𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐
Presidential Office.
In the living room, where the guards were sent out, only three people remained.
Choi Dae-soo, Do Kyung-hoo, and Siwoo.
On the table in the living room was enough food to make one’s legs tremble and over ten different kinds of alcohol. Do Kyung-hoo, who saw this, drank without hesitation.
“Hahaha! How long has it been since I’ve had a drink like this! Is it because it’s the president’s hospitality that it tastes even more luxurious!”
“Hooㅡ Drink as much as you want. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Choi Dae-soo stood by the window, smoking a cigar.
The pungent, white smoke spread out with the outside air.
【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞! 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨!】
Pre spoke happily while his cheeks quivered like they were about to burst.
Just how did so much food fit into that small body? But Pre stuffed food into his mouth like a hamster.
Siwoo picked up a small bottle of beer.
Arch enemies. . . they weren’t quite like that, but it didn’t seem like they would ever sit face to face like this and eat.
‘𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙.’
After all, people’s perspectives change depending on their position.
“So, based on the information you got from Germany, the gate that was reversed has its ‘Gate Heart’ on the outside, not the inside.”
“That’s right. I don’t know who came up with the idea, but it seems like they’re someone who’s quite knowledgeable about magic.”
Siwoo nodded in response to Choi Dae-soo’s question.
The idea of artificially creating a gate was great, but to go so far as to reverse the door.
A magic circuit for the sole purpose of destruction.
“By any chance, was there that signature they always leave behind this time around?”
“I broke the heart, and there was a jewel inside that said 〈Pandemonium〉.”
“Hahaha! Why are you only talking about work when we haven’t seen each other in so long! Min Siwoo, hurry up and eat!”
Do Kyung-hoo must have been feeling good because he drank some alcohol, because his face was already flushed red.
【𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤!】
“W-What?? Mad Dog, can this guy drink alcohol?”
“He can hold his liquor rather well. Just let him be.”
“Hahaha! Good, good! Let’s make a bet on who wins, you red head!”
【𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞! 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞!】
Choi Dae-soo frowned as if he were looking at a strange sight.
It was because he had never once imagined a scene where Do Kyung-hoo and a doll were sharing drinks.
“But is it okay for you to shield me like that?”
At that moment, Siwoo directed a question at Choi Dae-soo.
The press conference that had happened this afternoon.
It was at that press conference that Choi Dae-soo had officially announced the President’s stance.
He had simultaneously supported the hunter named Min Siwoo and acknowledged that he had been a member of the Three Venerables in the past.
It was bound to cause quite a bit of controversy, going beyond the president’s mere breath and acknowledging him as a monster who had been one of the ‘Three Venerables’.
“Hooㅡ For a while, It will be noisy. Especially those who know the past. They’ll probably wonder what the president’s true intentions are for bringing back a family register that he had intentionally erased.”
Choi Dae-soo briefly looked at the bottles of alcohol on the table, then picked one up and poured it into a glass.
“This is a traditional liquor called ‘Samhaeju’. It’s a liquor that’s been registered as an intangible cultural asset. Would you like to have a drink?”
Siwoo picked up a glass that was next to him and received the alcohol that Choi Dae-soo poured for him.
A liquor with a clearer color than makgeolli but a cloudier color than soju filled the empty glass.
Siwoo poured the liquor into his mouth.
He winced.
A very bitter taste, followed by a sweetness that lingered.
“Keh keh keh. Looks like you’re not one for liquor.”
Siwoo picked up a chopstick of raw meat and chewed it slowly.
Choi Dae-soo poured himself another glass and drank it all at once, then continued what he was saying.
“I’ll say this in advance, but I don’t have any ulterior motives. I have no intention of using you for political gain, and I have even less intention of solidifying my position.”
“I figured as much.”
“I’m glad you do. It’s a bit late to say this, but I wasn’t the one who erased your records.”
Choi Dae-soo didn’t look at Siwoo.
He just stared out the window, smoking a cigar. His gaze seemed to be fixed on some moment in the past.
“That was the ‘world’s’ will.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Ha ha ha! Min Siwoo! The demon race and mankind have a non-aggression pact. They can’t allow disharmony into a new era built on peace!”
Do Kyung-hoo, who had been listening from the side, responded with a flushed face.
After Siwoo fought the Demon King and was transferred to another world, humanity ended the war with the Demon King and the Demon Race.
They formed a non-aggression pact, promising not to invade each other’s territories.
And the demon race requested that mankind erase all ‘unfavorable records’ of the past.
The man who’d caused them defeat after defeat to the point of endangering the very life of the Demon King.
That was the reason why Min Siwoo’s records had disappeared.
“Of course, we couldn’t publicly announce that we were doing this because it reflected the Demon Race’s request. So in the end, the public thinks that I erased them.”
“Well, even if Choi Dae-soo is shameless, he does have some pride.”
“Huu~. If it had been up to me, I would have actually erased you, rather than just your online history, mad dog.”
“I get that, you one-eyed. However, by bringing me into the open like this, aren’t you afraid the demon race is going to get restless? Or am I bait?”
Choi Dae-soo let out a vulgar laugh at Siwoo’s question to himself.
Dammit.
If the demon race finds out the Mad Dog that nearly brought about the Demon King’s demise has returned, there’s no guarantee they’ll just sit still and take it, and 〈Pandemonium〉, who follow them, might make a move as well.
Of course, this was in the simplest case.
“No. Rather, it could be the opposite.”
“. . . . . . .”
“Am I the bait and the shield?”
“Kukuku. That’s about right. As expected, you’re great.”
Choi Dae-soo smiled in satisfaction at the results Siwoo had deduced in this short moment.
