It may be quite natural, but the match between the two ended with Francis’ victory.

    “Ugh… !”

    Angela collapses after a fierce battle reminiscent of a real battle.

    Francis, who knocked her out, raises his nose high and declares victory.

    “Hahaha! With this, we have achieved 792 wins in 792 matches!”

    “… … .”

    I realized this while listening to the ridiculous record.

    The reason why Angela was able to become so strong.

    Since I have fought nearly 800 battles against Francis, who has always been the best from the past to the present, my skills are bound to improve.

    Two people who were quarantined in another space return to the banquet hall.

    “Damn it!”

    “Hahaha! Don’t be too hard on yourself, Angela.”

    He points under his chin with his thumb and continues speaking.

    “The opponent is me, right?”

    “Aaaah!”

    A second explosion occurred.

    Exchange meetings generally seem to be like this.

    A banquet where you can laugh and talk to soothe your tired body and mind while contributing to world peace.

    “Hehehe.”

    As proof of this, isn’t the sound of laughter constantly coming out of the mouth of the saintess who is watching this scene?

    At that moment, the saint asked me.

    “How about it? How did you feel about the first exchange meeting you attended?”

    How do you feel?

    The answer was fixed.

    “It’s so cozy.”

    A group is created to realize common goals and interests.

    I know this because I have experience leading such groups.

    The fact is that a harmonious group that truly cares for each other is a blessing in itself.

    Suddenly, my colleagues come to mind.

    Not the people who are by my side now, but the people who reliably stood by my side during my Son Si-woo days.

    There was a time when we were like that with them too.

    “I mean.”

    The sound of her words awakens my thoughts.

    “I like the people here.”

    A shy sincerity, as if confessing that you like a guy you like.

    “So sometimes… , Sometimes it’s painful to give orders to people here.”

    “… I guess so.”

    I think I know how you feel.

    World peace is created only through dedication and sacrifice.

    Therefore, the saint who leads them must sometimes force sacrifices from those she loves so much.

    Sending investigators to places where death lurks.

    Something like infiltrating an ally into an enemy hideout that was discovered with difficulty.

    It’s like fighting in a battle where you are obviously outnumbered and dying heroically.

    Things that must be done for the purpose of the group.

    But no matter how much you justify or rationalize it, you can’t help but feel heartbroken.

    Human affection is like that.

    The moment when she finally realizes, at least in part, the weight of the karma she has carried.

    “Through the sacrifice of my colleagues, I discovered the home base of the supposed apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins.”

    “… … !”

    My eyes widened in shock at her words.

    “They still don’t know that their base has been discovered. so… , I plan to make a surprise attack before that.”

    I get it roughly.

    What will come next?

    “As I said a little while ago… , I like the people here. As long as possible… , No, if I can, I want to survive together until the end of our mission.”

    Without hesitation, her eyes turn to me as she expresses her almost impossible greed.

    “For that, you need a special person.”

    “If you are a special person… .”

    “A person who possesses both strong strength and leadership. There are many people who are strong hunters and have good leadership skills, but it is rare to find people who possess both of these qualities at the same time. Among us… .”

    After staying for a moment, the gaze turns to Francis Meyer, who is laughing and chatting among the crowd, with his arm around Angela’s shoulder, who was looking sullen after the loss.

    “Sir Francis over there.”

    Eventually, her gaze returns again and they make eye contact.

    “Maybe it’s Hunter Kim Do-jin in front of me.”

    “That’s too much praise.”

    “No, it’s not. I truly think so, and so… , I really need your help.”

    A saint who cuts off even modest words with a single cut.

    She takes one step closer and stretches out her arm to grab my hand.

    “Kim Do-jin Hunter.”

    “… Yes, saint.”

    “Would you please take the lead in this operation together with Sir Francis?”

    An apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins who is an enemy not only to the Guardians but also to me.

    In fact, this alone is enough reason to participate in the operation.

    Also, a joint operation with Francis Maier that you wanted to work with at least once?

    There is nothing better.

    Therefore, I place my other hand on top of the hand that was holding mine and open my mouth in a calm manner.

    “It was my first time participating in an exchange event, but the friendly atmosphere I felt among my colleagues and their warm welcome was very special to me.”

    This is your chance to score points from her.

    As such, he shows just enough sympathy for her wishes without going overboard.

    “But as you know… , I am not a just person enough to risk my life for a colleague I have never met.”

    It is important to keep the concept.

    Although it has justice in its heart, it also exudes a worldly feel.

    “So this time, I will fight for the saint who believes in me and for Angela, with whom I have already crossed the line of fire several times. Instead, you should pay a good price for your dedication?”

    She nods.

    “I promise.”

    He let go of the hand he was holding and smiled cheerfully.

    “Then that’s it. Lastly, shall we raise a toast to the success of the operation?”

