𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝟐: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 1
Siwoo glanced quickly over her appearance.
Baggy clothes and cloth sandals, long black hair, blazing red eyes.
“Isn’t it common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking who I am?”
Siwoo asked pointedly, meeting her red gaze.
“Oh, is that right? It’s been so long since I’ve introduced myself. I’m Gandharva of ‘Misteltein’. Are you Siwoo?”
“Why does a noble like you have business with me?”
“Oh, I’m happy to see you, damn it.”
Gandharva slowly lowered her momentum and raised the corners of her mouth towards Siwoo.
Siwoo immediately realized that she harbored no ill will towards him, and he put away the shotgun and magic he had materialized, while Choi Dae-soo and Namir also breathed a sigh of relief and gathered their strength.
Gandharva reached out her hand first.
“It’s fate that we met like this, so shall we shake hands?”
“. . . Why on earth did ‘Misteltein’ come to see me? Surely you didn’t come here just to see my face.”
Siwoo asked in return, clasping Gandharva’s outstretched hand.
She held Siwoo’s hand and shook it, answering nonchalantly.
“Huh? I just came here because I was curious about your face.”
“. . . . . . .”
“Why are you staring at me like that? Are you smitten with my face?”
Siwoo stared at her with a bug-bitten expression, then quickly turned his head to look at Choi Dae-soo.
Choi Dae-soo shrugged.
“I don’t know either. But rumor has it that Gandharva isn’t the kind of person to be nosy and meddle. She must have really been curious about you.”
“What? Did you think ‘Misteltein’ would be joking? Don’t you believe your big sister?”
“When did I ever see you to trust you?”
Siwoo retorted, pulling his hand away from hers.
“But ‘Misteltein’?”
“She shattered all the windows as she stormed in, filling them with magic.”
Namir, who was standing next to her, said, looking at Gandharva.
“Oh. . . that’s. . . . I thought I met a strong guy, so I got too excited. . . . Hahahaha! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Hey, Choi Dae-soo! I’ll take care of the damage.”
Gandharva apologized for her actions in a self-deprecating voice.
Siwoo observed Gandharva’s appearance closely, comparing her to a certain ‘model’.
The existence above VIP that was expected to have killed Min-jun.
At the time of Kaise’s death, he had clearly stated that the 1st Hierarchy of 〈Pandemonium〉 was ‘Misteltein’.
Siwoo wondered for a moment if it was a mere coincidence that ‘Gandharva’ had come here because she was curious about his face.
It would fit perfectly if it was the mastermind who knew his pastㅡ but conversely, it was too obvious a guess.
‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘢.’
The mastermind is the type who doesn’t like to come out and prefers to manipulate from behind.
If he had liked to come forward himself, he wouldn’t have asked to kill Min-jun in such a complicated way.
He could have killed him himself, or he could have ordered a member of the organization within 〈Pandemonium〉 to do so, but he didn’t.
He commissioned the assassination so as not to be traced as much as possible, and even induced the disappearance to appear as a non-homicide.
Judging from these circumstances, he is a very different person from Gandharva.
Siwoo decided to clear his suspicions of her first.
Of course, the possibility that she was acting perfectly could not be ruled out, but analyzing her boldness and assertiveness in using magic, her body movements, and her speech, Gandharva was far from being the kind of character who would scheme.
It was almost comparable to Volk or Pre.
‘𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 12 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. . . .’
In the case of Gandharva, it was easy to judge because her personality was reflected in her actions, but for those who had surpassed masters and entered the realm of super masters, even Siwoo would have to spend a long time figuring out their true nature.
However, in the current situation, the method of elimination was somewhat certain, so excluding Gandharva would help the investigation.
Perhaps in the end, there may be only two or three candidates left to worry about, but
‘𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.’
Siwoo turned his head to Gandharva, who was smiling brightly next to him.
“Why are you laughing?”
“No, it’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a guy who doesn’t run away even after seeing my rank.”
“It didn’t seem like the kind of rank to run away from.”
“Hahahaha! As expected, you’re to my liking! Cerberus, you’re much better than that bastard!”
Gandharva drained the whole bottle of liquor that Choi Dae-soo had handed her, her red eyes shining.
“You, come to ‘Misteltein’.”
She said, her voice fragrant.
Siwoo glanced at Choi Dae-soo.
He seemed a little surprised, but also seemed to have expected it to some extent.
“Can you decide that on your own?”
“Huh? No, I’m not the only one who decides. We also have meetings of sorts. But at the last meeting, we talked about you.”
Gandharva said, pointing at Siwoo.
“So we decided to ask you in person and decide. I came here as soon as I was curious. How about it? Don’t you want to be ‘Misteltein’?”
“What happens to Choi Dae-soo if I do?”
“Hmm, I wonder? There are members who don’t like to have two ‘Misteltein’ from one country. I don’t care, but I guess we’ll have to vote again?”
Gandharva laughed and took another sip of liquor.
Siwoo couldn’t help but fall into unexpected contemplation as he watched her carefree appearance.
It was too big a variable to just ignore.
He looked next to him and saw that Choi Dae-soo was also deep in thought, his chin in his hand.
‘𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯’.
They are those who have abandoned their country, their affiliation, and even their own names.
Not one of them used their real name.
All of them used hunter aliases, or they used the names from the skills they used and used them as new aliases.
