“Ah~ It’s been a long time… It’s been a long time~”

    Sunny morning.

    As Eunha was heading to the cafe, looking around, a terrible image came to her mind of a sports car hitting the accelerator and rushing towards her.

    A woman who was wandering in front of the blood donation center suddenly started talking to me.

    I remember.

    He is an employee of the blood donation center that Eunha often used because it was close to her home.

    She looked at Eunha’s chest with embarrassment as she pushed up her hoodie, then quickly approached Eunha with a bright smile.

    “I was surprised. You were a woman?… Huh? It was clearly in the documents…”

    “Oh, I was mistaken. That happens sometimes.”

    “Am I mistaken? Hahaha, anyway, it’s hard to see you these days~ Where have you been?”

    An employee with a slightly stiff mouth gives Eunha a pamphlet and chats with her in a friendly way.

    The Blood Donation House is currently holding a surprise event, and if you donate blood within the period, you will be entered into a drawing to receive some pretty generous prizes, including a 100,000 won digital gift certificate, a leather wallet with the Blood Donor House logo, a department store gift certificate, etc…

    what. Why are they selling so much like a supermarket that is on the verge of going bankrupt?

    Is it okay for a blood donation center to hold such an event?

    “The more blood you donate during the event period, the higher your chances of winning. Isn’t this a huge advantage for Eunha? You usually do it once every three days.”

    “Sure. But I don’t have any intention of donating blood for the time being.”

    “Yes?! Uh, why…?”

    “It’s personal… Anyway, good luck!”

    “Ugh, Eunha…!”

    It might have been harsh in the past, but it’s different now.

    Now I want even more to get the mysterious free gift from [Neulpureum Emergency Center].

    I have no intention of donating blood until the promotion exam, and I plan to use the blood donation bus after the exam is over.

    In the future, it will be rare to use a blood donation center.

    By the way, since it is such an unconventional product, there will be more people donating blood.

    Eunha walked past the visibly embarrassed staff at the blood donation center.

    The sky I looked up at with light steps was clear without a single cloud.

    It’s a pleasant morning.

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    “Hey, waitress…! Can I take a picture?”

    “There’s no way it won’t work.”

    May 20th

    There are 12 days left until the ‘Hunter Promotion Exam’ to be held next month.

    Eunha was caught and photographed by customers again today.

    What is this?

    “Staff girl! Do you smile!”

    “Are you still smiling?”

    “Kyahaha~ It’s like this.”

    Recently, the number of customers at the cafe has increased.

    Is it roughly 50% compared to last month?

    Although it is not the peak season, there are many customers in the cafe, so I was embarrassed for a while.

    When I asked Ban Harin, who was writing documents on his laptop at the table he always sat at, I got an unexpected answer that it was because of Eunha.

    “Me?”

    “Isn’t she already famous among those around her as a cafe employee who failed the E-level promotion test 30 times? But recently, rumors have spread that the employee is a beautiful woman, so quite a few people come to see her out of curiosity.”

    That seems to be the case.

    Where on earth do you hear such rumors?

    First-time customers are rarely seen in a cafe that is always quiet.

    Most of them are students wearing [Euncheon Academy] school uniform. They look at Eunha’s smiling face with admiration as she brings the ordered coffee to the table.

    For many years, the only gazes towards the F-class hunter were ones full of pity or ridicule… But somehow, the tingling in my lower abdomen was unfamiliar, yet good.

    Is it pretty and worth seeing?

    Yes, a cafe needs to be busy to do business well.

    Eunha smiled languidly as usual and focused on her work.

    “Ugh… the customers are taking Eunha away.”

    “It’s just work.”

    “Why are you so kind to customers?”

    “You call that a horse?”

    However, the cafe owner, Eunbangul, seems rather dissatisfied.

    There are so many customers that he doesn’t have time to play with Eunha… Does this rabbit have no intention of making money?

    I’ve thought about it for a long time, but it feels like cafes are my hobby.

    “I can’t do it…! I need to hire one more employee!”

    “Are you still okay?”

    “No! In order for me and Eunha to mess around, we need someone to take over the work!”

    “Do your job, boss.”

    “By the way, Eunha. You’ve become much prettier today, right? I’d like to ask you to smile too.”

    “Mr. Banharin, stay quiet. There are so many people, but you feel embarrassed.”

    Ban Harin, who ‘observed’ Eunha with an expressionless face, flirted with her.

    As expected of her observant nature, she seems to have noticed a subtle change in Eunha’s body and face shape.

    The enlarged breasts are compressed with a bandage so it is not noticeable, so why is it like that?

    Eunha, who unconsciously covered her face with one hand, maintained her composure and placed a freshly baked pretzel in Ban Harin’s mouth.

    I really wish I was as gentle as my face.

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    On the TV installed in the cafe, there was an uproar about the Hunter Association.