It wasn’t easy to infer different results based on a single premise that he had given.
“The Demon Race will pay attention, but. . . the probability of 〈Pandemonium〉’s terrorism occurring in Korea will decrease. And if things go poorly, it might even end up turning the eyes of the world toward the demon race instead.”
The public still didn’t know that 〈Pandemonium〉 was the main instigator of the terrorism.
The organization’s size, purpose, and relationship with the Demon Race hadn’t been revealed, so it hadn’t been made public.
“That’s right. If something happens to you, there will be people who suspect the Demon Race. That will put the brakes on 〈Pandemonium〉’s movements, so you’re a great bait and shield.”
“Thanks for the compliment, one-eye.”
Siwoo raised his middle finger.
And so night fell.
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“Damn it, things have gone completely wrong!”
Minister of Defense Kim Hui-ho pulled at his hair as if he were tearing it out.
He had thought he was just giving a little push to a hunter, but who would have known he was one of the Three Venerables.
“Minister, calm down. . . .”
“Shut up!”
When Chief of Staff Yang Jun-mo tried to calm him down, Kim Hui-ho shouted at him.
If that punk hadn’t fanned the flames from the beginning, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
“Wasn’t it unavoidable? No one could have known that President Choi Dae-soo would say something like that there.”
Police Commissioner Cha Byung-chul grumbled as he let out a sigh.
These days, HSIU was doing so well that they had just wanted to suppress the arrogant newbie.
All they’d wanted to do was feed a little information to reporters, pay off some journalist at a major media outlet to spread the story, and have him run off crying during the live broadcast, but. . .
The situation had become twisted, and now they were facing a backlash.
Apparently, HSIU was going to join hands with the presidential office to find the source of the malicious rumors.
And the interviews with Rolf Bangenheimer and Benedict Ackermann had become a global issue, so the experts were saying that there was no way they could just let it slide.
“If even one reporter opens their mouth, we’re done for.”
Kim Hui-ho’s words were met with silence once again.
“It seems our esteemed Ministers are all a bunch of cowards.”
At that moment, the middle-aged woman sitting at the head of the table spoke up.
“Congresswoman Yang, do you have a plan?”
Cha Byung-chul asked carefully.
Yang Hee-ri, a current 4-term member of the ruling party and a candidate for the next presidential election.
She detested Hunters.
Politics should be done by politicians, but with the emergence of hunters, politics had become their playground as well.
Thanks to that, she had suffered a crushing defeat to Choi Dae-soo in the last primary, so this was a chance for her to get revenge.
“A plan? Let’s just kill him.”
“Wha??!”
“Okay, wait a minute, congresswoman!”
The ministers looked at Yang Hee-ri with wide eyes.
She was making such a frightening statement so fearlessly.
“I heard that the Demon Race doesn’t like that hunter named Min Siwoo.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“Let’s make it look like an assassination carried out by the Demon Race. There’s no way HSIU will investigate the Demon Race.”
Kim Hui-ho and Cha Byung-chul glanced at each other.
It definitely wasn’t a bad plan.
If there was even the slightest bit of evidence that the Demon Race had done it, the investigation would end immediately.
No one would fight the Demon Race for the sake of a dead person.
“But our opponent is one of the Three Venerables. Who could possibly kill him?”
“Oh my, Minister. Do you actually believe those silly old legends?”
Yang Hee-ri retorted sarcastically.
Cha Byung-chul turned red in the face, but he continued speaking.
“I-I don’t think that, but even so, he’s said to be on the same level as President Choi Dae-soo or Hunter Do Kyung-hoo. . . .”
“Were there only one or two hunters who were so highly praised? Just look at Ryu Ji-hwan. He was once praised by the media as a once-in-a-generation genius, but now he’s just a common criminal.”
Ryu Ji-hwan, a hunter who was once said to surpass Do Kyung-hoo or Choi Dae-soo.
Now, his life had become a prime example of a hunter’s success and downfall.
“What do you think? If you agree with my opinion, let’s proceed with this as is. If you don’t, you can go out and decide what you’re going to do.”
The ministers and vice ministers had no choice but to follow Yang Hee-ri’s ultimatum.
“Good. Now we’re all in the same boat.”
Although she hadn’t actually had any involvement whatsoever with this business with the reporter, Yang Hee-ri had immediately agreed to help when Kim Hui-ho contacted her.
The reason was none other than this.
To prevent Choi Dae-soo’s approval ratings from rising.
To put an end to the political game of trying to turn everything back to hunters.
“I knew the ministers would agree with me. . . I invited some experts in advance.”
“What?! Experts?”
“What kind of experts?”
Her subordinate went to the next room and brought back three people.
Two old men and one young man.
They all had sharp eyes and unique auras that made it clear that they weren’t ordinary.
“They’re famous assassins.”
“A-Assassins??”
Everyone except Yang Hee-ri made faces of shock.
“Don’t worry. I’ve invited the best of the best, so they won’t go around opening their mouths.”
“I understand. I’ll trust in Congresswoman Yang.”
“Me too. Since I’ve come this far. . . I’ll trust your intentions.”
She smiled contentedly.
And she gestured for her subordinate to hand the assassins a picture of their target.
The oldest looking old man received the picture.
He looked over the picture carefully and slowly opened his mouth.
“Kuk, kuk, kuk. Now this is one challenging target we’ve got.”
“Oh my. Do you know him?”
Yang Hee-ri responded as if she were echoing him.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled with a face full of murderous intent.
“I know him, I know him. Kukukuku.”
“Aha, did you see him on TV recently?”
“The legendary regenerator. . . my master.”
Red Ear replied, his eyes gleaming.
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