Welcome to Dungeon Hotel Chapter 93

89. Merry Christmas!

 

Surprisingly, when the goblin appeared, the red eyes around him disappeared.

 

At the same time, the tiled houses surrounding us disappeared, leaving only the pine forest.

 

The goblin was hanging on a pine tree, then somersaulted down and looked at Hyejin in my arms and asked.

 

—It’s a shame. Girl. I wanted to make you my bride and make the four of us happy until the end of time.

 

“W, what is that monster saying?” 

 

Hyejin asked me with a scared face.

 

How can you make such a young girl a bride…!

 

I gave strength to Hyejin’s hand and said,

 

“Give me Yoojun first.”

 

The eyes of the masked goblin brightly lit up.

 

The goblin snapped his fingers.

 

The world turned upside down with a click.

 

I felt sick to my stomach, and my head hurt.

 

But even for a moment, my body suddenly felt at ease.

 

As I was moving my fingers one by one, I found Yoojun lying under my feet and called him.

 

“Hey!”

 

There was no movement.

 

I dropped Hyejin off and put my hand under Yoojun’s nose.

 

‘He’s breathing…’

 

—Now. I have given you the throne of this world. So now it’s time to decide, right? Well… the answer may be obvious. What is your answer? Salvation? sacrifice?

 

The goblin spoke in a voice filled with laughter.

 

Ah, really… these…

 

“Salvation itself, these guys. I choose neither salvation nor sacrifice. My choice is for you to die, goblin.”

 

I took out the dagger from my pocket and stabbed the goblin in the heart.

 

I felt a cool sensation cutting through the flesh.

 

The face of the goblin was revealed as the mask of the goblin was split in half.

 

The man with a faint, unforgettable expression was smiling even during this.

 

—Haha… How foolish. You gave up your great power, gave up this world you could enjoy as a king, and just killed me…

 

I pulled out a dagger.

 

Then the goblin knelt down and fell down.

 

I grabbed the goblin’s chin on the verge of collapse.

 

The goblin’s face was distorted with pain for the first time.

 

But I know.

 

The goblin doesn’t die like this.

 

But…

 

Congratulations! You’ve received the reward for completing the quest ‘Potential Guest  Are Precious’ Would you like to receive it?

 

Y / N

 

The ‘Purified Goblin King (A)’ has appeared in front of you.

 

It just gets purified.

 

I knew he would be like that. 

 

Because the same thing happened to me during Oberon.

 

“We are not accepting reservation guests yet. I will contact you later when the reservation system opens.”

 

See you later at the hotel.

 

I spoke in a polite business tone to another potential customer, the ‘Purified Goblin King.’

 

And the moment I nodded and raised my head, the goblin king disappeared, and only a pattern that looked like someone had carved it with fire remained on the pine tree trunk where the goblin was hanging.

 

“For those who choose salvation will have strength.”

 

Oh, this can’t be..

 

I wondered if something similar would happen, like when I read the barrier of light, but nothing happened.

 

I looked at it quietly and walked towards the dungeon entrance vaguely visible beyond.

 

* * *

 

Title: South Korea’s S-class Paladin, recognized by the Hunter Association authorities. (Excerpt) 

 

(Content of article)

 

It is said that the Paladin who appeared during the formation of the dungeon in downtown Jeongcheon-gun rode in the president of the association’s car.

 

It will likely be possible to check the ranking changes when the Korea rankings are announced at the beginning of next year…?

 

Title: The appearance of the Paladin with S-Class Yoojun in downtown Jeongcheon-gun.jpg

 

(Photo)

 

Unnie, please have me ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

 

Title: Where can I see the Paladin’s face?

 

ㅈㄱㄴ (t/n : means the title is the content. (제목이 곧 내용.)

 

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└Anonymous 4: Are you sure there was a photo of her face? This is an urban legend…?

 

There were too many witnesses.

 

Thanks to the barrier of light, people were gathered around the dungeon entrance, and of course they all had a smartphone in their pocket.

 

Secretary Myunghan quickly pushed me into the car, but the water had already spilled.

