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508 – We Are Protesting

508 – We Are Protesting

Some rolled their eyes, while others pretended to listen intently.

Those participating in the auction observed the situation in their own ways, but most shared a similar thought.

The dawn children are so cute.

“One hundred won.”

Gaeul smiled brightly and held out a coin.

People’s lips curled up at her cheerful smile, and someone covered their mouth with their hand.

‘Indeed…’

‘I wonder if anyone will bid?’

‘There’s no need to stake your life on a motorcycle.’

Since the guild’s assets were being auctioned, many guild members were gathered at the auction site.

Not wanting to jeopardize their relationship with Kang Jinho, they merely watched the situation unfold.

Even if they were competing with Kang Jinho, they didn’t want to compete with his daughters.

‘The problem is that you can’t buy it for just one hundred won.’

It was an ambiguous situation where you couldn’t buy a motorcycle for one hundred won, nor could anyone realistically place a bid.

People were curious about how Kang Jinho would resolve the issue.

“Gaeul, you can’t buy that for one hundred won.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. If you want it, I can help you out. I have money too.”

They said you could bid and pay later.

Thinking about the improved financial situation, Gyeoul puffed out her chest.

It was a used motorcycle from a guild that went bankrupt due to unpaid taxes.

No matter how expensive it was, it surely wouldn’t exceed one million won.

‘They said the auction would set the price lower.’

She could just get the doll and sell the motorcycle on a second-hand site again.

She had done second-hand trading before.

As Gyeoul calculated in her own way, the auctioneer began the auction again.

“The minimum bid is one hundred million won, and the bidding unit is one million.”

“······.”

One hundred million?

Even with her newfound financial comfort, one hundred million was an overwhelmingly large number.

Gyeoul’s mouth fell open, and she froze in her seat.

One hundred million was just too absurdly large.

It was hard to tell Gaeul, who was eagerly anticipating, that it probably wouldn’t work out.

“G-Gaeul…”

Just as Gyeoul was gripping her clothes in despair, the auctioneer announced in a loud voice to snap her back to reality.

“Five hundred million has been bid.”

“F-Five hundred million…?”

It was an unimaginable amount for Gyeoul.

Who in the world would spend five hundred million on a motorcycle?

Looking around, Gyeoul was taken aback.

The one who placed the five hundred million bid was none other than her Master.

‘So it really is about money.’

‘That’s fine.’

Five hundred million was a reasonable price that wouldn’t attract competitors.

She would avoid the stigma of crushing competitors with power.

Those participating in the auction understood, but at the same time, they realized just how much love the children received.

**

After the auction ended, Gaeul approached the auctioneer.

She politely extended both hands.

“Key, please.”

“Yes, I have confirmed your identity, and you can pay within the period…”

Glancing.

The auction staff, looking at our Master, stopped speaking.

Then, they handed Gaeul the motorcycle keychain.

“Wow…!”

Gaeul’s tail wagged at the tiny doll in her palm.

It was a cute cat doll with one hand raised.

‘…But what about the motorcycle?’

She cautiously looked up at her Master.

The Master didn’t seem particularly interested in the motorcycle.

“Master, what should we do about the motorcycle?”

“Take it.”

“Okay…”

She wouldn’t refuse a gift now, but five hundred million was just too much.

It seemed she would have to take it back to the guild and think it over deeply.

I returned to the Ggaemmi Guild with the children.

“Bomi, didn’t you buy something earlier?”

“Yeah. I bought this.”

What Bomi purchased was an old laptop that could only handle document work.

Though there were computers at the Ggaemmi Guild, Bomi was quite happy to have her own.

“With this, I can do office work anywhere.”

“That’s amazing.”

Bomi tapped on the laptop keyboard, and Gaeul jingled her keychain.

While we were looking at the things we bought at the auction and chatting, a motorcycle was delivered to the Ggaemmi Guild shortly after.

“Wanga! Levinas knows this!”

Levinas jumped in front of the motorcycle.

It looked like a rather luxurious motorcycle, but I had no idea how to handle it.

“Juin, is this a toy?”

“This is what Gaeul bought.”

“Eh?! No way! Gaeul bought it!”

Gaeul held out the keychain.

It seemed Levinas didn’t realize that the key and the motorcycle were a set.

“These two are a pair. If you press the button, it should start!”

I wondered if it had fuel in it.

Pressing the button on Gaeul’s key, which looked like a computer power button, the motorcycle roared to life.

“Whoa!”

