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“Waah!”
Geuru, who had been organizing reviews while eating milk bingsu with Uju and Nayeon, stroked her chin.
As expected, form is important too if adults are going to use them.
Things that were equipped and used directly, rather than drones and the like, would certainly be uncomfortable for adults.
Since she had been modifying ready-made toys to use until now.
The carrot knife with a debuff in particular—if she made it in a form comfortable for adults and distributed it by team, it would be great.
If she had been using toys meant for ages two to four until now—
‘From now on, for ages five and up!’
To think she could now use toys for ages five and up.
‘Geuru, you’ve become a kidult…….’
Thinking that she had really grown a lot, Geuru rubbed her nose.
“The grade is S, huh…….”
Items could reach S-grade, but no matter how much she made Skill Enhancement Syrup, it was hard to surpass C-grade.
“Hm…….”
Thanks to the Creato Reactor, energy efficiency had risen greatly, so she could easily hit high grades now, but it was still lacking to be called special.
An S-grade was something first-rate artisans could make, after all…….
Of course, since options and functions differed, grade wasn’t necessarily everything, but—
‘Geuru wants to make an S+ series too!’
If she didn’t make at least that much, her unnis and oppas wouldn’t want Geuru’s items.
‘As expected, the answer is endless training, huh.’
As Geuru continued her worries with arms crossed, Uju and Nayeon tilted their heads.
“Do it after eating your bingsu, Geuru.”
Nayeon pulled the bowl forward for her.
“Pii—”
Then Mephisto opened his mouth wide and begged to be fed.
Geuru scooped up a big spoonful and fed Mephisto atop her head. Mephisto stuffed his cheeks full of bingsu, squeezed his eyes shut, and shivered.
Just as laughter burst out at the table—
someone approached their table.
A woman who had been wearing a bucket hat pulled low lifted her mask and smiled.
“I’m not late, am I?”
“We just got here too.”
At Nayeon’s answer, Iromi sat in the empty seat and laughed.
“With two babies huddled together, it’s so cute.”
“Right?”
When Nayeon asked back, Geuru giggled, but Uju seemed displeased at being called a ‘baby’ and made a face.
“By the way, Best Nayeon, I heard your ranking went up. Why aren’t you bragging?”
“Ahaha, well. It’s not because of me; it’s all thanks to Geuru.”
“Huh? Geuru is that good at Hunter work?”
“Yes, she’s very good.”
It was Uju who answered instead of Nayeon.
“So that tiny kid goes into dungeons and fights with you?”
“No. She makes all sorts of things so I can fight well.”
“Wow…… So she’s like a genius engineer?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Something like that.”
“Oh my! That’s really amazing, baby!”
Iromi pressed Geuru’s cheeks with both hands and made a fuss.
“Uuu—”
As Geuru puckered her lips like a fish, Uju subtly pulled Iromi’s hands away.
“Noona, Geuru is uncomfortable.”
“……!”
Iromi gasped, alternating between Geuru and Uju, then smacked Nayeon repeatedly as Nayeon burst into laughter.
Realizing why she had reacted that way, Uju turned red.
“So cute.”
“So cutee.”
Iromi and Nayeon rested their chins on their hands and stared endlessly at Geuru and Uju.
Geuru was bewildered, but Mephisto atop her head widened his eyes and glared at Uju.
Under those gazes, Uju began to roll his head downward, then trembled his shoulders and spoke.
“I should get going now…….”
“Okay, okay. We won’t tease you anymore. We noonas were tactless.”
Iromi smacked Nayeon’s shoulder, and Nayeon nodded.
“Yeah, Uju. Stay and hang out longer.”
“Hang out longer.”
“…….”
When Geuru chimed in right after Nayeon to get him to stay, Uju clamped his mouth shut.
“Yeah…….”
Iromi chuckled softly and changed the subject.
“Come to think of it, that Hunter On Ijo? Wasn’t he a genius like Geuru? Didn’t he do something like production-class or whatever.”
On Ijo.
At the familiar name, Geuru perked up her ears.
“Mmhmm. He was.”
Nayeon answered with a slightly awkward smile.
At that, Iromi whispered quietly.
“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just that inside the guild, there’s an atmosphere of not talking about Hunter On Ijo. So it’s awkward.”
“Aah—well, I suppose that makes sense…….”
Since he had family, after all……. Iromi frowned sympathetically and nodded.
