Chapter 911

EP.911 [Light Novel Side Story] Chronicles of the Deathdinas Volume 2 Side Story 02

<Incident 3> This Is Not A Honeymoon.

“Without shame, I must humbly ask… We need to find a new place to live.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

In the second-floor office now repurposed as a research workshop, Seon continued his one-handed research and readily accepted Raon’s request.

The trouble caused by Raon and Gaon was far worse than imagined, eventually leading to an unprecedented situation where the downstairs tenant reported the landlord to the police.

“I believe the instigator should be the one to move out.”

“Moving in with us is…”

Seon shivered involuntarily. Doing so would undoubtedly turn him into C/Y/A/N. Though he couldn’t explain why, he just had that feeling.

“This won’t work. What I want to say is?”

“It’s simple.”

Raon bowed deeply and pleaded.

“I humbly request permission to continue living here in this office.”

“Let’s go look at places tomorrow morning.”

Seon rejected Raon’s request. The workshop already had enough equipment for Seon to handle his daily needs.

“Why, why not?!”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you…”

While pouring mint chocolate milk into a glass by the windowsill, Seon replied.

“I’ll be staying here. And I can’t stay there anymore either.”

“……”

* * *

Next day.

“So, could you help find a nice place for one woman near this office?”

“Yes.”

Seon bowed his head and asked Yun Yuhwa who had once again dropped by the guild office.

Though Yuhwa wasn’t a licensed real estate agent, when she spoke, cars full of agents would block the roads.

“This area is expensive, you know?”

“I’m aware. I plan to pay market price. Specifically…”

Seon explained his plan to Yuhwa.

Guild House.

Typically located in metropolitan areas, these were buildings entirely operated by guilds, similar to serviced apartments.

“It doesn’t have to be a guild house specifically, but I’d like to establish something like a dormitory for future guild members.”

“So Yunsa will be the first resident?”

“Not quite yet. My current title is <Foam>.”

Raon calmly recited his title. The transition from the cloud-riding Yunsa to Foam that might burst at any moment. Thanks to his exploits in Seoul, Raon’s profile was updated, earning him the title of <Foam>.

“I’ll call you Yunsa. Hey, Hahyunjun, any listings available?”

“None currently. All previous listings were sold just before the Seoul restoration operation…”

Hahyunjun nervously explained the situation from behind Yuhwa. Confident outside, but typical salaryman demeanor in front of his boss.

“Tch, useless as always.”

“…Apologies.”

“At this rate, you’re not listening to me, are you?!”

“No, sir!”

Hahyunjun glanced at Seon, who reluctantly nodded with a “can’t help it” expression. With a sigh of relief after ten years of endurance, Hahyunjun quickly exited the office.

“You really treat people like your own.”

“They are my people. If we’re being precise, more like dispatched employees? And it’s not bad for your team either, right?”

“That’s true. New house hunting.”

“Hmm…”

Yuhwa stretched out her fingers and asked.

“Do you have around 1 billion won to spend?”

“That amount, I can spend immediately…”

Seon had 67, no 66 billion won left. Yuhwa smirked and grinned widely.

“In that case, you two go check out beds while I’ll find a place within 1 billion won for you.”

* * *

“Feels like deja vu.”

“Must be mistaken. Rather, Seon, please try lying down.”

Raon lay on the queen-sized mattress and patted the spot beside him. Watching Raon’s childlike antics, Seon smiled warmly.

“Don’t jump on the bed.”

“…? What do you mean?”

“……Like this.”

Seon pressed down on the mattress with his left hand. The mattress sank, and Raon’s body bounced off the spring.

“!?!”

“……!?”

“……Misheard!”

Raon’s face turned red as he pulled his body back. Seon, watching Raon shrink under him on the bed, swallowed hard.

“…….”

Pong, pongpong.

Each time Seon pressed the mattress, the spring violently moved, lifting Raon. Clenching his teeth, Raon felt his body rise and fall slightly.

“……Are you enjoying yourself?”

“No, I have a little kid at home, so I thought we should do this much.”

“A kid?”

“Kim Nori.”

Raon nodded. If it were Nori, she’d probably jump onto the bed full strength and start bouncing around.

‘No need to see the video.’

It’s a given that she’d jump onto the bed and start bouncing around; the only question is whether she’d jump forward or backward first. While Seon imagined Nori creating chaos on the bed with his eyes closed, someone tugged at his coat.

“Si, Seon.”

Raon stammered. Leaning toward Seon, Raon left exactly enough space for Seon to lie down.

“C, can we test if two people can fit on the bed?”

“Why not just buy two?”

“…Isn’t there a possibility we might have to share a bed?”

Raon knelt politely on the bed. Like a martial arts master preparing for meditation, Raon seriously justified his opinion.

“If the number of guild members increases and there aren’t enough beds, we might have to temporarily share. I think this size would accommodate smaller-built individuals comfortably. Don’t you think we should conduct an experiment with you, Seon?”

“……Is that so?”

Though Seon tilted his head in confusion, Raon grabbed his left arm.

“Eh?!”

Plop. Seon landed on his buttocks at the edge of the bed. More accurately, following Raon’s guidance, his body flipped over and ended up ‘lying down.’ Raon smiled faintly, pulled back, and lay down on the bed.

