The event room of a luxurious hotel in Samcheok, Gangwon Province.
“……”
“……”
An odd silence flowed through the boisterous crowd, and Gio was the first of the two to speak.
He spoke evenly, as though explaining the most obvious common knowledge.
“I will be responsible for preparing the meals, so I am not worried about the food tasting bad.”
“…Ah, the young master is going to cook?”
“My cooking ability and digestive capacity are excellent. I am therefore confident that I can enjoy delicious meals even in the Dungeon.”
“Now that’s an original answer.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I find you somewhat close. Could you take one step back?”
“Ah, sorry.”
The Hunter, whose crescent-shaped black eyes made a strong impression, grinned and raised both hands. It was the archetypal pose of surrender, as well as the archetypal declaration of mockery. He stepped slightly away from Seo Gio.
“I’ve heard so much about Hunter Seo Gio that I must have convinced myself we were already friends.”
“Aha. So that was an overture of friendship. I understand what you meant now.”
“Our young master certainly has a generous heart, doesn’t he? A fine sense of humor, too. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Many Hunters pretended otherwise while secretly listening to their conversation with intense fascination. Hunter Seo Gio did not seem to care, and neither did the blond Hunter who had first requested this “conversation.”
“I have a habit of speaking without thinking. You’ll understand, won’t you?”
Long, straight blond hair and a well-proportioned body. At the…