Chapter 499 – Exchange Meeting (8)
There is the real thing and there is a fake that is an amazing imitation of the real thing.
The two are so similar that it’s hard to tell which one is real just by looking at them.
So who is the person who can best see through the true nature of these two?
“… It’s real.”
The correct answer is fake.
Because the fake was created after a frantic search for the real thing.
Because it was created after deep investigation, we know it well.
He is a fake who only looks good on the outside.
Also, the fact that it is the one and only real that cannot be surpassed no matter how much the other person imitates.
That’s why Kim Do-jin knows better than anyone else.
Francis Meyer is one of the few real things in this world.
The fact is that he is a hero without even a single trace of doubt.
“The real Francis Meyer is in front of me… !”
Francis Meyer was a great model.
A role model who tells people what to do to look like a hero.
In other words, he is the person who contributed most to making Son Si-woo the national hunter he is today.
Maybe that’s why some media outlets called him Korea’s Francis Maier.
‘That’s a hilarious thing to say.’
The first thing Kim Do-jin felt as he learned his behavior using his presence as a role model was none other than ‘resignation’ and ‘giving up.’
I was convinced as soon as I saw it.
‘Ah, even if I die and wake up, I can’t be like that person.’
Even if you change your entire life, it is impossible to become like that.
Did you say that jealousy and envy have to be at the right level to manifest themselves?
It was indeed so.
Kim Do-jin did not even feel jealous of him or feel jealous.
‘How can that happen?’
I just admired and admired him and admired him.
So in a way, it was natural.
Kim Do-jin develops a fan feeling for Francis Meyer that only young girls would have.
Also, my heart was divided into joy and shock, and they were mixed together.
‘Francis Meyer was a member of the Guardians…’
It wasn’t that strange.
There is no hero better suited to this organization, both in terms of skill and personality.
However, he just didn’t expect it.
The fact that Francis Meyer may be a member of the Guardians.
Even the fact that if that happens, he becomes my enemy.
Surrounded by people, I watch the brightly shining person from afar and get lost in thought.
“… The difficulty level suddenly increases.”
The difficulty level, which was already in hard mode, has now increased to inferno difficulty.
At this point, you tend to think about running away rather than making an active attack.
It was around the time that I was thinking about drastically revising the existing plan.
“Angela!”
He came.
As I made my way through the crowd of people, I happily called out the name of Angela, the woman standing next to me.
“This guy, it’s been a really long time!”
He approached with a brisk pace, ruffled Angela’s hair and gave her a warm greeting.
The corners of her mouth stretched slightly, as if she didn’t like that behavior either.
“Oh really! “I’m not a kid anymore, mister!”
Complaints that are close to anger.
Angela tried to escape by twisting her head, but she failed again and again.
“This guy, this guy! “He rebels just because he’s a little older!”
“Ahh, ah!”
Because wherever she twisted her head, Francis’ hand was waiting.
“…”
Kim Do-jin was shocked when he saw this.
Because her uncle could easily see an immeasurable, faraway state from the simple gesture of tormenting his cute nephew.
This gave me a completely different shock than when I only encountered him through video.
‘This is Francis Meyer…’
You cannot become a hero simply by caring for others.
At least that’s the case in this world.
This is only possible if you have the ability to put it into practice along with a keen sense of altruism.
So Francis Meyer was a hero.
It was when I realized it again and was watching his hands with a mesmerized face.
“Oh… ?”
A small exclamation was heard.
The owner of the voice is none other than Francis Meyer.
I felt it.
The eyes of others staring at my hands and my state naturally melted within them.
He was curious about him and asked Angela, who was in the middle of an argument.
“Angela, who is this friend?”
“Whoa…, I’m new this time. The name is Kim Do-jin. “Have you never heard of it?”
Angela introduces him while straightening her tangled hair.
Francis was lost in thought for a moment.
“Uhm, Kim Do-jin. It’s Kim Do-jin…”
Soon a faint smile appeared on his lips.
“Haha, sorry.”
“Ugh…, Mr. Mr. Too. Dojin, you understand. “This guy lives in isolation from the Internet.”
Kim Do-jin shook his head at Angela’s excuse, which was not an excuse, as she was worried that he might be offended.
Are you feeling bad?
It wasn’t like that at all.
Because I already knew.
The fact that Francis Meyer is a person who has no interest in things like rumors that are being spread around the world.
Kim Do-jin extended a slightly trembling hand in front of him and greeted him.
“This is Kim Do-jin, a new member of the Guardians. It is an honor to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, friend. It must have been a difficult decision, but thank you so much.”
“No, not much to say.”