    Eunha sat at the table and watched TV, pushing away Ban Harin’s hand that kept stroking her waist.

    [Galaxy Potion], which was excitedly talked about as being mass-produced and inexpensive, seems to be reducing sales by one-fifth starting next month.

    It seems like there was an uproar on the internet… Honestly, it has nothing to do with Eunha.

    [Self-healing] Skill owner, a person who has never bought a single bottle of potion in his entire life.

    Because that’s Eunha.

    … … Of course, these days, I wonder if it would be a good idea to carry a bottle of potion in my arms because of those life-threatening things.

    Even if you don’t drink it, it can be considered a talisman.

    Or spray it in their faces to make them feel bad.

    Anyway, Eunha can’t do anything about ‘those’ and they can’t kill Eunha either. In that case, wouldn’t it be best to make the other person feel bad?

    okay. Lately, nothing much has happened except for someone dying of old age in the park.

    Since you’re not going to die anyway, it’s okay to act a little confidently.

    Eunha patted her chest, which was feeling tight due to the bandage, and calmed herself down.

    “There are a lot of accidents in the Hunter Association these days… I heard someone died in the Association this time. Did you say there was an explosion of artifacts?”

    “I heard you were a B-class hunter? After all, it’s better to join a guild than an association…”

    As he hugged my waist and shook off the clinging silver droplets, asking me to play with him, I could hear the whispering of academy students who were doing their homework with their books open on the table.

    It was a hunter association whose public sentiment soared with the announcement of [Galaxy Potion], but many hunters still aimed for large guilds with deep financial resources rather than associations.

    Could it be said to be the difference between a civil servant and a large corporation? In addition, due to various noises coming from the association recently, public sentiment, which had barely risen, is falling…

    According to rumors, one of the artifacts stored by the Hunter Association ran away, causing an accident to an employee.

    After all, artifacts are dangerous items. So people die.

    Could it be that the association kept items similar to the [Black Book]?

    I feel like I want to go directly to the association and ask what artifacts they have, but they won’t even let outsiders see it, saying it’s for security reasons.

    A rude employee of the ‘Artifact Management Department’ that I met the other day.

    how are you.

    I am doing well.

    Thanks to you, I have decided not to seek help from the Hunter Association.

    Please live a long life while listening to me swearing.

    “ha…”

    “Same as last time, are you interested in the artifact?”

    As I was sighing in frustration, Ban Harin, who was munching on a warm pretzel, spoke up.

    He just sighed, but when I asked him why he brought up the artifact, he said that I asked because he was just making that kind of face.

    Office workers these days seem to be using mind-reading techniques as well.

    Meow~♪

    At that time, Ban Harin took out a ballpoint pen from his suit pocket.

    There was a cat-shaped statue attached to the back push button of the ballpoint pen, which stretched out as if it were alive and made a cute meowing sound.

    What is that? cute.

    Is that ballpoint pen also an artifact?

    Meow~♪ Myaow~♪

    Ban Harin stroked the cat statue attached to the ballpoint pen with his finger and showed it to Eunha.

    “Isn’t it cute?”

    “Wow… is this an artifact too?”

    “If you feed it food, it excretes ink of that color. If you feed it blue food, it becomes a blue ballpoint pen, and so on.”

    Ban Harin took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and wrote with a cat pen.

    Shiny golden letters appeared.

    Did they even feed him gold?

    Banharin’s explanation continued even as the cat statue sang loudly.

    “I don’t know why Eunha was interested in the artifact, but first of all, the artifact itself is not common. In order to legally possess an artifact, an [Artifact Possession Permit] must be issued by the Hunter Association, and the number currently does not exceed 10,000. .”

    “So that means there are only a few thousand artifacts in our country.”

    “As expected, Eunha, that is correct. Even including the unauthorized and illegal artifacts traded on the black market, the number is that much.”

    In particular, it seems that there are only a few hundred [Battle Artifacts] that are helpful in battle across the country, making it difficult for even medium-sized guilds to find them.

    So I searched on the internet and found no information.

    Just as a hunter hides his skills, he is hiding the information of the artifact.​

    “For this reason, it is rare to have the opportunity to see the artifact with your own eyes… but if Eunha wants it, we will find a way somehow.”

    “There’s no need to go that far. It’s fine for me, though.”

    “Instead, when you go to see the artifact, you go alone with me. Without Eunbangul’s knowledge.”

    Ban Harin whispers quietly in Eunha’s ear so that the rabbit girl in the kitchen cannot hear.

    Is he subtly asking me out on a date while showing him an artifact?

    Well, that’s good. Investigating the artifact in the first place was to uncover the identity of the [Black Book], but it was more like a date.

    Eunha happily accepted Ban Harin’s date request and returned to the kitchen.

    A customer must come and take their order.

    “……You have accepted.”

    And, while looking at Eunha’s back toward the kitchen, A-class hunter Ban Harin quietly muttered.

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