available to some reporters who were contacted by Hwarang and Houn.

In response to Dante's question, Sungha raised the corner of her mouth and asked.

She asked, “How do you think she will go to see St.

She said the answer was simple.

All she has to do is take the same method she did for Ishion.

* * *

“… hurt."

"hurt? Where? Why?"

It doesn't seem to make sense to ask.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Ishion covered his head and complained of a headache. Seeing Ishion like that, Hae-roon smirked

“Gilma-sama, Deseul-nim, you’re playing a trick now.

“You are quiet.”

He was not a judge to be quiet. The judge began to slurp out his voice as if it was unfair to my words.

“How could you do this to Rowoon! Gilma, it’s not okay!!”

Ishion frowned at the loud voice as if it was difficult to hear.

I threw the script I was holding toward Hae-roon's mouth and looked at Ision.

There was no major trauma, but there was only one reason for this headache.

'Damn Holy Mother bastard.'

He must have suddenly increased the intensity of his brainwashing.

I gently stroked Ishion's head and used my rest. The groaning and paining voice gradually diminished. Ishion, who closed his eyes comfortably, leaned on my shoulder and started exhaling evenly.

It must be... … .

“… It's like Rika."

"What? Who do you think who?!”

The little cat, who was rubbing its cheek against Ishion's ankle, was startled by Hae-Hwan's voice and ran to the corner.

"Rika, you're surprised!"

“It’s because Gilma-sama is talking nonsense! How did that kitten look like such a cute cat?!”

“Noisy, wake up.”

Harun jumps at my words and raises his finger.

“Who is the child?! The real kid is over there!!”

Hae-roen pointed to a baby dragon who was drinking milk hard in the kitchen.

- Mamma?!

“It’s nothing, so Lim is still drinking milk.”

Rim-i smiles broadly and shoves her nose into her milk bowl again. Reassured by the sight, I slapped Hae-Hae-Won on the shoulder without pain.

“I said it was noisy.”

“Hey, Gilma, you’re too much.”

what to say

“Gilma, Judge. Haven't you gone yet? Then I get scolded by the vice guild leader in Doha.”

At just the right time, the Archduke appeared. It looked like it had come out of a wash, and her hair was full of water.

Today is Friday.

The day of the press conference announcing the “return”.

When I asked the other guild members if they were willing to attend, except for Hae-roon and Uma-hun, the answer they got back was:

|Northern Archduke| : I've got a clumsy camera.

|Spirit Temple| : It must be difficult to protect the company.

|Brave| : Shouldn't we go to the store?

|Strongest| : Do you handle the vacancy?!

Doesn't it create a camera buzz that doesn't exist, or don't they say that you have to protect the company without being attached to it?

What kind of store do you see when the store is broken every day? And Moorim... … !

let's not talk

I took a deep breath and beckoned the peasant to come over.

"why?"

It wasn't the Archduke who would listen to me. I frowned at him and said.

“Don’t ask, just come quickly.”

The Jewish Duke approaches with a sullen face. Harim, who was sticking her nose in the milk bowl, also flew away shouting “Mamma!”

… Harim, you don't have to come.

but tell me what

I stood up carefully so as not to wake Ishion, and forced Judas to sit in the seat where I was sitting.

“What is it? Gilma, what are you doing now?!”

"Shh."

I made Izion lean on the Judean's shoulder. The duke looks at me with a frozen face. He smiled at her eyes and said.

“I’m looking at the house with Ishion.”

- Mamma!

“Ha-rim is watching the house with Dad, too.”

Harim nodded his head broadly. The Judean just looked at me with a grudge and his mouth twitched.

It seems that something flew away and no words came out.

He smiled at the sight and tapped Hae-roon's shin, who was sitting there with a tired face.

"Go."

“… Gilma, do you know that you are a really scary person?”

“What am I afraid of?”

Harun smiles and gets up from his seat. Even after diligently carrying out the script I threw at his mouth.

“Still, I like it.”

"what?"

“What do you think would be good?”

With a smile on his face, he turned his head away. No matter how much I thought about it, ignoring the harmful wizard seemed to be the answer.

“Gilma-sama, are you ignoring Rowoon?”

“Don’t be rude and open the portal quickly.”

At my words, Hae-roon made one cry and opened the portal.

I gave my last greeting to Judeong, who became Ishion's pillow, and then walked to the portal.

Early in the morning, I got my makeup done at the shop and put on a suit. I also read the script several times that her brother had prepared all night long.

Now, there is only one thing left: the press conference ends safely.

As soon as he left the portal, the sight he saw was Doha-in's distorted face.

“Do Haun!!”

Damn, I guess I came too late. I came just in time for the press conference to start, but what would make you so angry?

First of all, it's an excuse.

“No, that’s what… … .”

“Did you come late because you were hanging out with Hae-roon?!”

“What kind of bullshit!!”

excuses suck.

I screamed and took the script from Hae-Hoon.

“I came late because I memorized this, why!!”

Doha In squints his eyes and says he is not sure.

“You’re going to give your answer anyway, so don’t lie, Do Haun?”

“Isn’t that a lie?”

I stabbed Harm in the side and sent a message.

|Pr. Shinsala (guild leader)| : What are you doing while you are standing still? Dohain is trying to make a strange misunderstanding now!

Harmful shrugs at the message I sent. He didn't seem willing to help.

Damn you, you bastard!!

Now that this has happened, I have to change the topic. Before I could even think of that, the door to the waiting room swung open.

“Dohaun, the burden is here.”

A serious and low voice.

Doha In frowned at the voice that echoed in the waiting room.

“New life… No, the Dohaun guild leader. Mahoon brought him.”

After the appearance of the guild leader Umahan, he rotted in.

“Houn, are you here?”

Ha-Jun, who follows Doha-In, relaxes his expression at the appearance of his brother. He was an easy-to-understand brother.

I shook my head and walked towards the Demon King.

Unlike anyone standing with Doha-in, the neatly dressed suit suited him quite well.

“Damn, are you ready?”

nod his head I smiled broadly at him and said,

“Then let’s go.”

Then he stretched out his hand towards the toxic judge who didn't want to move.

“You should go too, Harmful.”

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