A brief handshake.
Francis understood Kim Do-jin’s skills at that moment.
“Her… “Where did this monster-like friend suddenly appear?”
“Eck.”
Angela’s eyes widened as if torn at his praise.
She knows.
The true nature of Francis Meyer, who is called a warm hero by everyone.
‘A man who is incapable of empty words…, You give me that kind of praise?’
He is the type of person who cannot say empty words.
It’s almost as if I’m suffering from a disease that will kill me if I express it indirectly or even show it off.
He described Kim Do-jin as a monster.
In other words, Kim Do-jin is a talent worthy of being recognized by the strict Francis Maier.
I was quite surprised, but that feeling didn’t last long.
“Flaw…, Huh.”
Suddenly, laughter leaked out.
‘A child like that…, You’re my first opponent?’
Thinking about that time, she felt her body getting hot again and made a promise while secretly rubbing her crotch while the two were greeting each other.
‘I’ll have to drop it again soon…’ ♥’
I won’t lose this time.
* * *
It feels like a dream.
Not only did I exchange greetings with Francis Meyer, but I also received recognition from him.
They look at me and say I’m a monster.
A man who is no different from a real monster.
To me… !
For a moment, I was happy with the overwhelming emotions that came flooding back.
“Hmm…, But it’s a bit strange?”
Francis caresses his pointed chin with his other hand and expresses a questioning emotion.
He asked me.
“Are you good at using a sword?”
“Uh, um.”
I thought for a moment and then answered.
“I use it in my own way.”
“Hoo…”
The opponent is the best in the world.
But that is that, and this is this.
Even if he is the best, my swordsmanship is not at a level where he can be looked down on.
When I spoke with pride, he nodded in agreement.
“That’s right. “I think you can use a sword quite well.”
“Uh… “Thank you.”
Is it true that the best are different?
I never thought I could figure it out without even seeing him holding the sword.
“Everyone has something called momentum. However, the feeling is quite different depending on what you mainly use, but those who use swords are very sharp. “Like you now.”
“…”
His words had quite a big impact on me.
He, who judges his opponent based on his strength, accepted me as a swordsman.
That means my magic is still not good enough for swordsmanship.
“It’s clear that he is a skilled swordsman…”
His gaze goes down slightly.
“I don’t know why my hands are so clean.”
“… !”
No one would have thought of it.
It hit a blind spot that even I had overlooked.
Not only swords, but most people in the world who had a job using tools had similar hands.
Calluses are stuck in various places, making it rough and hard.
So, when she was young, Seoyeon really liked my hands.
He was rough and warm, so he would rub his cheeks and say that it felt good.
But how are my hands now?
“It’s strange. With that kind of momentum, even a genius would have been able to hold a sword consistently for at least 10 years.”
It’s white and soft enough to make him feel suspicious.
There are calluses, but compared to how my hands used to be, they are almost non-existent.
This is not the hands of a prosecutor.
However, I am a skilled prosecutor who can answer with pride even in front of Francis Meyer.
It was getting frustrating to breathe due to the contradiction.
“Mister. “Don’t say such old-fashioned things.”
Angela came forward and scolded him.
“No, what am I doing?!”
Then Francis expresses his resentment.
Angela continues.
“Nowadays, medicine has developed so much that with just a little care, calluses disappear without a trace, right?”
“I see, that’s right.”
I was surprised too.
… These days, they even get rid of calluses like that?
“I see it too.”
Angela spreads her hands towards him in confusion.
“I started receiving treatment a few days ago, and almost all of my calluses are already gone.”
I can see the pale palms.
It was definitely a palm that felt rough when held against it during sex.
Oh, wait a minute.
“Hoo…, Indeed. “My hands are spotless.”
“That’s right.”
A mischievous smile appears on Francis’ lips.
It looks like he had similar thoughts to me.
“But why are you taking care of your hands all of a sudden?”
“… !”
“If…, Is there someone you like? Huh?”
His mischievous gaze moves quickly between me and Angela.
“For some reason, I said the distance was getting closer. Is that what it was? Huh?”
“Oh, ah, no?!”
“No.”
“Oh really… !”
Angela jumping around like a live fish taking bait.
I think I understand why that person enjoyed teasing Angela like that.
The response is definitely good, huh.
“Whew…, Your ears are falling off, you guy. Let’s pretend it’s not like you said.”
Francis took a step back to silence Angela who was talking loudly.
His eyes turn to me.
“Hey, monster friend.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Are you planning on becoming my disciple?”
“… !”
His shocking remarks came out of nowhere and the once noisy hall became completely silent.
