Ch.91S-Rank Dungeons Are Dangerous (4)

“Oppa?”

After just one glass of wine, my brother somehow looked pale and couldn’t keep his balance.

Sensing something was wrong, Baek Seoha hurriedly approached Baek Eunha who had collapsed on the floor.

Right after, Baek Eunha raised his upper body with a blank expression.

“Oppa? Are you okay?”

“…Uuung.”

But he clearly didn’t look okay. Baek Eunha sat on the floor for nearly 30 seconds before finally standing up unsteadily.

Unable to just watch his staggering gait, Baek Seoha quickly moved beside him and supported him.

After somehow managing to move Baek Eunha to a nearby table, he slumped his head on the table and pointed somewhere with his finger.

“…Caaake.”

“You want some?”

Nod, nod.

Seeing Baek Eunha nodding, Baek Seoha sighed and reluctantly put some cake on a plate and returned to the table.

But when she returned to the table, Baek Eunha was already gone.

Faced with this absurd scene, Baek Seoha could only stand there in a daze.

#

“Oh my, what’s the matter?”

“…Caaake.”

Beatrice, an S-rank hunter from Italy known as the Empress in public.

She smiled gently at the silver-haired girl who had suddenly approached her.

“Would you like some of this?”

When the girl, Baek Eunha, nodded, Beatrice lightly twirled her fingertip.

A plate, cake, and utensils appeared in the air and neatly settled on her palm.

“Here you go.”

“…Youu, I like you.”

Baek Eunha sat down with a satisfied expression, grinning as she cut and ate the cake. Beatrice, standing beside her, tilted her head with an intrigued expression.

‘She seems like the one who was scanning the hunters inside the banquet hall from the entrance earlier…’

Her skill was clearly that of a highly experienced professional. With such power, she shouldn’t get drunk so easily, which made this quite peculiar.

Baek Eunha spoke to Beatrice.

“…Name.”

“I’m Beatrice. And you, little miss?”

“Baek Eunha, and I’m not a little misss…”

Slowly stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth, Baek Eunha continued speaking.

Beatrice, who had been bored anyway, chatted with her for a while and realized within minutes that the girl before her had considerable self-confidence.

“Fufu, you’re quite adorable. Then what about that man over there wearing the white hood?”

“…Weakling. Less than a post-meal exercise.”

“Then what about the woman in the red dress on the opposite side?”

“Similar to that guy from earlierr.”

She had only spoken out of curiosity, but this girl was truly interesting. Did she actually know who these people were that she had just pointed out?

Roberto, known as the Storm Child, and Juliana, nicknamed the Blood Flower.

Both were renowned figures in the hunter world, evaluated as being close to S-rank.

To call such people weaklings, one would need to hold at least an S-rank title, but Beatrice had never seen this girl before.

“Are you Korean, Eunha? An A-rank?”

“…B-rankk.”

“Pfft. What’s that supposed to mean.”

She was truly a strange girl. If she was B-rank, she probably came here as an assistant to a high-ranking hunter, yet she called minimum A-rank hunters weaklings.

However, what could have seemed arrogant was only cute, masked by her small appearance and drunken speech.

“Then what about thaat person over there?”

A black-haired, black-eyed man with sharp features who had brought his own sword to the banquet hall. He was Sanada, the S-rank hunter known as Japan’s Sword Tiger.

Looking at Sanada, Baek Eunha once again evaluated him with blank eyes.

“…Weakling.”

“That’s no different from before.”

“It’s differentt. Like a frog and a badger difference.”

Though the content was strange, it was surprisingly accurate as if she had her own judgment criteria.

Finding it even more amusing, Beatrice smiled again.

“Your assessment is harsh. Even I can’t guarantee victory against Sanada-nim.”

“Mmm…”

However, what Baek Eunha said next made even Beatrice feel a certain discomfort.

“Liee.”

“Pardon?”

“…You could win easily in three minutess.”

Beatrice’s expression wavered slightly upon hearing this.

It was because Baek Eunha had accurately pinpointed the actual power difference between her and Sanada that she had been thinking about.

‘…How?’

In truth, evaluating the hunters present here was something anyone could do.

After all, they were all famous people whose information could be easily found just by looking on the internet.

But this statement was different.

She had never revealed her full power in public settings, nor had she ever boasted unnecessarily.

In fact, because of such behavior, she was merely evaluated as a lower-tier hunter within the S-rank.

So, for someone to make such a perfect assessment about her…

“Can you really detect others’ strength accurately?”

If so, it was an amazing ability. She would even want to hire and keep her by her side.

However, hearing Beatrice’s words, Baek Eunha just tilted her head and gave an incomprehensible answer.

“…Hmm. Somehow better than beforee.”

Just then, a beautiful woman with a cool impression appeared and picked up Baek Eunha.

“…I apologize. My sister was being rude.”

“What? Your sister?”

The woman left after saying only that.

Beatrice wore a puzzled expression as she recalled what had just happened.

“I don’t understand…”

However, a significant hypothesis suddenly occurred to her.

She had thoughtlessly considered it a special ability earlier, but there was actually a simple way to gauge someone’s level.

That is, if one’s own level was higher than the opponent’s.

And simultaneously, Baek Eunha’s words lingered in her mind.

‘She clearly said everyone was weak…’

Then perhaps Baek Eunha was even stronger than the S-rank hunters present here, including herself?

“…What am I thinking, that can’t be possible.”

Yet, even Beatrice unconsciously realized.

In the previous situation, she had failed to properly grasp the power contained within Baek Eunha.

And what that fact meant.

#

When I regained consciousness, I was neatly laid on a hotel room bed. My clothes had been changed, and my ring was removed.

“My, my head hurts…”

“Finally awake, huh.”

In one corner of the room, Lee Jichul was uncharacteristically sitting and reading a book. Looking at him curiously, I opened my mouth.

“Se, Seoha?”

“If you mean your sister, she’s at the banquet hall. Many people were looking for her, so she went back after putting you to bed.”

“Ugh. I, I can’t remember anything. What happened?”

Indeed, my mind was completely blank, and I couldn’t recall anything.

It felt as if the last few hours of memories had been completely erased.

Lee Jichul left a meaningful comment to me.

“You’ll probably find out soon.”

“What, what will I find out?”

“Ask your sister for details.”

I have an ominous feeling somehow. I frowned and lay back down on the bed with my churning stomach.

But wait, didn’t they say it nullifies all status effects?

I glared at the ring placed on the bedside table with a dissatisfied expression, but of course, no answer came back.

After about an hour passed like that, Seoha finally returned.

“Oppa, you’re awake?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your stomach?”

“…Not good.”

She brought me a glass of honey water from somewhere and started showing me a video on her smartphone.

“Ugh. What is this?”

“Watch and you’ll see.”

The background of the video was inside the hotel room where I am now.

In it, I was sitting blankly on the floor with my legs stretched out, looking at Seoha and opening my mouth.

[…Socks.]

When Seoha remained silent at those puzzling words, the me in the screen wiggled my legs as if throwing a tantrum and mumbled again.

[…Soocks.]

[You want them off?]

I sensed from that point that I had made a spectacle of myself and turned my head away, but Seoha mercilessly held the screen in front of me.

“Uuugh.”

The video was over 5 minutes long, and its content only got worse, never better.

Faced with that explicit scene, I was confused.

Is, is that really me?

“See? This is what happens when you drink. And you only had one glass.”

“……”

After confirming the entire disaster, I had no choice but to make a firm resolution.

“…I, I’ll never drink alcohol again.”

“Yes, oppa. Good decision.”

And so, a day at the hotel passed.