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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: The Power of Love
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From the moment he'd agreed to undertake the Constellation contract quest with this woman, Se-heon had resolved not to be flustered by anything that might happen.

Still, the notion that three major bridges would be completely shut down if they failed to solve the quest within twelve hours was absurd.

It was logical, though.

If they didn't complete the quest, a Gate would form, and based on the quest rewards, it would be an A-rank dungeon.

Given the government's tendency not to close a dungeon until every last byproduct had been extracted, the three bridges connecting to Yeouido would naturally be restricted for some time. It might not be until the end of next year, but they would be closed for at least a few months.

Se-heon strode through the Han River parking lot as he made a call.

- My, Anchor Yoon. It's been a while.

“Yes, sir. Have you been well? This is about something else, but is my father's yacht still at the Han River?”

- It is. But why?

Mr. Kim, the caretaker who had long served as Congressman Yoon’s butler, sounded pleased to hear from Se-heon but was also curious.

Se-heon quickly chose an excuse.

“I have a story to cover on Bamseom Island. It's urgent.”

- Is that so? It's been left at the marina. Just ask for the key. But I don't know what you'll do, since there's no one to pilot it.

“I have a license. It's been a while, but I should be fine.”

- Oh my, still. If you had told me earlier, I would have sent someone…

Mr. Kim sounded regretful. He knew Se-heon was reluctant to be indebted to Congressman Yoon, so such requests were rare.

Mr. Kim was always telling him to get along with Congressman Yoon, saying that the bond between parent and child was sacred, but Se-heon didn't mind him for it. After his mother passed away, Mr. Kim had been more of a father to him than anyone.

“I'll use it well and bring it back.”

- Alright. You're healthy, right?

“Yes. I am.”

Don't get hurt, and come visit Yangpyeong sometime.

The call ended with that final request from Mr. Kim, who managed the villa in Yangpyeong, and by then, Se-heon had arrived at the yacht marina.

“The yacht under the name Kim Seong-hyeon, please.”

“Ah, here you go.”

When he gave Mr. Kim’s name at the marina, an employee, who seemed to have been notified in advance, handed him the yacht's key and a marina access pass.

Ha-ra, who had been following quietly beside him, didn't even have to ask. Se-heon spoke first.

“If word got out that a sitting congressman has a yacht in Yeouido, he’d become easy prey.”

“Ah…”

“A swan boat might be one thing, but a yacht docking for a short while should be fine. Caretakers go to and from Bamseom Island, after all. I'll call the Han River Police.”

Whether it was the usefulness of his press credentials or simply that Yoon Se-heon was well-connected was unclear, but in any case, Se-heon had sorted out the situation flawlessly.

Ha-ra could only marvel at the sight. He even had a yacht license.

Se-heon took off his suit jacket, then pulled the cover off the yacht and started the engine. At the same time, he retrieved a life jacket from under a seat and handed it to Ha-ra.

*Vrrrmmm,* the motor rumbled to life. It wasn't until they were heading toward the middle of the Han River that Ha-ra could cautiously speak.

“You seem used to this.”

“The last time I drove one was in middle school, so not really.”

Despite his words, he skillfully steered the yacht toward Bamseom Island.

Although public access was usually forbidden, the island required maintenance, so it had a small dock. Se-heon moored the yacht there and connected the gangplank.

As she took the hand of Se-heon, who had already stepped off with his long legs, the yacht swayed, and Ha-ra nearly lost her balance.

“Careful.”

But thanks to Se-heon, who held her hand tightly with an indifferent expression, she made it across safely.

“Thank…”

Before she could finish her thanks, Se-heon turned back to tie the yacht to the dock. Ha-ra felt a bit awkward but soon realized this was no time for that and looked around.

There, in the middle of a path, was a rift hanging in midair with a small quest marker.

“There it is.”

[Constellation Event Quest: If a dungeon appears on Bamseom Island in the Han River, would it be under the jurisdiction of the Mapo branch or the Yeongdeungpo branch?]

The quest window, which seemed to be mocking them, was visible to Se-heon this time as well. He stroked his chin, intrigued.

“I'm a bit curious about that myself. If a Gate opens on the Han River, which branch has jurisdiction?”

“Ah, there’s an administrative regulation for that.”

It was a rule established after a Gate had opened once before, downriver on the Han.

“It falls under the jurisdiction of the side with the smaller area of damage.”

“And for Bamseom Island?”

“Bamseom Island's official address is in Yeongdeungpo District, so it's under the Yeongdeungpo branch's jurisdiction.”

Aha. Se-heon found this new piece of information interesting.

[Event Dungeon]
Grade: A
Party Limit: 2
Environment: Urban, Ruins
Monster Type: Machine, Robot…
Quests: Normal (1), Hidden (1), Side (0)

“An A-rank dungeon… will you be alright?”

“I'm fine. I'll just have to manage somehow.”

Ha-ra checked her inventory.

She had five or six mana recovery potions and various other miscellaneous recovery items.

They were supplies given to her by Team K during her training with Rae-young. It probably wasn't enough, but since she couldn't share the quest details with anyone outside, she had to go in as she was. There was no time.

“Anchor Yoon, will you be okay?”

