Translator: Vine
Translated At: Nyx Scans
Chapter: 66
After yesterday, Siwoo had completely stopped visiting.
It must have been a sudden story, so he probably has a lot to think about too.
Eunha opened the book resting on her lap.
It was something Jehwi had brought her on the first day of her hospitalization, considering she might get bored.
Flutter—
The hand casually flipping through the pages suddenly froze.
'Come to think of it.'
If I terminate the contract with Siwoo, I'll be parting ways with Manager Park too.
She had grown quite fond of him.
It would be a lie to say it wasn't lonely, but it couldn't be helped.
Including Manager Park, the officetel she was currently living in, her cellphone, and laptop—all were provided by Siwoo.
In short, the conclusion was this.
'I'm going to be penniless.'
What Eunha needed most right now to live in the modern era was, after all, money.
And to do what she wanted to do in the future, she also needed money.
Eunha stared blankly at her two hands.
No matter how much she thought about it, only one thing came to mind that she could do with these two hands.
'Won't you join Immortal?'
...Yoo Hwan.
Perhaps it would be good to keep his offer in mind.
Just as she was about to finish reading the book, someone knocked on the hospital room door.
"Sunbae, it's me."
It was Siwoo's voice.
Eunha closed the book, stood up from her seat, and opened the door.
But then.
"...What happened?"
Eunha froze, her hand still on the doorknob.
Siwoo, on the other hand, spoke calmly.
"I came to talk about the contract."
"No, not that."
Eunha's pitch-black eyes intently observed Siwoo.
His disheveled hair, dust-smudged cheeks, and not only that, but his clothes were torn in places and even stained with blood.
"Why do you look like that?"
"Ah... I, uh, fell."
"An S-Class?"
"Even S-Classes fall sometimes."
Siwoo, with a nonchalant face, brushed past Eunha and entered the hospital room.
Then, leaning slightly against the windowsill, he tilted his head.
"Anyway, Sunbae, about the contract termination."
Seeing him quickly change the subject, it seemed Siwoo had no intention of explaining the details.
It wouldn't be good to pry unnecessarily either.
Eunha averted her gaze from Siwoo and slowly parted her lips.
"...I agree it was sudden."
"It's not urgent, so take your time to think—"
"No."
Siwoo, cutting off Eunha's words firmly, lifted his head to look at her.
Siwoo, his blue eyes looking somewhat weary today, blinked a couple of times and said.
"Sunbae is right."
"Let's end the contract here."
This time, it was Eunha who blinked.
Watching her peculiar expression, Siwoo smiled faintly.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one who brought it up first, Sunbae."
Siwoo was right.
But until yesterday, Siwoo had shown a reaction as if he didn't want to terminate the contract...
"Thinking about it, it seems the losses on this side are too great."
Did his mind change drastically overnight?
His suddenly changed attitude felt puzzling.
"Supporting hospitalization costs beyond this is also difficult."
"Believe it or not, this hospital's medical and hospitalization fees are expensive."
Siwoo, perched on the windowsill, crossed his arms and added.
A voice that was only cold, without any inflection.
Was it her imagination?
Even in the breeze slipping through the slightly open window, a faint chill could be felt.
Rustle—
Their hair fluttered in the same direction.
Their eyes met.
Deep, dark eyes that, as always, made it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
But at this moment, she felt she might understand a little.
Eunha was surprised.
It was understandable.
Siwoo's attitude had changed completely in just one day.
'Don't waver.'
Siwoo, reminding himself, tightened his crossed arms, lest they loosen.
The image of Jehwi, bleeding from a gash on his forehead, flashed through his mind.
Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, but if he had been just a little late—
'He would have died.'
Siwoo bit his lower lip firmly.
Gwihoon was starting to make serious moves.
It would only be a matter of time before he reached out to Eunha as well.
Besides, this was a hospital operated by Wolf.
If he put his mind to it, he could execute his plans at any time.
"I'm sorry to say this, but you'll have to be discharged tomorrow."
Siwoo said nonchalantly, his arms still crossed.
And after a brief silence, an equally nonchalant reply returned.
"...Alright."
Eunha nodded.
She was the one who brought it up first, so she had no intention of taking it back now.
"I'll leave tomorrow."
"..."
But this time, Siwoo closed his mouth.
His blue gaze, seemingly holding something he wanted to say, rested on Eunha before quickly looking away again.
"Manager Park is unavailable for work for the time being due to personal reasons."
"Instead, I'll arrange for a taxi to be here tomorrow morning."
Having said that, Siwoo pushed himself up from his seat and strode towards the door.
Just as he was about to leave the hospital room, Eunha caught him from behind.
"Wait."
Before Siwoo could turn around, Eunha had already approached him.
"Take this."
Siwoo reflexively reached out and took the object she offered.
"What is this?"
"Ointment."
He could see that.
Siwoo stared at the ointment resting forlornly on his palm with a strange gaze.
"I have no use for it."