“Now, the experiment. Please lie down.”

“……Hmm.”

Seon sat awkwardly next to Raon, who was lying straight. When he leaned back, they’d both be lying side-by-side looking at the ceiling, which made Seon feel somewhat embarrassed.

“……I’ll lie down.”

Swallowing hard, Seon laid his back against the bed. Just turning his eyes sideways would reveal Raon’s face, and looking further down…

“Hmm, hmm.”

Raon breathed as if sleeping. His lungs filled and emptied repeatedly, and Seon turned his head away.

“…….”

Just a moment, right? Seon turned his head back to gaze at the ceiling. To his right, below, two white round buoys gently bobbed up and down like on calm seas.

‘Huge.’

Seon pulled his right leg up, bending his knee. At that moment, Raon turned toward Seon.

Splash.

“?!?!”

“Indeed. Lying on our sides seems to pose no significant problem.”

The buoy capsized. Pulled by gravity, another cushion piled up on the mattress. Supporting himself with his left arm, Raon extended his right hand toward Seon, brushing the collar of Seon’s folded shirt. Naturally, the cushion caught between the two arms subtly gathered and protruded. And from that cushion emerged…

‘Wait a moment.’

Seon felt a sinking sensation in his chest. Thinking about it, did Raon even have multiple outfits? Seon tried to recall.

‘He always wears jeans and a knit sweater…’

“Excuse me! Customers, you shouldn’t be lying there!”

A nearby female employee hurried over to stop Seon and Raon. They quickly got up. The female employee pointed to the king-sized bed on the opposite side.

“The test bed for newlyweds is over there!”

“…….”

“Puffy enough.”

“Yeah. Extremely.”

* * *

<Incident 4> Cream Pie Served Lavishly ^^

“I owe you one.”

“Not at all. It’s my duty to step in for our team member.”

Yuna carefully placed the beautifully arranged cream pie into the glass cabinet. Huan was sweating profusely but meticulously brewing coffee.

“There are fewer customers.”

“True. But it’s become that much harder.”

Wiping the sweat from his temples with a handkerchief, Huan sighed. There weren’t many customers in the shop, but each one made him nervous. Yuna observed the various figures scattered across the cafe tables.

“<Illusion>, <Pioneer>, and even <Kimchi Massacre>. I never expected to see A-rank heroes here, usually seen only at the academy.”

“Can’t help but worry.”

The cafe where the notorious Kimnuri incident occurred. As the issue connected with the Kimnuri scandal, ordinary folks quietly avoided the place, but some still dared to enter.

– How delicious could the coffee be to make that lunatic dance with knives?

Given Yun Yuhwa’s nickname “Coffee-Crazed X,” shortened to “Coffeemaniac Lady,” renowned coffee enthusiasts began gathering at Huan’s cafe. With newfound leisure, Huan poured his heart into brewing coffee, and ultimately, his cafe became a high-end establishment catering to picky palates.

Of course, some came as a kind of “challenge.”

“Hello everyone on WindhorseTV! Today, we’re at the famous ‘Farmer Huan’!”

“Padre Juan, actually.”

Huan ground coffee beans with a stern face. The sound of the beans crunching made Yuna gulp. Should I go give him a warning? But the opponent was someone she had a bad history with.

“Hey.”

A man sipping espresso in the far corner approached Windhorse (Kim Gyumin).

“I’m having a conversation with viewers…”

“Orders from Miss.”

The man, Hahyunjun, already wearing Padre Juan’s uniform, pointed to the door.

“Out.”

“You, you! Just because you’re C-rank?!”

Windhorse jumped up from his seat. All eyes in the cafe turned to him.

“Rank discrimination now, huh?”

“Barely made it to A-rank.”

“…Quiet.”

“What, what?! I paid for my coffee! I wasn’t making that much noise!”

Windhorse shouted angrily. Just as Huan closed his eyes and was about to stand up, Yuna waddled over and stood in front of Windhorse.

“Excuse me.”

“Huh? Aren’t you that E-rank-”

“Soon, ‘that person’ will be visiting according to schedule.”

Yuna pointed to a table with a sign reading “YU☆HA” and gave a troubled smile.

“Sorry for the inconvenience… Could you kindly move to another seat since this is reserved?”

“…….”

Windhorse disappeared like the wind.

“…Takeout.”

He returned briefly, looking pitiful as he collected his coffee and left the cafe. Feeling apologetic, Huan wrapped a cream pie as a gift, and Windhorse happily soared high into the sky.

“What a peculiar person.”

“Indeed. Anyway, Yuna-san, what’s this about reservations? I didn’t hear anything.”

The heroes in the cafe held their breath. Did a brown-haired regular staff dare to trick Yun Yuhwa and scam her? Not only Windhorse, but Yuhwa herself could be a formidable adversary.

“Hehe, don’t worry.”

Yuna tapped her magical gear and smiled.

“I can bring them here in ten minutes.”

Nine minutes later.

“Is it true there’s a new recipe?”

“See?”

Yuna shrugged and placed the cream pie on the table, piled high generously.

“This is his new recipe…! Master, please prepare your usual drink.”

“Hohoho.”

Trembling, Huan brewed the coffee, unable to reveal the truth.