episode_0088

The next day, I packed my gear and went to work at the lab.

Say hello to 04, who always sits on the sofa playing games on his phone.

He grumbled that he was stopped in the 24th round of the defense game.

And he asked me to wake up with him since he would be coming down during break time later.

I answered 04 with a bright smile.

Arrived at the lounge bar.

I greeted 03, who was looking at the bar in the form of a girl instead of a muscle suit.

She immediately crossed her arms and sniffed my skin, saying she had been waiting for me.

And then he asked me to watch it with him since he had been practicing Jin Fizz.

I answered 03 with a bright smile.

“I was so worried because I thought you would never come back!”

Misha clung to my arm with a sad look on her face.

I could barely coax and comfort that girl.

“How could I not get it when they give me 1200 a month? And they say it’s all legal.”

“That’s right-, we conduct experiments on very humane grounds!”

What the hell.

The word “shit” almost came out of my mouth.

I finally pulled myself together and put on the bartender’s uniform I had brought.

The girl looks at him with longing eyes.

A tight-fitting shirt and slacks that fit like a suit.

Even with the blazer that cinches his waist, anyone can tell he’s a bartender.

“Sister’s suit… so cool.”

Drool flows from her mouth.

Misha looked up at me intently, hugging my pelvis.

I can’t help but sigh at those burdensome looks.

“ Was this the reason why Congressman told me not to wear a suit…”

“Sister, what did you say?”

“Oh, no… I’m just talking to myself.”

Arriving at the bar table, I immediately set up a glass.

And he stood at the counter with a continuous smile on his face without any change in expression.

To welcome guests who will soon arrive.

Soon, around 3 o’clock.

The doctor, who was impressed by the gin fizz I made, came back again.

As it turned out, he was an important person in charge of stabilizing the test subjects in Lab 3.

The one who decides whether to release or isolate an entity, and the fate of the test subject is determined by the push of a button on his finger.

“You are the most needed talent in the research lab.”

“Don’t mention it. The person in charge is this young manager here.”

The doctor shrugs, sipping the gin fizz I made him.

Misha seemed at a loss for what to do with herself at his compliments, and shyly lowered her head, covering both her cheeks.

“I- It’s all thanks to the doctor.”

“All I do is press the red and green buttons. Open, isolate. That’s it.”

His words, spoken without much thought, were engraved deeply in my mind.

Red, green.

These are buttons I’m sure I’ve seen in the control room.

After seeing off a few guests, it was already 5 o’clock.

Then, the sound of someone getting off the elevator was heard.

I thought it was 04.

But he was a completely different person.

Black hair, black shirt.

And blue eyes.

It’s a face I’ve seen a lot.

But I soon realized who he was.

Now, he looks like he’s about to enter high school.

Through the tattoo of the number 08 under the eye.

The ranker who stopped his older sister when she was about to kill 09.

It’s 08.

You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you.

It seems like you’ve been eating very well and living very well.

“What, I thought there was only Misha.”

“Hello, I’m Siho, our potion master and bartender.”

“Oh, so now we can get the potion every day too?”

“No. My sister got a job here as a bartender, not as a potion vendor.”

Misha shook her head firmly.

Then I quickly stopped her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you a potion soon. Very ‘regularly’, I mean.”

“Oh my, really? You really are an angel…”

“How much money do I get paid here? Of course I should take care of it.”

08 looks at me blankly.

It’s unsettling because it feels like someone is seeing through me to see who I am.

But, that’s not possible.

That is, if the guy doesn’t even try to spy on my memories.

I smiled faintly at Misha’s introduction.

Then 08 coughed and sat down at the counter table.

“You’re going to drink the cocktail I made for you? I’m so happy.”

Misha was impressed that 08 wanted to drink the cocktail she made.

But the boy is disgusted by seeing such a girl.

“What the hell are you talking about. I just heard that a new person came.”

The boy looks up at me expressionlessly.

Beautiful blue eyes.

How can you kill someone so carelessly with those eyes?

I want to stick my fingers in his mouth and gouge out his eyeballs right now.

But not yet.

Not yet…

“Well, it looks ordinary.”

He studied my face and body with indifference.

However, the observation time was quite long despite the indifferent expression.

“Then, what kind of alcohol would you like?”

“Let go, I’m 18 now.”

“I’ll let you go once we get closer-.”

I opened my eyes slightly with the corners of my mouth raised.

Then the boy avoided my gaze and cleared his throat.

“I don’t know much about cocktails, so please recommend one.”

Misha looks at me with a strange look as she sees the boy’s reaction.

She whispered to me with a playful face.

“08 seems to like my sister-.”

“Me..?”

Misha shook her head as if she was possessed.

And he points at the boy, hiding his finger under the table.

“Yeah-, he doesn’t really drink cocktails. They’re alcoholic garbage-.”

Of course, it’s normal for an 18 year old to be weak to alcohol.

“What are you talking about! Who do you think you are?”

“Still a kid-.”

When the boy got angry, Misha shook his shoulders and started to act silly.

Then 08 frowns and speaks to me.

“Don’t worry, I’m strong in alcohol.”

“Still- you’re still young… Would you like something non-alcoholic?”

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and looked down at the boy with a worried face.

As if ignoring it.

“No! Give me the most mature one.”

The boy muttered, seeming uncomfortable.

The shadow beneath him also squirms as if in a bad mood.

I smiled at the boy.

With eyes half closed.

“Okay, I’ll give you the most ‘adult’ one.”

Prepare a clear martini glass.

