Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 349 - Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (20)

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (20)

 

In front of the French Hunter Union building.

 

A large motorcycle resembling a Harley stopped in front of the building.

 

As if familiar with the motorcycle, people who looked like attendants approached it.

 

When the rider wearing a leather jacket took off her helmet, a sharp, intellectual face was revealed.

 

She handed her helmet to one of the attendants and asked another.

 

“You said you just got a call?”

 

“Yes. A research team is scheduled to be dispatched shortly.” 

 

Even as the attendants walked through the lobby with her, they kept glancing back.

 

They were taking in the sight of the motorcycle the woman had ridden.

 

Villani Davidson.

 

That was the name of the motorcycle created by this woman in the rider jacket—Louisa Villani, a world-class Crafter. 

 

Just like combat-class Hunters, crafting-class Hunters also had their own respective fields of expertise.

 

Among crafters, Louisa Villani was particularly strong at making ‘vehicles.’

 

And that motorcycle was the very masterpiece she had poured her heart and soul into.

 

It allowed for easy movement both inside and outside dungeons, and by using mana stones, there were no worries about exhaust fumes or noise.

 

Even so, for the sake of design, it still sported a large exhaust pipe similar to a Harley.

 

Regardless, because many of Louisa’s items were ‘vehicles,’ they were uniquely the objects of envy even among ordinary people.

 

It was to the point where a few attendants secretly lowered their phones to take pictures of the motorcycle they had just seen.

 

By tomorrow, posts like this would surely pop up on their social media.

 

I saw Villani Davidson. #WhenWillIEverGetToRideAMotorcycleLikeThatㅠ #HunterUnion #LouisaVillani #OnlyTwoInTheWorld

 

Of course, given the gravity of the situation, there were no idiots asking to just touch the motorcycle once like they usually did.

 

“Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 has ‘manifested’…… you say.”

 

Louisa muttered with a furrowed brow.

 

Indeed. An event major enough to summon Louisa Villani in the middle of the night was the news of the ‘manifestation of Dungeon Hotel Branch 4.’

 

From the perspective of the French Union, who had already scouted an old hotel in the Parisian suburbs and were only internally discussing the minor contract details, it was a bolt out of the blue.

 

However, there was nothing to be done about what had already happened.

 

Rather, what Louisa and the Union were keeping a close eye on was the ‘manifestation’ of the Dungeon Hotel itself. Since it happened so suddenly, the top priority was to investigate the surrounding area to ensure no dimensional rifts or similar phenomena were occurring.

 

“You said a Special Revolving Door was activated due to external interference? Are there any locations nearby where a ‘rift’ has been detected?” 

 

‘Rifts’ referred to the mana waves that could predict a dungeon’s manifestation.

 

Naturally, the device used to detect such rifts was also a creation of Louisa Villani. 

 

In the past, they entirely utilized products from Misoon Workshop, but when Villani’s workshop created a product capable of the same function this time, France switched out their devices.

 

Though she couldn’t say it to anyone, Louisa Villani felt immense euphoria over this equipment replacement.

 

For how long had she heard that no matter how outstanding Villani Workshop’s technological prowess was, its details and craftsmanship could never catch up to Misoon Workshop?

 

The French Union’s switch of equipment was an event that, at least partially, washed away the inferiority complex Louisa had secretly nurtured. 

 

“No ‘rifts’ have been detected. In fact, the area around the old castle hasn’t had a single dungeon manifestation in the past decade or so.”

 

“Not even once? That’s impossible. If an item like a special revolving door was activated, there must have been a mana wave nearby.”

 

Louisa’s brow furrowed even deeper. However, the answer she got back was the same.

 

“Because there have been so few dungeon occurrences, the area was once featured on a program called Mysterious France Exploration. The local residents say that the land-bound spirits of mice protect that castle…” 

 

“I don’t want to hear such nonsense. We live in an era where we predict and cope with dungeon manifestations using cold logic and science.”

 

“…Yes, that’s true, but you did say the more data we collect, the better……”

 

The attendant replied hastily at Louisa’s contorting expression.

 

Louisa snatched the tablet the attendant was holding. Absurdly enough, a screenshot of a TV program was indeed displayed on it.

 

There’s a neighborhood where not a single dungeon has occurred since the Great Catastrophe?!

 

Resident A: Of course, there is. In our neighborhood, there are plenty of rats, but no dungeon breaks.

 

Resident B: Oh my, why would you bring up the rats!

 

“….”

 

Louisa’s fingertips, which were swiping past screenshots that looked like comedy memes, stopped at one spot.

 

It was a picture of the old castle taken at night.

 

Standing aloof above the dark sea, the old castle’s top and bottom were blurry, giving off a mysterious vibe as if it were floating in mid-air.

 

As she looked at the photo, a single thought began to circle in Louisa Villani’s mind. 

 

An old castle.

 

The Liber Monastery. 

 

A place like an island floating on the sea.

