The Otherworldly Magic Swordsman Who Disciplines the Hunter World Chapter 5

Ultimately, Gong Siyoung declared his surrender. What else could he do when the Guild Master gave the order?

Because they were brothers, he knew better than anyone. Gong Sijin was the type of person who was more than capable of beating someone to a pulp while maintaining a smiling face.

Although his lips were pouted out and his gaze was fierce, Gong Siyoung obediently followed his older brother’s instructions.

To think he had to face that crazy guy again so soon after they parted. Pressing down on his throbbing forehead, he headed toward the location Gong Sijin had mentioned.

The building used by the Yeollak Guild was a standalone ten-story building.

The 1st and 2nd floors housed convenience facilities for Hunters, such as a lobby, lounge, cafeteria, and cafe, while the 3rd through 5th floors were offices.

The 6th floor contained meeting rooms, the 7th floor had training facilities, and the 8th through 10th floors were facilities for executives.

The place where Gong Sijin had taken Julian was a meeting room on the 6th floor. At the news that he would be waiting there, Gong Siyoung’s pace became hurried.

Passing through the quiet hallway, he stopped in front of Meeting Room 2. No sooner had he opened the door than boisterous voices greeted him first.

“No, so! I’m telling you! Back when I first became a Hunter, things like that didn’t happen! I’m saying the discipline of kids these days has collapsed!”

“Ayy, there he goes again! Senior Choi is overreacting right now. This isn’t a cell phone, so why divide people into 1st and 2nd generations?”

Choi Youngwoon and Kim Taeseung, the closest associates of Guild Master Gong Sijin, were chattering away. Julian, sandwiched between the two, threw in interjections every now and then.

“Then this side is 2nd generation? This side is 1st generation?”

“The levels are different, the levels! To put it bluntly, do you know how easy it’s become to run dungeon raids these days? Huh? In my day, there was no such thing. If you were unlucky, there were common cases where you’d be stuck there for months or years until you cleared it!”

“For several years? No, I know that well. If a person is stuck somewhere and does nothing but fight day in and day out, they go crazy, you know? That’s really not something a human should do.”

“Exactly! That’s why I’m saying things have become really comfortable these days!”

At Choi Youngwoon’s “back in my day” attack, Taeseung cut in, sounding huffy.

“There he goes again… But then again, these days have their own set of hardships, you know?”

At the bickering between the two, Julian smiled and grabbed their hands. He forced them to hold hands, telling them to make up. Then, the atmosphere shifted again in an instant.

“Being a Hunter is really no job for a human either. It’s always the people at the bottom who end up doing the grunt work anyway.”

“That’s what I’m saying! No, to put it bluntly, look, we’re the ones busting our asses, right? But then again, in the guild—”

“…What are you doing right now?”

Unable to listen any longer, Gong Siyoung abruptly spoke up. Choi Youngwoon, who was caught trying to badmouth the guild, flinched, his shoulders trembling.

Discovering Gong Siyoung, he let out a “Haha,” an awkward laugh.

“Oh, Hunter Siyoung, you’re here?”

As if they had never been laughing and chatting, Kim Taeseung, who was beside him, also straightened his posture with sharp precision. Only Julian remained with a smiling face, watching the duo’s shift in attitude with interest.

“Ego, look at my mind. I forgot there was a briefing. Well then, good work!”

“I’ll be going as well. Good work, Hunter Siyoung.”

The two men, bowing their heads, hurried toward the door. Julian waved his hand to send them a greeting.

“See you again!”

“Just you wait, I’ll go on a famous restaurant tour again…!”

Kim Taeseung started excitedly but soon shut his mouth. Purposefully pretending not to notice Gong Siyoung’s gaze, he quickly closed the door.

Only after silence descended did Gong Siyoung slowly turn to Julian.

“…What were you talking about so enjoyably?”

Just how long had they been together? Judging by the atmosphere alone, it was like a school reunion.

Furthermore, neither Choi Youngwoon nor Kim Taeseung were easygoing people, so he didn’t know what on earth they had talked about for the atmosphere to be like this.

Both of them were people who were treated as essential personnel within the guild and had quite a reputation, and having rolled around that much, they were on the perceptive side…

Just how did he butter those people up? Gong Siyoung’s gaze became even colder.

Regardless, Julian simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Just… talk about life?”

He couldn’t particularly feel any ulterior motives from the smiling face.

However, as was always the case, what was visible was not everything.

Gong Siyoung repeated his resolve to himself once more. No matter what that human’s identity was, he would absolutely not get caught up easily.

“We met in the dungeon, right? Did you say your name was Gong Siyoung?”

“We aren’t in a relationship to exchange names so amiably. Enough, follow me. I’m the one in charge of you until the rank evaluation tomorrow.”

He approached the door before even hearing an answer. When he looked back as if asking why he wasn’t coming quickly, Julian hurriedly stood up from his seat.

