Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 365 - Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (36)

Webtoon Side Story: Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Branch 4 (36)

 

“So, you’re going to pretend to be ghosts again?”  

 

I brought the two housekeepers out, put my hands on my hips, and asked.

 

At that, the Greys looked at each other, sweating profusely.

 

“W-we don’t necessarily m-mean that, but…”

 

“O-one hundred thousand euros is a huge amount of money, Boss. Think about all of that turning into grapes!”

 

“Who’s going to turn all that into grapes!”

 

At my words, the Greys made a squeaking sound and shrank their shoulders.

 

In the first place, receiving a sum like 100,000 euros is a bit uncomfortable.

 

I pondered over Vincent’s words.

 

‘There is a ghost I absolutely want to see. A ghost I definitely want to take revenge on.’

 

Revenge?

 

Does he mean the being he holds a grudge against died here?

 

The words Ilmiho always said kept ringing in my head.

 

‘Do you know how many people have died here?’

 

‘Do you know how many people here hold a grudge?’

 

‘That’s why this place is beautiful! Haha!’

 

At the time, I thought it was just one of the things Ilmiho said to upset people, but looking back now, it was undeniably an unsettling remark.

 

Come to think of it, I heard the history of this old castle and the village itself was eventful.

 

They said it had suffered from numerous wars and epidemics since the Middle Ages.

 

‘There were many places that looked like historical sites on the way here too.’

 

Many such places also appeared in the Ghost Story Club members’ video on XTube.

 

Thinking about it that way, it really seemed like there would be many people who held a grudge in this old castle.

 

I don’t tend to believe in ghosts, so dead people are one thing, but if there’s someone holding a grudge among the truly living—

 

‘Isn’t that a problem in itself.’

 

“But why can’t we play ghost? Didn’t we use deception when playing hide-and-seek?”

 

“That’s right! Why was it okay then and not now?!” 

 

“Actually, I didn’t want to do it more back then… but now he’s even giving us money…”

 

That’s because if this keeps up, our hotel will become a theme park, not a hotel.

 

—Instead of saying that, I persuaded the Greys differently.

 

“Didn’t you hear what Mr. Vincent said? Mr. Vincent is different from the Ghost Story Club members who simply want to uncover the truth behind an urban legend. He might…”

 

I bit my lip tightly.

 

“He might be someone who knows something about our old castle. If that’s the case, clumsily playing ghost will only amount to deceiving him.”

 

“He knows about our old castle?”

 

“About Liber?”

 

“Yes. How much do you guys remember about what happened in this castle?” 

 

Come to think of it, these guys are the very living witnesses to the history of this old castle.

 

Of course, even if it was limited to the basement, they said they had been going in and out of this old castle for a thousand years.

 

“We only remember that an awful lot of people came and went.”

 

“The time of the Plague was terrible. They tried to drive out all the mice…”

 

Grey 2 shook his head as if displeased, and Grey 1’s expression stiffened.

 

It didn’t seem like they had good memories.

 

It seems it will be difficult to find out more information through them, and it looks like I’ll have to do some investigating—

 

“What time did Mr. Vincent say he would have his meal?”

 

“6 o’clock.”

 

Then even taking into account the time to prep the ingredients, we have about 3 hours to spare.

 

Thinking that, I started searching on my phone.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I’m going to look for a nearby library.”

 

“Excuse me? Then what about the ghost Mr. Vincent mentioned…”

 

“I’m going to look for it.”

 

At my words, the Greys looked at each other’s faces.

 

* * *

 

The library near Liber was located 2km away.

 

I was going to come out with Han Woohyun, but Han Woohyun decided to stay at the old castle just in case of Ilmiho’s ‘training’.

 

“Are you sure we set the GPS to the library? Not an observatory?”

 

Manager Kang Miyeon, who eventually took the wheel, frowned as she looked at the road that kept going uphill.

 

I tapped the phone fixed to the front of the car a few times.

 

But no matter how I looked at it, the place we set the GPS to was indeed the library.

 

“I think it’s right?”

 

“…This neighborhood is a bit eerie. You said you also requested materials from Luisa Villani’s side?”

 

“Yes. I requested materials related to this neighborhood. I also told her I would visit in person tomorrow.”

 

“That’s good.”

 

I glanced at the manager, who was driving, and opened my mouth.

 

“Um… by the way… about Master Craftsman Lim Se-hwan.”

 

“Let’s not talk about him.”

 

“…Ah, yes.”

 

I looked at the manager’s firm face and closed my mouth.

 

Then, the manager rather glanced at me and asked.

