Chapter 160 – Childhood Friend (4).

Petra does not betray.
There is no betrayal by Petra.
After making that assumption, I went back to the starting point and organized my thoughts.

‘The president of the International Hunter Association is the problem.’

In any group, the top is the problem.
Just as thread follows where the needle goes, corruption followed where there was power.

24 years of my life, from an adult’s point of view, you might think that my hair hasn’t even dried.
I have lived while touching the bottom side.
I was at an age where I knew everything.

Even in small units in the army and in provincial apartment complexes, there was such a thing as privilege.
Although it may seem trivial to some, it was not to them.
Someone had significant value.

Even within that narrow community, power is created and divided according to interests, so how great is the super-large group called the International Hunter Association?

Even the head of the Korean Hunter Association had quite a lot of power.
In Korea, it was a position comparable to that of a member of the National Assembly.

The president of the International Hunter Association is, of course, more powerful.
It can’t even be compared to the president of the Korean Hunter Association.

Marcus Eclipse wielded omnipotent power with the Superman Management Act on his back.
He pampered the international S-class hunters while making a ‘suggestion’ without being visible on the outside.

S-class hunters, including Huey Reagan, were just stepping stones.
The final target is Marcus Eclipse.
I had to catch him to stop the ‘Tower’ attack.

‘… Can I catch it?’

Even Lee Hae-wan, a Korean S-class hunter, managed to rub it somehow.
However, starting from the international S-class hunter, the story is different.

Even Han So-ra, who flies in Korea, was crushed like the youngest at the masquerade ball.
As a D-class hunter, I would die in less than 10 seconds against such giants.

He gave a reward to Petra and canceled the summons.
A time less than one second passed.
I put down my smartphone and looked at Han So-ra.

“Did the talk go well?”
“Yeah, nothing to worry about.”

Sora Han seemed to think that Petra had betrayed us.
She vomited out her anger, saying she hadn’t contacted me for two days while I was fainting.

‘… Is something strange?’

I felt a sense of difference in Han So-ra’s chattering appearance.
I wonder if this is correct.

‘Did I mention the relationship between the Masked Man and Petra?’

The mask is put on and taken off, and the relationship is reversed accordingly.

The masked man was not acquainted with Petra.
If so, she must have told Sora about the relationship, but her memory was vague now.

‘The three-way meeting was done with Park Seon-woo.’

Petra is acquainted with Park Seon-woo.
Even one cow knows that.
The relationship between the masked man and Petra was first met at a masquerade ball.

At least at Sora Han’s point of view, that’s the case.
Sora betrayed Petra. It’s okay for her to be disappointed….

‘No matter how you think about it, it’s strange.’

When I stared at Han So-ra, Han So-ra flinched and avoided my gaze.
He reacted strangely, as if he was hiding something.

“Why, why? What did you put on my face?”
“… No, it’s not like that.”

For a moment, I felt an eerie feeling.

‘Have you fainted for two days?’

Then, what will become of Park Seon-woo, who is supposed to be waiting at the hotel?
As the Masked Man passed out, Park Seon-woo also disappeared.
Contact was completely cut off.

‘Did it get fucked?’

Han So-ra might have noticed.
It means that Masked Man and Park Seon-woo are the same person.

I sneakily took a look at Han So-ra.

“… You said you were in bed for two days? So, Sora-san has been here all along? You want to take care of me?”

I couldn’t answer right away.
Sora hesitated for about two seconds before she spoke.

“… Yes Yes! It happened because of me. We have to wait until Mr. Mask wakes up.”

You mean you didn’t go back to the hotel?
So what about contact?
Didn’t you tell Park Seon-woo?
Couldn’t it be?

I picked up my smartphone again, which I had put down.
It was an awkward move myself, but I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to check right away.

The kkaetok was empty.
Han So-ra said she didn’t contact me and it makes sense that she vacated the hotel.

‘… Did I get caught?’

She swallowed.
My throat is dry and my chest is stuffy.

A kaleidoscope passed through my mind.
I barely survived Huey Reagan’s clutches, but now I have to survive Han So-ra’s clutches.

Eyes that have lost their way, lose their way and roll.
At that time, Han So-ra spoke to me.

“I…. Is that Mr. Mask?”
“Yes, tell me.”