A faint Mana emanated from the motorcycle.

It was a motorcycle that ran on Mana, not fuel.

It certainly looked cool.

Just as I reached out to touch the motorcycle,

“Snap!”

Levinas grabbed my wrist.

With a somewhat angry voice, he stopped me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Kids shouldn’t ride this! In movies, people who ride this go screeching! Bang!”

“Oh…”

So he had seen motorcycle accidents in movies.

In that case, I wouldn’t need to give any special training.

I nodded at Levinas and withdrew my hand from the motorcycle.

“Okay. Let’s not ride this.”

But what should we do with this expensive motorcycle?

As I was pondering with the children, Shin Haeil appeared from the Ggaemmi Guild building.

“Oh…! This model is…!”

“Do you know this model?”

“Yeah! I really wanted to try riding this!”

Had Shin Haeil been interested in motorcycles?

Seeing Shin Haeil’s sparkling eyes, a good idea began to form in my mind.

“Don’t we need a guild vehicle for our guild?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Bomi, who was very interested in guild operations, answered first.

She seemed to know what I was about to say next.

“Then let’s use this motorcycle as a guild vehicle. Anyone from our guild can use it.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Tap tap tap.

Bomi began typing on the laptop.

It seemed she was handling the arrangements for the motorcycle.

As I watched from behind, Gaeul approached me.

“Juin, can I ride?”

“Ride?”

“No, Gaeul can’t. Kids can’t ride.”

“Wow…”

Gaeul nodded and played with the keychain.

She was the motorcycle’s caretaker.

**

While she couldn’t drive the motorcycle, she could pretend to ride it.

The children began to play with the motorcycle like a toy.

“Vroom vroom! Screech! Bang!”

With the sound of an explosion, Levinas jumped up.

It seemed the scene of a motorcycle accident had left a strong impression on him from the movies.

“Hehe. Levinas had an accident, but he jumped and avoided it!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah!”

After playing with the motorcycle, we entered the guild office.

Bomi was sitting at the office desk, trying out various functions on her laptop.

-Currently, Gwanghwamun Square is filled with angry protesters…

The news was playing on the laptop, showing angry protesters marching.

It was a march against some policy, but I didn’t know what policy it was.

“Wanga, what’s going on?”

“This is a protest.”

“A protest? What’s a protest?”

“Um…”

How should I explain a protest?

Protests are more complicated than one might think.

After a moment of contemplation, Saebyeok began to explain in my stead.

“A protest is done to strongly assert an opinion.”

“Wow! Can Levinas do that too?!”

“Yeah. Anyone can protest.”

“Wow! Then today is protest play!”

Protest play?

It sounded a bit strange, but I thought it wasn’t bad for the beast children to learn about the rights of a democratic society through play.

“Yeah. Protest play sounds fun.”

“Hehe.”

Levinas took out a sketchbook from the office.

Then he began to write down words similar to those on the news.

[Abolish it!]

[Repeal it!]

What exactly were they asking to abolish and repeal?

We were just holding up the placards that Levinas made and marching.

“Abolish it! Abolish!”

“One hundred?”

Gaeul handed Levinas some paper trash.

Levinas blinked at the paper trash, then held it up.

“Wanga, it’s trash!”

“Uh… that’s not the trash…”

“Isn’t it?!”

Hehe.

Levinas covered his mouth and laughed.

Just then, Jeong Yuna approached from behind Levinas.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We’re protesting.”

“Protesting? What kind of protest?”

At Jeong Yuna’s question, I looked around at the children.

There didn’t seem to be a specific theme for the protest.

“We’re just playing protest.”

“Oh really? Then should I play the role of the evil corporation?”

“The evil corporation?”

“Yeah. I thought this would be a good lesson.”

While we were learning about society through play, it wasn’t bad to face off against an evil corporation, even if just for fun.

“Okay. Sounds good. But what kind of evil corporation?”

“Um… if you don’t disband the protest right now…”

“Then…?”

“The swimming pool playground will be confiscated.”

Hehe.

Jeong Yuna smiled wickedly.

At this, the children’s ears perked up.

“Ev-Everyone, disband the protest…!”

Levinas crumpled the sketchbook tightly.

Gaeul even flopped down in despair.

The children’s protest had erupted in the swimming pool playground room.

A word from the author (Author’s Note)

Thank you for reading today, PIA1747014585384!

Thank you for the comments and recommendations! They always give me strength…!

Clumsy little ones…!

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