Siwoo too had little use for ointment.
Towards Siwoo, who was still staring blankly at the ointment, Eunha spoke again, briefly.
"Thank you for everything."
"..."
Averting his gaze from the ointment, Siwoo looked at Eunha.
Eunha's face was no different from usual.
Standing in place, silent, Siwoo eventually slowly turned his back again.
Somehow, his movements felt considerably slow.
Placing his hand on the doorknob, Siwoo glanced back at Eunha once more.
Dark eyes staring at him, as if asking if he had more to say.
Hesitating for a long time before them, Siwoo ultimately closed the door without a word and left.
The next day.
Until the discharge procedures were completed, Siwoo didn't show himself before Eunha.
Neither did Jehwi.
As Siwoo had said, only a taxi was waiting in front of the hospital.
Taking the taxi, Eunha headed straight for the officetel.
'Is this the last time I'll be coming here?'
It was quite a comfortable living space, though.
Feeling a sense of novelty, Eunha passed through the splendid lobby and headed for the 17th floor.
Room 1702.
Though not for a long period, this was nevertheless the first home she had in the modern era.
'What do I do starting tomorrow?'
Setting aside income, the manager who handled household chores and miscellaneous tasks, and even the comfortable bed to sleep in, were all about to disappear.
She had considered Yoo Hwan's offer, but thinking about it, Eunha didn't even know his contact information.
[The divine beast 'Cat Wandering in Darkness' appeals, saying there's no need to worry at all, and that sister has this cute and capable cat by her side!]
Indeed, the cat had been a great help to Eunha in many ways, but...
Staring blankly at the message window, Eunha spoke dryly.
"Then can you find me a house too?"
[The divine beast 'Cat Wandering in Darkness' trails off, saying, "W-well, that's..." It begins to make excuses, saying coins and won are fundamentally different currencies.]
[Th-th-that's why! Didn't I tell you we could live happily together in the gate! Why did you come out and suffer! The cornered cat throws a tantrum instead.]
"..."
Sighing briefly, Eunha stepped into the entrance.
It would be best to come up with a plan within today.
But then.
Stepping inside the house, Eunha stopped abruptly.
A lone bankbook and a white envelope on the dining table caught her eye.
She hadn't seen them before.
Eunha first opened the envelope.
"...?"
Checking its contents, Eunha's gaze turned peculiar.
Deed of Gift
It was a document transferring ownership of this officetel to Eunha.
This time, she checked the bankbook lying beside it.
And soon, she froze on the spot.
'One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...'
It was a bankbook containing an enormous sum, with an uncountable number of zeros.
S Hospital Penthouse, Gwihoon's room.
Beep- Beep- Beep-
In the room where the faint sound of the electrocardiogram was the only noise, thump, footsteps approached.
"You're later than expected."
Gwihoon, who had been lying motionless in bed, slowly opened his eyes.
Before him stood his son, Siwoo, a spitting image of himself.
"The Illusionist and Poison Fang."
Gwihoon, staring blankly at Siwoo, slowly began to speak.
"You turned those fellows into absolute honeycombs."
"So they can't even dream of hunter activities again."
"Didn't you expect it?"
At Siwoo's question, Gwihoon let out a smirk.
"It was beyond expectation."
They were A-Class hunters personally nurtured by Wolf.
No matter how strong Siwoo was, defeating two A-Class hunters simultaneously, and in such a short time, was a remarkable feat.
They were veterans who had gone through numerous real battles over a long period, while Siwoo, though S-Class, had significantly less practical experience.
"Thanks to that, I want to see it."
"Your capabilities, with my own two eyes."
Gwihoon slowly sat up.
Two pairs of blue eyes, the same shade, met.
"Three renowned hunters, both domestic and international, will be staying at the Wolf headquarters for a few days."
"How about you prove your strength against them yourself?"
Thump.
As soon as Gwihoon's words ended, a pile of documents was thrown at Siwoo's feet.
And on the very top of the documents, a photo of someone familiar.
"Lee Yura, was it?"
Pause.
Siwoo slowly lifted his head to look straight ahead.
Moonlight shattered through the blinds.
An old yet dignified, sick yet arrogant wolf.
"She was discharged this morning, they said."
"She's probably back at the officetel by now."
"..."
"Why. Did you think sending her away would be the end of it?"
Sssss...
Like frost settling, the tips of Siwoo's hair slowly began to turn white.
Gwihoon smiled faintly.
For him, Siwoo's current reaction provided greater certainty than anything else.
"If you accept the proposal, I'll stop bothering with that F-Class you're so protective of. From now on, permanently. I swear it on Wolf."
Their gazes meet.
Gwihoon spoke once more to the still young and naive wolf.
"Prove your strength before my eyes. That is all. Do that, and nothing will happen."
What will you do? Gwihoon stared at Siwoo.
"..."
Siwoo clenched his fist.
'Thank you for everything.'
The small ointment tube in his large fist crumpled as if crushed.