She spoke confidently, but her limbs were shaking.
Her heart thumped thump thump thump more violently than usual, and I was worried that the sound might be heard outside.

“The things I said at the masquerade ballroom…. Do you remember… ?”
“… What did Sora say?”

What did Han So-ra say?
Review your memories.

‘Is this a quiz?’

A quiz that reduces your liking if you don’t get it right?
Even thinking about it, nothing came to mind.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”
“… You don’t remember? Where?”
“?”

As she looked at So-ra, who was slightly stunned, she felt a little puzzled.
She was a cow, and she didn’t want her to remember what she said, she wanted her not to.
I meant that she said something to me that she shouldn’t have.

‘What?’

I really don’t remember.
She heard nothing from the field.

With all her nerves focused on Huey Reagan, she didn’t seem to hear a conch.

“Just from the beginning…. She doesn’t remember anything from the time Huey Reagan lunged at her. I guess Huey Reagan gave me amnesia?”
“Ah!”

A conch suddenly turned bright red on her face.
At the point where she should be worried about adolescent dementia, Han So-ra was sincerely relieved.
Glad she didn’t hear it, she rubbed her chest.

“I was really worried. I knew Mr. Mask was wrong… !”

There was power in her voice.
She worried about me more turbulently than before.
Is it an illusion if it seems to be mixed with a slight joy?

‘… Don’t you know?’

I stared at Han So-ra.
She looked closely at the change in expression, to see if she had noticed my secret.

Masked man and Park Seon-woo are the same person.
I’ve come this far, how could I not know that?
Does it make sense?

Let’s face reality, not my wish.
I’m going to assume

‘What if Han So-ra knew my information?’

The TA progress reached 90.
It was a number that could be expected to be completely benevolent like Petra.

There were many clues.
Unlike Choi Da-eun, who cheated while writing ‘Avatar’, I passed it around to the extent that it was strange that Han So-ra didn’t know.
If you think about it, it was.

No matter how much you believe in ‘masks for cognitive impairment’ and ‘voice-modifying bow ties’….

‘Then, what’s the point?

Was the life you showed me back then a lie?
Did you put it off on purpose to intimidate me?

Questions follow tail after tail.
The final destination to arrive at.

‘… Why is Han So-ra looking after me?’

We are now almost certain.
Han So-ra knows that the masked man and Park Seon-woo are the same person.

If you come to that conclusion, what Han So-ra has done so far makes sense.
Attacking Park Seon-woo or provoking something like that, etc.
Except for one.

‘I was able to catch it right away, why the hell… ?’

Han So-ra is looking at me.
After realizing all the truth, I thought I knew what the smile I was seeing meant.

Han So-ra was relieved.
He sighed, saying that he was fortunate that his kura hadn’t been revealed.

‘You’re not crazy, Mr. Sora.’

It’s a relationship that started with rape.
A woman who learned of her sex by having her hymen forcibly eaten.
Even twisted, she twisted tightly.

In the first place, it made no sense for her to enjoy rape as a play.
Even if the teaching progress was slightly increased.
From there I should have noticed.

‘Pretend not to know, pretend not to know!’

There was no benefit to her pretending to know.
I’ll pretend I didn’t notice thoroughly and achieve 100 teaching progress.
When that time comes, I won’t be able to do anything stupid.

‘I miss Da-eun noona.’

Dealing with two crazy bitches is mentally exhausting.
Da-eun Choi, who cries tears and runny nose as she deceives, wants to heal her wounded heart by her side.

It was then.

Drooling-.

Someone opened the door to the room and entered.
It was a familiar face, Huey Reagan, who made me this way.

He strode over and spoke to me.

“Identification is impossible, so it is the order of the president of the association to register like this for now.”

Huey Reagan handed over the license.
It was a hunter license, a C-class license.
By Korean standards, it was granted a license equivalent to Class B.

‘What’s the plan?’

I learned the truth behind Marcus Eclipse’s sword.
Thanks to that, I couldn’t accept this license with a good heart.

I wouldn’t deny it, but I answered with a questioning look.

“I don’t speak English.”

I can’t speak English, so why do you keep yelling at me in English?

‘I’ll have to show you hell as soon as possible.’

I wanted to accept Huey Reagan as a disciple.