 

Although I was surprised by the stronger community response than I expected, I thought I had to endure this since I signed a contract.

 

The face was quickly removed by the association’s public relations team.

 

More than that…

 

“The woman in Han Woohyun’s drawer, the S-class Hermeneutics, and the S-Class Paladin are the same person?”

 

This man with the same face as a goblin who is teasing me in front of my eyes.

 

Yoojun is more of a problem.

 

‘If you scanned my mana, you would know that I am not S-Class…’

 

While the association was cleaning up the accident scene, Yoojun was moved to a nearby lodging for treatment.

 

It’s the outer house of the hanok where we stay.

 

Thanks to the understanding of professor Jegal Suyeon, an Hermeneutics, the manager decided to calm down Hyeyu and Hyejin, who were surprised, in the main house, and Yoojun decided to receive treatment from a healer belonging to the association in the outhouse.

 

Even S-Class healers have limitations in self-healing.

 

Anyway, he was so annoying even while being healed.

 

I found it deplorable that Yoojun was so badly injured by the goblin that he was unable to move.

 

“I guess the goblin didn’t cause much wound…?”

 

“I guess it’s a shame…?”

 

Yeah, it’s a shame, you punk.

 

Yoojun giggled and said.

 

“I can tell a lot with your expression.”

 

Yoojun glanced at the professor making coffee in the kitchen and asked. 

 

“Anyway, since the child came back alive, will you grant my request?”

 

“You didn’t save her, but I’m the one who saved her?” 

 

“…I’ll give you a reward.”

 

Yoojun said with an earnest face.

 

I wanted to refuse it quickly, but I couldn’t refuse because I was the one who put Yoojun in danger. 

 

“What do you want me to do… I can’t do a favor that I can’t do.”

 

“I’m sure you can.”

 

Yoojun took his cell phone out of his arms as if he had been waiting and showed me some pictures.

 

There was a pattern inside it.

 

I tilted my head while looking at it.

 

“This is the same pattern as the one I saw in the goblin forest. No. It’s a little different.”

 

I looked at it and fumbled to figure out what it said.

 

Perhaps because it was taken from a photo, it was difficult to read even with skill.

 

“…Sacrifice… choose… To those who do… There will be darkness…?”

 

“….!”

 

It was then.

 

The professor who brought something to drink from the kitchen hardened.

 

I looked up at the professor who was stiff at the door.

 

“Did you read it right away?”

 

“I, I think so?”

 

“As expected, an S-class Hermeneutics…!”

 

I, I told you I’m not. 

 

“It’s not like that, I just have the skills. Communication skills. No, more than that, this pattern. I saw something similar in the goblin forest.”

 

I drew the pattern as best as I could remember on the paper the professor brought me.

 

The professor, who was taking turns looking at the paper and the photos on Yoojun’s phone, was surprised.

 

“So this phrase says, ‘For those who choose salvation, there will be strength’ and this phrase, ‘For those who choose sacrifice, there will be darkness’?”

 

“Yes, that’s right.”

 

“Ha… The research that took me 5 years to complete in just a few minutes…”

 

The professor had a shocked face.

 

“But why are you researching this?”

 

“This is a literal interpretation that could become a tremendous weapon. To be able to do that in one go… Are you sure you don’t want to come into my lab?”

 

You. Don’t you want to come into my lab?

 

I think this is something I heard from a professor right before graduation.

 

The seniors who were kidnapped to graduate school by those words still regret their choices that day.

 

“No.” 

 

I answered firmly.

 

Yoojun saw that and asked me.

 

“Then do you know what kind of magic this letter causes?”

 

“……I don’t know about that. I’m just reading? Shouldn’t you ask the professor for that?”

 

I saw the professor’s face.

 

Isn’t interpretation not simply about what can be ‘translated’?

 

It is the interpreter’s job to interpret what kind of magic this letter causes and under what background it was used.

 

The professor also said with a slightly brighter face as if she had realized that.

 

“If this level of comparative analysis is possible, I think we can find out what kind of magic it is by comparing it to other patterns.” 

 

Yoojun’s face brightened at the professor’s answer.

