“Woooh!”
Geuru’s face, which had been ashen just moments ago, brightened. An innocent child quickly revealed what he liked and disliked through his expressions.
Jurim unknowingly let out a short laugh and lightly pinched Geuru’s cheek. The plump, soft flesh stretched like chewy rice cake.
“No more illegal transactions, got it?”
“Nyuuehng!”
Geuru, in high spirits, answered with his cheek stretched out in a muffled voice.
‘Hunter! Registration!’
What a long-awaited sound it was! Brilliant light flashed in his head alongside the voice of an Olympic commentator.
Player Han Geuru! Now being reborn as a true hunter! Mom and Dad would be so proud!
I relay this joy to our guild leader.
Having greeted the audience in his mind, Geuru looked at Jurim with sparkling eyes to express his gratitude.
“Of course, Guild Leader. Geuru will give you lots of fees.”
Jurim, who was turning the steering wheel again, narrowed his eyes.
“Second, no accepting bribes.”
Jurim pinched Geuru’s cheek firmly with his long fingers.
“Nyuuehng…!”
Hmph. Geuru rubbed his stinging cheek with teary eyes. Does the guild leader hate money?
Geuru remembered playing Sprout Bank at kindergarten.
His friend, who had taken on the role of the Sprout Bank headquarters director and mastermind, said this when Geuru refused the role of the bank robber:
“Han Geuru, can you really refuse this money too?”
“T-this is!”
The friend showed Geuru a huge wad of Sprout Bank bills.
“I’ll give you money that can’t be refused!”
That day, Geuru learned a life lesson. If the other party is negative toward the proposal, you just have to give them an even larger amount of money that they can’t refuse.
‘Alright! Let’s do our best!’
He would definitely do his best to convey an expression of gratitude to the guild leader that couldn’t be refused.
*
“It’s huge!”
Following Jurim into the high-rise apartment, Geuru’s mouth fell open at the luxurious interior he’d only seen in dramas.
‘The TV is bigger than Geuru!’
The orphanage hadn’t been in very good shape, so having grown accustomed to its old furniture, everything here was a continuous stream of surprises.
Then he discovered something familiar in one corner of the living room.
“Ah! My bike!”
It was definitely Geuru’s bicycle. It seemed Jurim had found the bicycle along with the doll that day.
To think they would have such a touching reunion here.
‘I thought I’d never find it.’
Geuru repeatedly stroked the old bicycle.
Tickle, tickle. The earthworms in his chest were growing vigorously.
He had to express this gratitude. And in the highest class possible.
Geuru stood before Jurim, who was pouring bottled water in front of the refrigerator.
Our guild leader who had a tremendous effect on the growth of my earthworms, may you be blessed.
Geuru knelt down and bowed until his forehead touched the floor. Then, trying to jump into a grand bow (a prostration performed while doing a handstand), he was grabbed by the back of his neck and lifted up as water sprayed.
Jurim spoke in a low voice, as if holding something back.
“What are you doing right now?”
“A grand bow….”
“Grand bows are forbidden. Jumping on your hind legs while prostrate is forbidden.”
“But that’s what it is.”
“All forbidden.”
Hmph. Geuru pushed his lips out in a pout.
“There are too many forbiddens. Nothing is allowed.”
“That’s why I’m telling you to act with common sense. And you need to eat more. Why are you so light?”
Jurim tucked Geuru under his arm and personally showed him each room one by one.
Five large rooms, three bathrooms. Geuru’s room was the end room with an attached bathroom.
There were three precautions for now.
First, say whatever you need anytime.
Second, don’t do anything dangerous.
Third, don’t open the door carelessly for anyone.
Having said this, Jurim stood the limp Geuru on the floor.
“Understood?”
“Neheng!”
Geuru shot his hand up and recited the three rules. Only then did Jurim tilt his head to the side in satisfaction.
“Good, go on.”