Gandharva, who was looking at Siwoo now, was a typical example.
She had a different real name, but after being chosen as ‘Misteltein’, she took ‘Gandharva’ from her skill and made it her new name.
In this way, all the members of ‘Misteltein’ abandoned their country and their name and lived a new life.
“What are you thinking, Siwoo? Whatever you want, the world government will give it to you. Money, house, food, luxury goods, anything.”
“What does ‘Misteltein’ do in return for receiving it?”
“We become a kind of guardian. When a great global disaster strikes, we come forward and kill our enemies!”
“Then why didn’t you help when the S-rank gate burst open?”
“Huh. . . .”
Gandharva scratched her cheek and made an awkward face at Siwoo’s question.
He felt a little sorry, thinking that she was an easy person to handle, but he had to get as much information as possible.
“Actually, there were some people who said to go at that time, but some people were against it. They were so divided in their opinions that they decided to vote, and I remember it ended up not happening.”
“What was the reason for the opposition?”
“Hmmㅡ ‘There are higher-ranked people there, so it’s not good for us to interfere too much. And it’s unfair to help one country and not another.’ I think that’s what they said.”
That’s a plausible story.
Siwoo thought it was a very persuasive story, even though he didn’t know whose mouth it came out of.
‘Misteltein’s’ twisted identity begins here.
They think they’ve abandoned their country, their group, and their name, but in fact they haven’t.
If they had, wouldn’t they have to worry about whether or not there were two ‘Misteltein’ from one country?
Since they do not belong to a country anyway, it is wrong to react sensitively to such issues.
The same goes for the saying ‘You have to help one country and not another’.
Why are you asking about the country when you are fighting against a global catastrophe?
Siwoo felt like asking about this, but since the opponent in front of him was the thoughtless Gandharva, he didn’t open his mouth.
A person like her might be the Awakener who truly fits ‘Misteltein’.
“I can see how your system works by listening to your story. You mean that members shouldn’t interfere with each other or cause trouble?”
“Ohㅡ! You’re smarter than you look! That’s right, there’s only one rule in ‘Misteltein’. No fighting.”
“It’s obvious. You don’t want to lose talent.”
“Siwoo! So will you join ‘Misteltein’?”
Siwoo said, looking at her as if he didn’t need to think any more.
“No, I’ll refuse.”
“Huh?? Why??”
“Master??”
Even Namir, who had been listening silently next to him, called out to Siwoo in surprise.
“You can’t fight each other? Do you know what my hunter’s alias is? ‘Mad Dog’.”
“Uh. . . but. . . it would be great if you joined our group. . .? The house is great, the food is good. . . .”
“I don’t need anything like that. And if I have to vote every time I fight, I’ll be stressed out and I don’t know how I’ll live.”
Gandharva wanted to say more to persuade Siwoo, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“And don’t you need someone like me to keep you in check?”
“Why would you keep us in check. . .?”
“Anyway, it was nice to meet you. Tell the next ‘Misteltein’ to be Choi Dae-soo. He’ll be willing to do it.”
Siwoo left the presidential office with Namir, leaving behind her innocent question.
“Master. It seemed like a very good offer, why did you refuse?”
Namir, who had been very curious, asked Siwoo cautiously.
There are very few people in the world who could receive such an offer.
Rather, it would have been strange if Siwoo’s skills hadn’t been offered to him yet, but he still received it.
She thought that Siwoo would naturally accept the offer.
It was a position that gave him enormous power and prestige beyond the mere spotlight.
It must have been clear that he would gain more than he would lose. . . .
At that moment, Siwoo opened his mouth.
“I didn’t want to let go. I was dragged away and lived for 100 years, losing everything I had.”
“Is that so. . .?”
“But even if it’s just words, I don’t want to give up what I’ve gotten back now. It’s been 100 years of fighting to get it back, and does it make sense to give it up again just to raise my name value?”
“. . . I see.”
Namir smiled broadly at Siwoo’s answer.
She realized that she didn’t know Siwoo properly.
Siwoo was always a bigger person than she thought.
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━Hello? This is Gandharva.
“Yes. Are you having a good time traveling in Korea?”
Baba Yaga replied to Gandharva’s voice over the intercom.
━Oh! The weather is nice and there is a lot of delicious food. Best of all, I love not seeing the face of that Cerberus brat.
“You two really don’t get along well. How did it go when you went to make the offer? Did you meet Choi Dae-soo and Siwoo?”
━I did, and I really liked Siwoo! He seems to be stronger than I thought. I emitted my magic, but he countered it.
“Oh my. Did you fight. . . no, you didn’t?”
━No, no. I just tasted it! Hahahaha.
“So what about the offer?”
Baba Yaga asked in a seductive voice.
Gandharva hesitated for a moment as if she were embarrassed, then answered in a dejected voice.
━That. . . he refused.
” Refused?”
━Yeah. He said he didn’t want to. I teased him several times, but he didn’t fall for it. I liked him. . . .
“I see. What did he say when he refused?”
━Hmm. . . He said that someone like him should keep us in check?
“I see. Good work, Gandharva. Have fun and come back slowly.”
Baba Yaga ended the call, twirled her hair with her finger, and laughed merrily.
“Oh my. What an interesting person, Siwoo Min.”
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