Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 353 - Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (24)

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (24)

 

“Uwaaaah!”

 

The guest immediately ran outside, only to return screaming once again.

 

“Uwaaaah!”

 

It was only natural.

 

The rules that applied to the Yeongchun Hotel applied here as well. 

 

“Those who enter through the revolving door must leave through the revolving door.”

 

“Excuse me? Where in the world is there a…”

 

“….”

 

“….”

 

The guest suddenly looked around and moistened his lips as if he understood.

 

“…So this is it. This… Dungeon Hotel…”

 

“Yes. Apparently so.”

 

I stood at the front desk and smiled awkwardly.

 

No matter how clean I had made it, the inevitable passage of time could be felt in the old castle.

 

I don’t know if this will also change to be a bit more sophisticated with upgrades, but still.

 

Moreover, the items available to decorate a Level 1 hotel were limited, and above all…

 

“W-what did we do wrong?”

 

“…I only committed the crime of boiling the ramen that Lord Ilmiho ordered me to boil!”

 

I looked down at the two mice I had detained on the desk.

 

“Mice that speak human language…”

 

The guest looked down at the mice with a terrified face.

 

Regrettably, he was right.

 

To me, they are spirits, but from that person’s perspective, they are nothing more than talking mice.

 

“We always demand cleanliness as the top priority from our hotel staff.”

 

I pointed to the hand sanitizer placed in the passageway the mice used.

 

As the mice heading down to the basement passed by it, they stepped onto the hand sanitizer, pumped it, squirted it onto their hands, rubbed them vigorously, and then put something like microphone covers located next to it on their heads before heading to the basement.

 

You could think of it as me making the hygiene regulations the mice had been keeping for themselves in the basement a bit more strict. 

 

Upon seeing that sight, far from feeling relieved, the guest looked as if he was about to faint on the spot.

 

“…To think I’d see rat b*stards even here……”

 

“Rat b*stards?”

 

At those words, Grey flared up and glared at the guest.

 

It was when the guest looked at Grey with a puzzled face.

 

I blocked Grey and spoke.

 

“Excuse me, Guest. If you wish, I believe I can take you to a safe place.” 

 

“…Really?!”

 

At those words, the guest’s face brightened.

 

‘Is our hotel really that bad.’

 

I appeased my sullen feelings and nodded.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then right now…”

 

“In exchange, there is a condition. I will provide accommodation free of charge, so please stay for one night before you go.”  

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

The guest’s face scrunched up.

 

It was an expected reaction, but it couldn’t be helped.

 

This guest is the first guest of our Dungeon Hotel Branch 4.

 

At this rate, there’s no telling when the second guest will arrive, so it’s good to get feedback about Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 before then, even if it means providing a free stay.

 

‘I need to think about directions for improvement.’

 

If the mice are really an eyesore to the guests, I could make secret passages for them, or else—

 

I looked back at Grey and thought.

 

‘I’ll raise all their affinities and turn them into human forms.’

 

It’s very human-centric, but what can I do. It’s a fact that the perception of mice isn’t good.

 

‘Or perhaps make it so they can’t enter the kitchen…’

 

However, considering how the mice’s affinities had been slowly rising as they watched people drink wine, this was a difficult option to give up.

 

‘It’s difficult.’

 

The mice like to make wine and watch people drink it, while people hate things related to food that mice eat, huh.

 

It was an irony.

 

Regardless, I needed the guest’s help to solve this problem. 

 

Because in business, feedback from a guest rather than an insider is essential.

 

I spoke to the contemplating guest.

 

“If you do not wish it, I will make sure the mice never approach you. It looks like you’ve been wandering inside the dungeon for a long time……” 

 

I saw the icicles hanging below the guest’s chin melting and dripping water.

 

The guest seemed to have come from an ice-attribute dungeon.

 

“I don’t think it’s a bad deal. After all, I’m providing you with safety for free.”

 

“Well, that’s… true.”

 

The guest smacked his lips.

 

He stared at the guest ledger I smoothly pushed forward and gulped.

 

He soon picked up the pen and wrote his name in the ledger.

 

Georges Mallet.

 

“…I’ll check in.”

 

With those words, a window popped up before my eyes.

 

‘Room 201 Guest’ has checked in.

 

The fee is 0G.

 

There’s an automatic payment system here, too. I 

 

It seemed to be the activation of the Front Desk skill.

 

I smiled brightly and opened my mouth.