Ordinary people often mentioned him as a genius and hero born of Korea, so it hadn’t occurred to her that On Jurim was a bereaved family member.
“Ah, Best Nayeon. You know the president of our former agency. An Sanghyeon.”
Iromi skillfully changed the subject.
“President An? Why?”
“They say he can’t sleep these days. Says he’s possessed by a ghost. They say his eyes are bloodshot from looking for a powerful shaman.”
“A ghost?”
“I knew it would happen. If you live that wickedly, you get possessed by ghosts.”
Geuru watched Iromi cackle as if refreshed and pushed a big mouthful of milk bingsu into her mouth.
It was as she was slowly melting the sweet bingsu on her tongue and turning her gaze to the shop window.
She suddenly remembered On Suhyeong pointing at a banner of On Ijo and saying he was his uncle.
‘Uncle…….’
What kind of person was he?
As Nayeon had said, not bringing up stories about On Ijo was like an unwritten rule.
Geuru had also subconsciously avoided talking about her uncle. Because she knew it was a sensitive topic.
But now Geuru was On Geuru; she had become family now. Wouldn’t it be okay to want to know about her uncle?
Of course, she didn’t have the confidence to ask her grandfather or father directly.
‘Hoo…….’
Having lost her appetite, Geuru put down her spoon and rested her chin on her hand.
It was at that moment.
The spoon Geuru had just set down raised its head slightly.
Nayeon and Iromi were busy chatting, and Geuru was looking outside, so only Uju and Mephisto discovered it.
“……?”
“Ppi?”
What is this?
Not knowing why the spoon suddenly raised its body, the two opened their mouths.
As if mocking the surprised pair, the spoon fully raised itself upright.
“What?!”
“Ppiit—?!”
Uju, startled, half rose from his seat…….
“Why are you like that?”
When Geuru turned her gaze, the spoon had returned to normal.
“No, it’s nothing…….”
Uju shook his head.
“Hm?”
What? Uju erased his bewildered expression with effort and looked at Mephisto.
Mephisto also opened his triangle mouth into a diamond shape and met eyes with Uju.
“…….”
“…….”
They answered each other with silence instead.
It meant they hadn’t seen wrong.
Then what in the world was that?
“Ppi…….”
Mephisto wrinkled his brow and rubbed his chin with his wing.
It was clearly Geuru’s power that had raised the spoon just now.
But Geuru seemed to have no idea she had done it.
If so…… it might be a sign that she had grown too much in too short a time and couldn’t control her power.
Meanwhile, when Geuru looked outside again, Mephisto and Uju whipped their heads around and fixed their gazes on the spoon.
“…….”
“…….”
They were extremely tense, but the spoon didn’t rise again.
Only then did the two let out sighs of relief.
Chapter Production-Class
A peaceful afternoon.
Jurim, who had been about to take a nap in the guild master’s office, lifted her eye mask at the sound of people entering and doubted her own eyes at the sight.
The ones who made their presence known were none other than Kazuki and Geuru riding a wooden horse.
The two were walking proudly, wearing green chestnut-bur hats that looked like aliens and even sunglasses modeled after alien eyes.
“……?”
Jurim narrowed her eyes in puzzlement.
Had those aliens finally decided to return to their home planet?
[“Amakusa Kazuki and On Geuru hereby declare the formation of the non-violent production-class organization ‘Aliens,’ effective today.”]
Geuru, who had been riding the wooden horse with a solemn face, whispered small into Kazuki’s ear.
“Sseobu, they can’t understand. Japanese is hard.”
“Sorry, Geuru-chan. But Sseobu isn’t very good at Korean.”
“Uung, I get it.”
Were they the Dumb and Dumber of outer space?
Jurim contemplated crumpling up and throwing away Amakusa Kazuki’s document among the two papers placed in front of her.
He was an idiot who had gone so far as to submit a resume when she said they were recruiting new members.
Wouldn’t anyone agree if she failed him for insufficient intelligence?
[“We, the production-class, announce the necessity of cultivating body, mind, and EQ development in order to stand against the tyranny of ferocious combat-class Hunters, and request permission for a picnic planning event for this purpose.”]
After Kazuki declared solemnly, he tapped Geuru.
Then Geuru unrolled a poster she had brought rolled up.
Written there was the promotional phrase for a themed tourist course co-hosted by the Korea Tourism Organization and the Seoul Metropolitan City.
The Legend of the Tower, On Jurim Theme Tour
Jurim’s face crumpled at once.