‘Uhihihi!’
Geuru trotted around looking here and there before going into the bathroom.
‘Since I went outside, I should wash my hands.’
Geuru called for Jurim in front of the sink.
“Guild Leader!”
“What?”
“When you go out and come back, you have to wash your hands.”
“Ah.”
Geuru stood on his tiptoes and pointed at the sink. He was still too small for his hands to reach the faucet.
Jurim brought a stool from the living room and placed Geuru on top of it.
Geuru washed his hands while humming a song he’d learned at kindergarten.
“Scrub scrub~ Scrub scrub~ Between my fingers~”
Then he pulled Jurim’s hand under the water too.
‘It’s so big.’
Jurim’s hand was bigger and longer than the orphanage director’s.
‘What about the other hand…….’
Noticing the gaze directed at his glove, Jurim said:
“Wash only my right hand for me.”
“Neheng.”
Is there some secret on the guild leader’s left hand?
‘I hope he tells Geuru someday too.’
Once he lathered and scrubbed the large hand clean, Jurim took lotion from the cabinet and applied it to Geuru’s hands.
So moist!
‘Feels nice!’
Geuru sniffed the scent of the lotion and went outside.
Jurim contacted his secretary to ask them to buy the necessary items for a kindergartener, then said to Geuru:
“Han Geuru, rest well today. We’ll go register you as a hunter tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
Geuru tilted his head.
“Since there are people who know you’ve awakened, there’s no need to delay.”
It would be best to take care of it appropriately before any strange rumors started spreading for no reason. Jurim opened his phone and checked his schedule.
Chapter 2 Hunter License
The next day.
Geuru, having opened his eyes wide in bed, couldn’t overcome the coziness and wriggled back under the covers.
Soft and fluffy. So comfortable.
But his wriggling under the covers was brief; Geuru shot up.
‘Gotta brush!’
Brushing his teeth immediately upon waking was the start of his daily routine.
The t-shirt Jurim had hurriedly bought from the shops in the apartment complex last night slipped down past Geuru’s shoulders. Geuru let out a big yawn and left the room.
Tap, tap, tap. In the living room, only the small sound of bare feet stepping on the marble floor could be heard.
‘So quiet.’
Perhaps because the house was big, it was even more silent. The quiet house was unfamiliar, so Geuru walked carefully on his tiptoes. The orphanage had always been noisy.
Dim light poured in from a large floor-to-ceiling window two stories high.
The water’s surface rippled beautifully over the calm Han River.
As he stared blankly at it, a popup appeared.
[Quest: A Lazy Morning Is Forbidden! Starting light activities immediately after waking up helps build good habits.
Let’s help the lazy caregiver begin the morning routine!]
[Reward: Filial Piety Points 100]
Morning activities…….
‘Ah, gotta brush!’
Geuru trotted over and opened Jurim’s door.
‘There’s nothing here.’
Inside the room were only a large window covered by blinds and a bed sitting alone.
Geuru crept closer to Jurim, who was sleeping face down with only his head turned.
“Guild Leader.”
“…….”
Should I call him once more?
Just then, his eyelashes fluttered, and soon his long eyes opened.
“Huh?”
Geuru stared at his pupils. He thought he saw a golden hue nestled in the irises.
Blinking blankly, he heard a low, subdued voice.
“……Did you wake me?”
Geuru whispered into Jurim’s ear.
“Yes.”
With a bewildered look, he rubbed his eyes and asked.
“How?”
“Like this. By saying, ‘Guild Leader.’”
When Geuru whispered into his ear again, a laugh escaped from Jurim.
“Why are you whispering?”
“’Cause.”
Because it was so quiet, he felt like he had to.
With a short laugh, Jurim sat up on the edge of the bed, and Geuru took his hand.
“Guild Leader, help Geuru brush his teeth.”
“……Yeah.”
With a face still clouded by sleepiness, he tottered after Geuru.