 

Just as piecing all this together felt like it was about to form something, only to vanish like mist…

 

A secretary stepped out in front of Villani’s private office to greet her.

 

“Association President Kim Junsoo is currently connected on the line inside.”

 

“Kim Junsoo?”

 

Of course, Louisa didn’t ask back because she didn’t know the name.

 

She had exchanged official documents with Kim Junsoo regarding the Dungeon Hotel, and above all—

 

“Understood for now.”

 

Louisa nodded and entered the office. There, Kim Junsoo’s face appeared on the hologram screen.

 

“President.”

 

[Ah, it’s been a while~ Ms. Villani. It’s been a long time~ When was the last time we saw each other……]

 

“…If you mean exchanging official documents, it was a week ago.”

 

That playful voice.

 

Yet, he was a man with a sly, snake-like side, someone you couldn’t afford to lower your guard against. Louisa scowled, knowing this well. 

 

Knowing this fact, Louisa crumpled her face.

 

[No, not that. Remember back then at the European Expo, when we met with Artisan Hwang Misoon for the equipment performance tests? We even did a lap of racing between the Villani Davidson and the prototype from our Misun Workshop.] 

 

“…Ah, yes…. That time…”

 

As soon as the word ‘Exhibition’ came up, Louisa’s face grew cold.

 

She knew exactly what incident Kim Junsoo was talking about.

 

About a year ago, at a private item exhibition held in Europe, Master Hwang Misoon’s item and Louisa’s item had clashed.

 

Because it was an exhibition that gathered world-class guilds, Louisa had brought her most treasured creation, the Villani Davidson, while Hwang Misun brought her uniquely eccentric piece.

 

‘Aha, this is what I made because our Hunter Kim Junsoo asked for it. I don’t know if you’re familiar with it, but it’s exactly the same as the motorcycle from the game <World of Ace>.’

 

World of Ace……?

 

That was an MMORPG game Louisa had heard of too.

 

It was quite a famous game, but—

 

‘Even so, you actually made the motorcycle from the game?’

 

Louisa stared dumbfounded at Hwang Misoon’s motorcycle, which was adorned with bizarre wings and balloons. Its grotesque appearance utterly failed to give off the feeling of a world-class artisan’s item.

 

She had heard rumors that Hwang Misoon and Kim Junsoo were massive game nerds, but was it to this extent?

 

Louisa felt a mix of bewilderment and relief.

 

‘If it’s something like that…… it won’t even be a match for the Villani Davidson.’

 

They probably brought it because they thought they couldn’t beat the Villani Davidson anyway.

 

Louisa had decided to watch the race with a pleased smile.

 

She certainly had.

 

‘Hey, hey! I believed in you~ Motorcycle of Extinction!’

 

Until Kim Junsoo, driving Hwang Misoon’s motorcycle, entered the racing arena in first place.

 

With a genuinely excited face, Kim Junsoo waved his hand at the Villani Davidson trailing far behind.

 

‘How…!’

 

That day, the inferiority complex hidden deep inside Louisa’s heart exploded.

 

Because not only had she lost the race, but she consecutively heard the news that Hwang Misun’s motorcycle, which had swept through the track with its bizarre movements, took merely a week to make.

 

To think I…… lost to a thing that looks like some otaku’s action figure.

 

My Villani Davidson!

 

[Ahaha, that race was really fun back then~ Wanna go another round next time?]

 

Touching upon that old wound, Kim Junsoo laughed brightly and shook his shoulders.

 

No matter how you looked at it, it was the tactless behavior of an elementary schooler, but Louisa’s insides helplessly burned at the sight.

 

“…Let’s just get to the point. An urgent situation has arisen on our end right now.”

 

It was when Louisa, who was rubbing her temples, let out a deep sigh and raised her head.

 

A serious light crossed Kim Junsoo’s face, which had been full of mischief just a moment ago.

 

Only then could Louisa read the cold, chilling aura unique to veteran Hunters from Kim Junsoo’s face, who was keeping his mouth firmly shut with only a faint smile.

 

[I assume this is about Dungeon Hotel Branch 4, right?]

 

“I figured…… you would know.”

 

His information network is fast too.

 

Louisa thought to herself.

 

[Ah, did I mention that? The CEO of the Dungeon Hotel is my daughter… well, she’s practically my own niece.]

 

“Your niece?”

 

Did Kim Junsoo have any blood relatives? She thought she heard he was a self-made man who grew up as an orphan.

 

A world-class ranker and the President of the South Korean Association were from the same family?

 

It was when Louisa was feeling bewildered.

 

[So, I called to tell you this. If so much as a single hair on our Junghyo’s head is harmed, it will escalate into a national and diplomatic issue. As you know, South Korea may be small in size, but we have three world-class rankers, and there’s also a Hunter who has stepped back from the front lines but still maintains his rank. Right here.]

 

Kim Junsoo smiled brightly and pointed at his own face.

 

In other words, it was… a threat delivered with a smile.