Add a few drops of Johnnie Walker Black on top and shake the glass back and forth to coat the entire glass.

Next, fill up with black vodka, which is transparent despite its name.

Finally, decorate with cut lemon peel…

Rating: ???

Effect: It reduces the ?? of the person taking it by ??

Information: A black martini made by Siho. The bartender, who always treated his customers with sincerity, had different ideas this time. Angelic Hand was activated.

A liquid as black as ink filled the martini glass.

It’s as black as 08’s hair and clothes.

But it doesn’t end here.

Before handing over the glass, he took out a small glass bottle from his bosom.

Green liquid sloshes inside.

While Misha was looking away for a moment, I secretly dropped a few drops of the liquid into the glass.

Luckily, I finished everything before she turned to me.

Only then can I breathe a sigh of relief and speak to the boy.

“I’ll give you a black martini.”

She pushed the glass towards the boy with a soft smile.

He stares at the glass as if it were a wonder.

“The colors are amazing.”

“As the name suggests, it’s ‘Black’ Marty.”

He answered kindly while carrying the luggage on his back.

Then 08 slowly grabbed the glass.

Instead of picking it up with your fingers, grab it with your fist.

Just by looking at him, you can tell that the boy is completely ignorant of cocktails.

08 put the glass to his lips.

And I drank the black martini like I was drinking a soft drink.

He was trying to act bravely to look like an adult.

Soon his eyebrows twitch.

It can’t be helped, after gulping down a cocktail that’s over 40 degrees.

I expected him to spit out his alcohol right away, so I took a step back.

But fortunately, the boy didn’t spit out his alcohol.

I forced myself to drink the hot alcohol so as not to show it.

Maybe because he’s a ranker, he’s in a good mood.

“Oh, it’s delicious…”

The boy stuttered, his face flushed.

Misha looks worriedly at 08, who has drunk half of his drink in one go.

“Are you okay…?”

“This is the basics. What do you think, sis?”

08 looks up at me, breathing hard.

I tell him that.

“Awesome-. Very well done.”

She smiled brightly and patted his head.

Then the boy is startled and sticks his head out.

“Don’t look at me like a kid. How dare you…”

He glared at me.

At this, I mumble with an extremely apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry… I just thought you were cute…”

“Hey, what’s your habit of talking to Siho!”

Misha would get angry like lightning whenever she saw the grass dead.

He points his finger at the boy and tells him to apologize immediately.

Then the boy muttered to himself.

He bows his head obediently and apologizes.

oh my god.

The guy who killed us so mercilessly apologized because of Misha’s words.

perhaps…

I wonder if the numbers on the counters represent their respective ranks.

If so, how strong is 03 Misha?

I’ve even seen them make a muscular man suit.

So I thought he was just some genius engineer…

I feel like she has another secret that I don’t know about.

It was also like that when I went to lab number 3, they just let me go.

Also, being the deputy director of the research institute.

This is seriously suspicious.

“Anyway, it’s not poisonous at all. It’s not as bad as I thought.”

08 finished all his alcohol and got up from his seat.

Indeed, despite having emptied his glass of alcohol in one go, he looked perfectly fine.

But I soon noticed.

Unlike his seemingly healthy body…

The shadow beneath 08 squirms as if drunk.

I looked down at that cute shadow and inwardly raised the corners of my lips.

“I’m going.”

“Are you going to pick up the body again?”

Misha asked as he watched the boy leaving.

A corpse…?

“Always like that, huh.”

“I hope it’s a proper specimen this time, like the one I got a long time ago.”

“What, is that the flame test?”

My lips twitched at the word flame test.

Are you talking about Sister Jisoo?

“I was lucky back then, because I had two healers, one that read memories and the other that inspected the flames.”

The boy shrugs.

It’s so shameless, as if they picked up the corpses of dead hunters in their entirety.

“It’s strange, how could people with such abilities have died from something like a wyvern?”

Misha pressed her finger to her lips as if she couldn’t understand.

Could it be that 03 doesn’t know that the Counters’ rankers are killing people?

While I was thinking about Misha for a moment.

08 mutters with a meaningful smile.

“Because they were bugs who didn’t even know how to use their abilities properly.”

The boy waved his arms and walked away toward the elevator.

As he left, my gaze was focused solely on his shadow.

The boy seen in the shadow staggers like a drunkard.

okay.

As you said, I didn’t know how to use my abilities properly.

But now it’s a little different.

I carefully held the glass bottle in my breast pocket.

Misha looks up at me like that.

She asked me softly.

“Hey, sister.”

“Uh, uh…?”

I was lost in thought.

Then, Misha’s question startled me into coming to my senses.

“What did you drink earlier?”

My heart races at the sharp question.

Does this guy have eyes on the back of his head?

“Um- I see you’re flustered…”

Misha opens her eyes sinisterly and places a finger on my shoulder.

And it flowed down softly, as if it were exploring me.

My heart is pounding like crazy.

When the girl opened her mouth, my body froze as if time had stopped to listen to her words.

“It’s my sister’s special bitter! Right?”

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

Luckily, she seems to think it’s a cocktail ingredient.

Well, in a way, it is material.

After finally catching my breath, I patted Misha’s head.

And then he spoke to her very quietly, in a low voice.

“That’s right, my special liqueur.”

“What’s your name? It’s green like green juice.”

“Name is…”

I tried to define the name of this liquid in my mind.

Yeah, that’s what they’ve been calling it since ancient times.

“Green Fairy.”