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[A party led by S-class hunter and guardian Son Si-woo successfully conquers an S-class dungeon in Vietnam… .]

Siwoo Son.

It’s my name.

There are only five S-class hunters in Korea.

The best hunter who has been given the title of Guardian, which is awarded to a hero who saves the country from crisis.

No. 1 role model for hunters for 7 consecutive years.

Ranked 1st in Korea’s brand reputation index for 7 consecutive years.

Like this, I am envied by everyone.

“Hey, Jaesik. Have a drink this evening… Oh, I’m going to play with my family… .”

“Byung-gyu, it’s been a while since we had dinner or a meal… ah… , Overseas.”

“Sangcheol, please! Just have one drink today! hello? hello? Hey, you bastard!”

I really hate going home.

“ha… .”

I tried calling the few friends I had left in the phone book, but they all got rejected.

How much food and alcohol did I feed them?

If we were to make a movie out of the stories we heard every time those kids said they were having a hard time, there would be 12 episodes in the series.

“Ugh.”

I had no choice but to take heavy steps and head home.

When I put my face in front of the gate, the AI recognized me and opened the door.

[Son Si-woo, welcome home.]

I entered the palace-like mansion, listening to the hard sound of machinery.

As soon as you open the front door, what you see is a living room with the lights off.

It’s cold.

“… … .”

I move to my wife’s study on the second floor.

smart!

-Come in.

As I open the door and enter, a woman with red hair that looks like it’s on fire is sitting at a desk, buried in a pile of documents.

She is my wife.

“Honey, I’m here.”

“… thank you for your effort. “Wash and rest.”

She glanced at me, said that, and started reading the document where she had left off.

“… … .”

To be clear, I just returned from an S-class dungeon in Vietnam.

It is a deadly place where even S-class hunters can lose their lives if they make a mistake.

My husband went through all kinds of hardships to help the neighboring country!

“Is there anything else you want to say?”

“no… “I was just wondering if you were busy today.”

She pushed down the glasses she was wearing like a nerd and pointed to a pile of documents with a long, delicate finger.

“Yes, I’m busy.”

Okay.

You’re busy.

There’s nothing you can do if you’re busy.

Work comes first before family, right?

“Thank you for your hard work.”

He forced the corners of his mouth that had fallen down as if they would never rise and came out with a smile on his face.

“Whoa.”

My mouth is bitter.

But it’s still too early to be disappointed.

I have a daughter who has become as important to me as my wife, or even more important than my wife a little while ago.

A daughter who has been raised with great care since she was young and will not hurt even if you look at her.

I ran to my daughter’s room on the third floor and held the doorknob in my hand.

“Achacha.”

I told you that if you open the door without knocking, I’ll never see you again, right.

Knock knock!

“Daughter~ Dad is here!”

“… … .”

There is no answer.

When I awaken my senses and look around the room, I sense something familiar.

It’s definitely inside.

“Daughter, are you sleeping?”

There is no answer.

It may not be possible, but I wonder if it was hypoglycemic shock or something like that, where I was concentrating on studying and collapsed with a nosebleed.

“Daughter, Dad, I’ll go in for a moment.”

That’s when I grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it.

Rattling!

The door opened and my daughter came out.

“I’m concentrating on my studies, but why do you keep calling me?”

“no… , Dad, it’s been a while since I came home, so I have to say hello… .”

“… great job.”

Without saying those words, my daughter slammed the door to the room and went inside.

“It’s cold.”

Is the boiler not running properly?

I went down the stairs and headed into the yard, rubbing my goosebump-covered arms.

You can see a large dog house.

“Poppy!”

I brought this guy to my daughter when she was young because she said she really wanted to raise him.

In human years, he is close to 80, but to me he is like a child.

I stroked the back and head of the guy who was lying on the grass with his body half exposed.

Damn, you must have missed the taste of my own hands.

“Poppy, didn’t you miss your dad? Gulp Gulp!”

Poppy’s eyes slowly turn in this direction.

“bruise.”

And then the head turns again.

“… … .”

Now even my dog ignores me.

Life is so bitter.