Of course he wasn't. It hadn't been long since he'd gotten out of a B-rank dungeon, and the injury on his back hadn't fully healed. But he couldn't back out now. Se-heon looked at Ha-ra, then glanced at his wristwatch.

“We have ten hours left. It would be nice if we could get out before midnight.”

Se-heon was not unaware that Kang Ha-ra was also a victim of her whimsical Constellation. It wasn't as if she wanted to enter this dungeon either. So, he decided to simply act composed. Complaining about the situation would solve nothing.

“I’ll get us out before 8 PM.”

Se-heon looked down at her, surprised. Before 8 PM? He checked his watch again. Was it possible to clear an A-rank dungeon in six hours? Despite his doubt, he was grateful for her words.

“Very well. I’ll postpone our dinner reservation.”

“Dinner reservation?”

“We were supposed to have dinner, were we not?”

Ah. Ha-ra finally remembered with a start. It seemed she had forgotten.

A restaurant in Yeouido with a nice atmosphere. His last act was to send a text to the manager, asking if they could push their reservation back by two hours. Then, the two of them stepped into the barrier.

Each, of course, with a different thought in mind.

‘I’ll be damned if I don’t get those tickets today.’

‘It would be nice if we could still have dinner.’

＊ ＊ ＊

*Screeeech…* In the sky far away, something resembling a pterodactyl flew by with a shriek.

Ha-ra drew light from the sword in her hand. A crackling sound echoed as thick sparks of light flared. Even to Se-heon's eyes, the light was clearly thicker and longer than before.

Ha-ra kicked off the ground and shot upward. Her special training with Rae-young had indeed been effective. The dungeon was certainly A-rank, but she was clearing it in an instant.

The fact that it was an urban-type dungeon was also an advantage.

“Ha-ra. Do you have any idea how incredible your skill’s trait is?”

Those were Kwon Wook's words on the first day of her special training. Before entrusting her to Rae-young, Kwon Wook had given Ha-ra a stern warning.

That she had to be extremely careful with that sword.

That was how immense the cutting power of Ha-ra's light was. Back in her civil servant days, she had used that light for nothing more than slicing apples. The E-rank ‘Candlelight’ was truly on the level of a candle, taking a long while just to cut through an apple.

But now.

Ha-ra swung her sword. With a *zzzat*, the mechanical monster before her was sliced in half. *Kaboom!* A massive explosion erupted.

The S-rank Candlelight wasn't a candle at all; it was more like a laser cutter. Buildings and machines split apart along the trajectory of her swing. She was pulling off feats she had only seen in cartoons as a child.

Se-heon, who stood behind her with his arms crossed, was inwardly amazed.

The urban dungeon was narrower and deeper than he expected. With a radius of only about two kilometers, it wasn't very wide, making it the perfect stage for Ha-ra to run wild. When Ha-ra slashed a cross-shaped beam, even monsters beyond her line of sight exploded.

The only problem was her lack of mana.

“Hah, I'm dying.”

Ha-ra returned in a flash, her face drenched in a cold sweat as she collapsed to the ground.

Se-heon checked his watch. 6:20 PM.

From the entrance, Ha-ra had been systematically clearing the dungeon. She would grit her teeth and slice through any monsters in sight before they could even attack.

Being an A-rank dungeon, there were many unimaginably large monsters. In those moments, Ha-ra would fly up swiftly and cleave them in two from midair.

Se-heon thought to himself, *is this even possible?*

Of course, it was. The fact that Ha-ra had a penalty made it so. In reality, Ha-ra had only been fighting properly in this dungeon for a very short amount of time.

Ha-ra’s mana was 9. It was a limiting number for continuously using an S-rank skill.

From the moment she drew light from her sword, she was exhausted in less than thirty seconds. She fought by attacking for thirty seconds, then downing a mana potion. Once the potions ran out, she had to collapse and rest. Her efficiency was close to rock bottom. She needed to rest for an hour at a time.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine.”

“What about mana potions?”

“I drank the last one a while ago.”

Se-heon pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and offered it to her. The seated Ha-ra gave a slight bow and took it to wipe away her sweat.

“This is too inefficient. It would have been better if you had fully awakened.”

“It’s fine. Can't be helped. I should be glad I can even use an S-rank skill through a loophole.”

Ha-ra said this as she handed the handkerchief back to him, then groaned and curled up again. It seemed her stamina couldn't handle chugging six mana potions either.

“So bringing dozens of potions isn't really a solution, then.”

“Probably not?”

Feeling a pang of pity, Se-heon knelt on one knee beside Ha-ra and used the handkerchief she had returned to wipe the rest of the sweat from her forehead. It was an act born purely of sympathy.

But the moment his hand rested on her forehead, Ha-ra’s eyes widened.

“Huh?”

*What is it?* As he wondered, Ha-ra suddenly grabbed his hand. Then she let out another, louder sound.

“Huhhh?”

And right after that, a soft fanfare rang out.

[Love lets you find strength you never knew you had!]

[With the power of love, huzzah!]

*Are you kidding me?* As Ha-ra’s expression soured, the perceptive Se-heon asked, “Is something wrong?” Ha-ra replied with a look of disbelief.

“Because holding your hand feels good…”

At that, Se-heon’s face instantly flushed red.

“What are you—”

But Ha-ra wasn't even looking at him; she was tapping at the empty air a few times.

“Ah! You should have told me this sooner!”