“Then I can change my clothes now?”

At those words, he looked back at Julian’s attire with fresh eyes. Whether it was the hair or the clothes where monster blood was stickily clumped together, it was a hideous sight all over.

He must have been uncomfortable in that state, yet it seemed he hadn’t said a word about it until now. Honestly. After chattering away that much until just now?

At any rate, not a single thing was to his liking. He frowned and gestured to Julian.

“I’ll bring some clothes, so take a bath first. There’s a shower room on the floor above.”

“Oh, really?”

“Have you only lived being deceived?”

At the sniping voice, Julian chuckled softly. Following closely behind, he grabbed Siyoung’s hand.

At the sudden physical contact, Gong Siyoung was startled and threw off the hand. Julian’s eyes went round.

“What’s with you all of a sudden? You scared me.”

“No, I’m the one who should say that! What is it! Why do you suddenly grab my hand like that?!”

“Anyone watching would think I touched your junk or something?”

Julian answered shamelessly. Whether he was considerably surprised as well, his eyes, which were already round, had grown even rounder.

“I did it because I thought I’d get lost. When I came earlier, it was quite complicated.”

“That kind of…!”

He was about to say something about what kind of excuse that was, treating him like a child, when he suddenly recalled what happened when he brought him to the meeting room.

On that path from the 1st floor to the 6th floor, where all one had to do was cross the lobby and go up the elevator, Julian had gotten lost a total of three times and was stopped all three times while trying to go to the wrong place.

So, those words also made sense. It might be that he really didn’t have any other meaning and just grabbed the hand for fear of getting lost.

Should I believe this or not. Pushing down his complicated feelings, he first gave a nod.

“…If you really have to grab something, don’t grab my hand, grab here.”

He pointed slightly to the hood he was wearing. Julian reached out his hand without a word.

With a sudden tugging motion, his neck was choked for a moment. The startled Siyoung trembled violently.

“No, who told you to grab it like that! You choked me!”

“Honestly. I did as you told me, and yet you’re scolding me so much.”

At the prickly reaction, Julian frowned. In an atmosphere where it seemed more nagging would come out, he quickly raised his hands.

“I get it, so don’t get annoyed. I just have to follow quietly, right? I just go this way?”

Julian, pushing the door slightly, hurried toward the hallway.

Watching Julian pass before his eyes, Gong Siyoung swallowed a sigh.

“Ah, I remember now.”

Julian muttered while being hit by the water falling from the showerhead. When he opened his mouth, water gathered inside instantly.

Bowing his head, he spat the water out and turned the valve to turn the water off. A small exclamation of wonder flowed out at the water stream that stopped abruptly.

No matter how much he looked at it, it was fascinating. So you’re saying all of this isn’t magic?

When he followed Gong Siyoung to the bathroom, Julian trembled at the shock, the number of which he didn’t know.

He would have been more than grateful just to splash around in some gathered water, but this place… it was so comfortable and clean that he wondered if it was heaven.

Purified water, clean enough to drink, overflowed in torrents. When he was fumbling because he didn’t know how to use the shower, a very angry Gong Siyoung approached. While glaring, he explained the instructions step-by-step.

Turn this and water comes out, wash your body with that, adjust the temperature with this. Thanks to the detailed explanation, he was able to bathe without difficulty from then on.

Shaking his wet hands, Julian mulled over the thought he had just recalled.

That man named Gong Siyoung. He thought he felt strangely familiar for some reason, and he finally realized why.

At first, he thought he felt familiar simply because he was a handsome person. Like when you see a stereotypical handsome man and think, ‘I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere?’ and even though you haven’t seen him, you feel like you know him for no reason? He thought it was something like that.

But it wasn’t. It was a more accurate expression that he knew something similar to Gong Siyoung, rather than having seen Gong Siyoung somewhere.

“Our Kkambi is exactly like that.”

Kkambi, the cat kept at the “Green Flag,” the regular tavern near the mercenary group.

Our Kkambi, with a pitch-black body and white socks only on the left foot. That little cat with its yellow eyes shining brightly was truly, chillingly similar to Gong Siyoung.

Not just the haughty appearance. How should he put it, their attitude and atmosphere were alike.

The subtle attitude of Kkambi, who disliked people but hovered around only whenever he saw him, and Gong Siyoung, who looked at him with fierce eyes whenever he saw him yet subtly took care of everything he needed to be taken care of.

“That’s right. Exactly. They even look a bit similar.”

Aren’t Kkambi’s black fur and Gong Siyoung’s black hair similar?

Of course, the other people he had met a moment ago also had black hair. However, there were fundamental differences from them.

Above all, the mole planted firmly on Gong Siyoung’s left cheek. Like fate, Kkambi also had white fur planted firmly on his face.

“The colors are just inverted, but aren’t the positions quite similar?”