 

“Thank you professor.”

 

“Thanks should be given to this party, not to me.” 

 

The professor pointed at me. Then she disappeared, saying that the coffee had gotten cold and that she would make it again. 

 

Yoojun stuttered and thanked me.

 

“….T, thank you.”

 

“Just this?”

 

“You saved my life… Thank you.”

 

I said, thinking that Yoojun is not as crazy as I thought, but just a crazy person.

 

I also know that choosing salvation is nonsense.

 

“Thank you too. You ran in to save Hyejin.”

 

“…Anyway, I’ll give you a reward. What do you want?”

 

What do I want?

 

There isn’t really anything I want from Yoojun.

 

I don’t want to give him a reason to meet up with me again by making a big deal about what I want.

 

Let’s just talk about what I can use here. 

 

“What do you mean I was in Han Woohyun’s drawer?”

 

Yoojun frowned at my question.

 

“Is that what you want?”

 

“Mmhm.”

 

I’m curious.

 

“Oh… that’s…”

 

* * *

 

“Wow, it’s cheese fondue!”

 

The next day. We all got together and had cheese fondue.

 

We grilled meat and vegetables on a barbecue grill, put cheese in an enamel bowl, and dipped the bread, meat, and vegetables into it. The atmosphere was excellent. 

 

Even children who would have only eaten meat and no vegetables if the meat had been grilled simply ate the vegetables dipped in cheese very well.

 

In particular, Hyejin, who has a short mouth, ate very well. (t/n : short mouth means to hate or be unable to eat so many kinds of food and eat little.)

 

“Is it good?”

 

“Yes… It’s delicious.”

 

The manager and Hyejin are still a little awkward, but the “problem of living with dad” seems to have been solved.

 

While Yoojun and I were talking in the outhouse, Hyejin and the manager came back with their eyes swollen and bright red from what they had been talking about. 

 

The manager told the children around the time they were full and watching TV for a long time.

 

“You have to go to bed early today so Santa will come. Let’s brush your teeth and go.”

 

“No! I’m not going to sleep until Santa Claus comes!”

 

Hyeyu’s eyes brightened, and Hyejin, who already knew Santa’s identity, subtly teased Hyeyu without breaking her innocence.

 

“But you’re a bad kid, so Santa might not come.”

 

“N, no! I’m a really good kid…!”

 

Hyeyu turned red and said how much she had done good things.

 

Geumdong, wearing a Santa hat, went close to Hyeyu and rubbed his face.

 

“Woof… woof…(Our Hyeyu is kind. Kind!)”

 

Calm down.

 

I laughed as I watched it from afar.

 

But there was someone next to me who couldn’t bear to laugh, and that was the manager.

 

I asked the manager with my mouth.

 

‘Please send the autograph when the kids sleep.’

 

‘Yes. I’m worried because Hyeyu is a light sleeper.’

 

What kind of 007 operation is this?

 

The children brushed their teeth and lay down, and our Santa lay down next to them and began to put them to sleep.

 

I decided to bring a gift from the warehouse to put in the stocking later when she signaled that they were going to bed.

 

Then I’ll quietly go to the convenience store and buy beer until then.

 

It was when I opened the gate, thinking so.

 

The cell phone in my pocket began to ring.

 

Are they sleeping already?

 

—It’s late, but you weren’t sleeping. That’s a relief.

 

However, the sender was Han Woohyun, not the manager.

 

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

 

Today is a special mission day.

 

—Uh… I wanted to say Merry Christmas.

 

Han Woohyun’s voice was cut off.

 

Hmm…?

 

What? What is this strange sense of déjà vu?

 

Isn’t saying ‘I wasn’t sleeping’ too definite?

 

“Are you around here?”

 

—N, no…T, that…

 

Only then did I notice a car parked at the end of the road.

 

Han Woohyun must have known that I was watching him, so he spoke as if making excuses.

 

—I came here because Yoojun said something weird. I was just going to go up… That…

 

Hmm…

 

“Get down first. Woohyun-ah.”

 

There’s only 3 minutes left until Christmas, you brat.