    “Hehe, I like it.”

    After handing her a glass of champagne that was on the table, he muttered softly.

    “For the success of the operation.”

    Jang!

    I shove the champagne from the clinked glass down my throat and look at her from the corner of my eye.

    I found out about it for the first time today.

    Even saintly women have desires.

    Of course, even that was just an extremely benevolent desire.

    Whether it is good or evil.

    The thing called desire always greedily inflates its body whenever given the opportunity.

    This must also be the case with the saint’s desire.

    Maybe that could be a gap.

    The only gap that could swallow her and the Guardians whole.

    Hiding these thoughts deep in my heart, I drank another glass of champagne while facing the saint.

    .

    .

    .

    .

    .

    .

    .

    The exchange meeting that lasted until late at night finally came to an end.

    Everyone was disappointed, but there was nothing they could do.

    You must end the exchange before the end of the fellowship to avoid any suspicion that may follow.

    I leave the room with old man Merlin, who has moved everyone around the banquet hall.

    “… Keep space magic hidden for the time being.”

    “How much?”

    “I plan to stop by the royal palace soon and tell your story.”

    “Aha.”

    In short, just give me time to pray to the royal family.

    “Sure, well.”

    Since it wasn’t a difficult task, I quickly accepted.

    I thought I would use this as an excuse to open some more beans, but I stopped.

    Even the feast was stolen right in front of my eyes, so a person should have a conscience.

    By the way, I think my kids would have been fine without me.

    After walking down the long hallway, we reached the main hall of the banquet hall.

    I see guild members gathered at the table where I first sat down.

    And the person standing next to him.

    “That person… ?”

    Sharp eyes and angular face.

    He is nearly 2m tall and has muscles that seem to explode.

    The name I was trying to say was spoken first by old man Merlin.

    “Isn’t that guy Morgan Paul?”

    “… That’s right.”

    Morgan Paul.

    In America, which has the largest number of S-class hunters, he is one of the top three strong men.

    At the same time, he is the guild master of ‘Utopia’, a large American guild.

    He appeared out of nowhere and was looking at a person sitting at the table.

    As I get a little closer, I can hear their conversation.

    “I need you.”

    “I don’t need you.”

    “Hey… , you know it well, right? What we can do together!”

    “Well, I’m not sure.”

    The one-sided courtship continues.

    A man’s desperate cry to change a woman’s heart.

    Then I remembered.

    “Juyeon, come back again. Our guild, no… , I still need you.”

    The fact that the guild that Juyeon was working for when he was in the United States was the Utopia Guild.

    “I already belong to another guild.”

    “It doesn’t matter how much the penalty is. If only I could bring you that kind of money… !”

    “Money is not the problem.”

    “Then what… .”

    Jooyeon’s eyes look at Morgan Paul for the first time.

    Unlike his sorrowful gaze, his gaze was extremely cold and sharp.

    “I like it now. It can’t even be compared to when I was with you.”

    “Main role… .”

    “So let’s go back. I don’t want to make my guild members uncomfortable anymore.”

    It was a truly clumsy answer.

    It was enough to make me nod my head and think, “This is what you have to do to break a person’s heart.”

    But is the opponent an opponent?

    “… give me a chance I am confident that I will make you several times happier than you are now!”

    Morgan Paul was persistent.

    I don’t know whether to call him persistent or tactless.

    Despite Juyeon’s sharp refusal, the other person doesn’t seem to have any intention of backing down easily.

    In that case, I have no choice but to finish it here.

    He walks towards the table, leaving old Merlin watching with an interested expression.

    As we slowly got closer to the spot.

    Morgan Paul’s pot-lid-sized hand is directed towards Juyeon.

    No, this guy?

    It hits the ground with rising heat.

    “Juyeon, don’t do that, just talk to me a little more… .”

    He quickly closes the distance and grabs Morgan Paul’s hand, which was trying to grab Jooyeon’s wrist, and lifts it instead.

    “Oh, nice to meet you. Are you Morgan Paul?”

    The guy frowns and shakes off his hands at the sudden appearance and skinship.

    “… Who is it? You suddenly barge in and grab someone’s hand arbitrarily.”

    Is it because they are glad to see this timely appearance?

    “Dojin!”

    A smile blooms on Juyeon’s face, which was once full of worry.

    They use this on their backs and show off a lot.

    “This is Kim Do-jin, the master of the Twilight Guild.”

    The corners of his eyes are fluttering.

    “You are the one… !”

    A gaze that turns hostile.

    He responds with a bright smile on his face as if he is facing the enemy of Cheolcheon.

    And I warn you.

    “Mr. Morgan Paul. Our guild members are so pretty that I’ll even allow you to look at them, but please don’t reach out to them as you wish. And then the hairs start to fly off?”

    “What… !?”

    A strong energy began to radiate from the body of the angry guy.

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