 

“Usually, in a situation like this, wouldn’t you ask more about what happened?”

 

“Shall I ask?”

 

“No.”

 

“I thought you’d say that.”

 

At those words, the manager’s expression became subtle.

 

“You’re the hotel boss because you’re like this.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes. Because you’re always ready to listen to others’ stories. Without rushing them.”

 

“…Um… Then can I ask a little bit this time?”

 

No matter how I think about it, the atmosphere between the two is subtle.

 

Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan keeps fidgeting like someone who did something wrong, and Manager Kang Miyeon is avoiding Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan like someone who is angry.

 

If Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan really did something wrong, it would be good to get a clear apology, and if there’s a misunderstanding, it would be good to clear it up—

 

‘For some reason, I feel like they’re not awkward for those reasons.’

 

“What happened?”

 

At my question, the manager hesitated for a moment and sighed.

 

“You absolutely won’t tell anyone else, right?”

 

The manager deliberately didn’t look my way at all, asking while only looking at the windshield.

 

It was a prim voice.

 

“Of course.”

 

“Even to Hunter Han Woohyun?”

 

“I don’t think Woohyun would even be curious about this kind of story.”

 

“Even if he is curious?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

What is it that she’s making me keep it such a strict secret, don’t tell me—

 

‘Did the Master Craftsman make a huge mistake?!’

 

“I think the Master Craftsman likes me.”

 

“……”

 

“Why is your expression like that?”

 

“…Uh… Um… Was that a secret?”

 

When I made a genuinely puzzled expression, the manager widened her eyes and looked at me.

 

“You knew?”

 

“Most people probably know besides me? Especially if they’re our hotel employees?”

 

I think the Women’s Association President, Hyeyou, and Hyejin also roughly know?

 

Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan was not someone skilled at hiding his feelings.

 

Even when he briefly helped out at the 1st-floor cafe, his eyes were always fixed on the manager. Moreover, whenever the manager said she needed a ballpoint pen, he would make a ballpoint pen, and when she said washing dishes was hard, he would make rubber gloves and gift them to her, so the Master Craftsman’s shop was piling up with trivial household items like a dollar store.

 

Seeing that, even Geumdong, who is on the dense side regarding romantic relationships between people, clicked his tongue.

 

‘When on earth is he going to confess?’

 

‘…Isn’t doing that much already a confession?’

 

‘Then what’s the result?!’

 

‘He got rejected. With how quick-witted the manager is, pretending not to know to that extent means he got rejected. The manager’s ideal type doesn’t exist in this world.’

 

I mean, the manager’s ideal type is a sculpted handsome man.

 

…Is what I had said, but that wasn’t it?

 

“Did you really not know?”

 

“…How could I… no…”

 

The manager’s face flushed red hotly. Seeing her turn red all the way to her ears was truly a first.

 

“No… Sehwan is younger than me, and I…”

 

Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan does look young.

 

And it’s also true that he’s actually younger than the manager.

 

The manager, whose face had turned red, let out a short sigh.

 

“No, because the three of us are a set. That’s the difficult part. No, it must be difficult. For Lim Sehwan. I don’t want to make him do something difficult like that. I want to keep things comfortable like now, just slightly distant. Since I’m the older adult, I want to make it that way for him.”

 

“…..”

 

They were difficult words.

 

Especially the part about the three of them being a set.

 

What advice could I possibly give? If the manager has decided that.

 

I was always on the manager’s side.

 

But listening to her, I became curious about one thing.

 

“But do you have feelings for him too, Manager?”

 

“Me? Uh… I haven’t even thought about that…”

 

The manager parked the car in front of the old library and made a profound expression while holding the steering wheel.

 

“But definitely… I think I felt a bit of a flutter during our last conversation in Korea.”

 

“…..”

 

“Why are you smiling?”

 

“Me? No way.”

 

I quickly wiped the smile that had spread across my face.

 

But there was no way the smile could be completely hidden.

 

A flutter.

 

I could tell from the expression she made when she said those words.

 

‘She has feelings for him.’

 

“Y-you smiled!”

 

At the manager’s words, I shook my head and got out of the car.

 

Watching the manager hurriedly follow me out, I placed one hand on the roof of the car and said.

 

“I’m just happy. It’s been a while since you felt a flutter over someone, Manager. Feeling a flutter is a good thing. And I’m happy when you’re feeling a flutter.”

 

“…!”

 

At those words, the manager’s eyes widened.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“You truly are… a guilty human…”

 

She muttered words I didn’t understand again and went into the library.

 

With her ears even redder than when we talked about Master Craftsman Lim Sehwan.