 

“I look forward to serving you.”

 

“Yes, well. Same here…”

 

His expression relaxed a little. Of course, it stiffened again when he saw the mice moving down below.

 

I whispered softly to those mice.

 

Hearing my whisper, the mice muttered something among themselves and then disappeared somewhere.

 

Having seen me communicate with the mice, Georges asked with a look of disgust. 

 

“But if I really said I didn’t want to stay, were you going to send me out through that revolving door?”

 

I smiled and tilted my head.

 

“Of course not? I would have naturally used my ability to send you back to a safe dungeon.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

Georges showed a dumbfounded expression.

 

I said,

 

“You’ve been wandering for a long time.”

 

“…!”

 

At that moment.

 

From under the desk, the mice came wearing microphone covers on their heads, having sanitized their hands just as I had told them, and brought a pure white towel.

 

Fluffy Towel

 

—Always maintains its fluffiness even when wet.

 

It was an item I bought when decorating the hotel.

 

Seeing the towel offered by the mice, Georges’ expression stiffened.

 

He looked back and forth between me and the mice, then picked up the towel using only his index finger and thumb.

 

“…What. Why. This… You want me to wipe myself with this?”

 

“You’ll catch a cold if you’re wet!”

 

“It hurts when you catch a cold! Human life is finite!”

 

The mice shouted.

 

At those words, Georges’ expression became subtle.

 

With the towel he picked up, he wiped his dripping chin and hair.

 

At the same time, a satisfaction window popped up above his head.

 

1

 

…Wasn’t it clearly 0 just a moment ago? 

 

Seeing that, I came up with a good idea.

 

* * *

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

So you want me to share the satisfaction window with the spirits right now?

 

Hotel Owner

 

Yes.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

Is there a need for that? The spirits bound to the hotel would physically feel when the guests are satisfied, wouldn’t they?

 

While Georges, who had checked in, went into Room 201 guided by Han Woohyun, I sent a message to Merlin.

 

I asked him to make it so the mouse spirits and the fox spirit could also see the guests’ satisfaction windows.

 

Hotel Owner

 

The spirits here don’t seem to be bound to the hotel. They seem to be bound to the old castle…

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

You said they get stronger as their affinity with you builds up?

 

I narrowed my eyes at Merlin’s question.

 

This is the part I found puzzling.

 

Why did the mice, who had stayed in the old castle for a thousand years, suddenly experience a change due to their affinity with me?

 

Hotel Owner

 

Whether the subject is specifically me, or…

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

Or?

 

Hotel Owner

 

I don’t know if it’s just humans. Humans who drink wine.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

!! ㄴㅇㄱ

 

…What’s this?

 

ㄴㅇㄱ? Me this…? Is that what it means?

 

I tried to guess the unknown arrangement of letters.

 

But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out what it meant.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

Don’t you even know a meme like this?

 

Hotel Owner

 

…I know this one.

 

Byuldajul. (T/N: Korean slang for ‘Stop shortening everything’)

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

…Forget it, what kind of conversation am I having with you =_____=

 

Merlin sent a message as if he had given up.

 

Hotel Owner

 

Are you going to do it or not?

 

Just answer me, you reptile.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

I just did it, alright?

 

|ω´･;)

 

This fast…?

 

As expected, reptiles are a useful species.

 

Hotel Owner

 

Thank you.

 

I tried to put as much emotion as possible into the message window.

 

Hotel Owner

 

Hehehe

 

Of course, there was no reaction from Merlin.

 

He just changed the subject.

 

Former Hotel Owner

 

Anyway, if the one who issued that quest isn’t me and isn’t Black, then who is it?

 

Indeed. Who could it be?

 

I thought that as I looked into my phone.

 

There, the message window with the old castle owner was open, containing the AirCnC ID and password they had sent.

 

First of all, I need to figure out how to manage this…

 

I logged into the AirCnC host account and edited the terribly long accommodation name.

 

IfYouWantToBreatheTheCalmAirOfTheNorthernFrenchCoastThenThisIsThePlace

 

Delete this.

 

Dungeon Hotel Branch 4

 

—And type it in.

 

I rubbed my hands together and opened my eyes wide.

 

Now all that’s left is to take pictures again and manipulate… no, update the reviews.

 

And it was then.

 

The guest from Room 201 came downstairs.

 

I looked at the satisfaction level of 1 floating above his head and thought.

 

‘To do that, I need to raise that first.’