Changed Body 392

Chapter 392 – Suspicious Demon (5)

The morning of the secret meeting.

When I wake up early in the morning and leave my room, I see a saint sitting in front of the large living room table.

Warm tea with the fragrant scent of flowers and a book written entirely in English.

She was reading a book in the bluish colors of dawn as dawn slowly began to dawn.

Sarak

I take a sip of tea every time I turn a page written in small English.

“…”

I’m curious.

What kind of face might be hidden behind the veil that blocks all vision?

No one knows her age.

People can only assume that her voice sounded quite young when she was crowned a saint 10 years ago.

Perhaps only she and the Pope know her real age.

Oh, one more person.

Her exclusive maid, who is by her side and assists her without any trouble even in the early morning, might know.

“You woke up early?”

Her voice heard while she was lost in strange thoughts.

“… “I think that’s actually what I want to ask.”

I am an escort who wakes up later than my employer.

Isn’t the situation really funny?

It’s not my fault.

She told me she wakes up at 7 am, and I wake up accordingly.

“I woke up earlier than expected.”
“Is that so.”

Hmm.

The saint may be older than you think.

That’s why they say that the older you get, the less sleep you get in the morning…

“Don’t misunderstand that I didn’t wake up early because I got older.”
“…”

What.

Did you at least read my mind?

“I would like to add one more thing: I didn’t read minds. “Maybe it’s because my age isn’t known, but sometimes people think that way, so I’m just saying this for your reference.”
“That… “I see.”

Something is very suspicious… Since he said it wasn’t him, I had no choice but to believe him.

Go straight into the shower room, take a shower, and return to the room.

Then, I take out the suit I brought and put it on.

Perfect fit.

At the same time, it provides complete comfort without restricting any body movements.

In addition, its defense power is as good as that of any plate armor, so it is truly the icing on the cake.

“Of course, luxury goods are luxury goods.”

Suddenly I get curious.

The A Tier suit alone gives me this level of satisfaction, but what does the S Tier feel like?

“The production conditions are difficult, but they don’t seem to be insurmountable… “Would you like to give it a try?”

There are two conditions for producing S Tier suits.

I need to be an S-class hunter that matches the tier of the suit, and I need to find materials that pique my interest.

These are very difficult conditions, but they are not impossible.

I think I could even do pull-ups for S class if I put in a little more effort.

“The ingredients… , Hmm.”

There is also one thing I looked for, but it is not an easy place to attack hastily.

Well, let’s think about this later.

When it comes to escorting, no matter what happens, there is nothing strange about it.

Moreover, it is the escort of a world-famous saint.

I hope nothing happens, but if it does, we will have to stand in the way of an enemy or a powerful force on a scale that is difficult to imagine.

Assuming the worst possible situation, he asks a saint to carry a sword that he had taken with him and places it around her waist.

My face in the mirror is not Kim Do-jin, but William Turner.

With a face like this, no one would say anything even if you were to swing your sword to your heart’s content.

What if someone recognizes Son Si-woo’s swordsmanship and asks about it?

That’s also not something I need to worry about.

When that time comes, I will return to my original face.

After completing all preparations, I grab the doorknob leading to the living room.

It’s time to start work.

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One o’clock in the afternoon.

After getting ready to leave, I head to the luncheon hall on the top floor of the hotel with the saint.

They say they plan to have lunch with those participating in the talks here and then go straight to the meeting.

There are people surrounding them who just look like they need some strength.

Most of them are Class A hunters, and even the weakest are at the highest level of Class B.

“At this level, I wouldn’t be able to recover even a single bone.”

I feel relieved.

If you add to the people gathered here the secret escort of the saint placed throughout the hotel…

“… “Maybe there’s nothing for me to do?”

Even if something were to happen, would it be enough to take the saint and evacuate to a safe place?

Of course, I have no intention of letting down my guard because of that.

Are you just relieved that you won’t have to be left alone when something happens?

A large door appears as you pass through the three or four layers of people.

As you enter there, the meeting place for today appears.

“Hmm.”

A space of about 100 pyeong.

A huge table in the middle.

Although one wall has a window, there is no need to worry about intrusion from the outside.

There is not only defensive magic, but also illusion magic, so from the outside it will look like a wall, not a window.

Even if you know that this is a window, there doesn’t seem to be any point to shoot at.

“Haha! “Welcome, saint.”

A middle-aged man who arrived first and was sitting at her table gets up from his seat to greet her.

The saintess slightly bows her head towards him waddling along.

“It’s been a while since I saw you, Minister of National Defense. “This is the first time we met at a banquet held in Japan four years ago, right?”
“Exactly. “It was a shame to just say hello back then, but it’s only today that I’m relieved of that regret, haha!”

Defense Minister Chen Lao.

A high-ranking civil servant literally responsible for China’s national defense.

There is no way such a person would have come simply to have lunch with the saint…

It would be correct to believe that China is involved in some way in the talks that will begin shortly.

“Okay, let’s sit down for now.”

A saint who sits across from Chen Lao.

As she stands against the wall behind her seat, she gradually expands her senses.

He slowly pulls the strings of her tension so that he can save her no matter what happens to her.

Until it becomes reasonably taut.

“Is the Pope in recovery?”
“Thanks for your concern.”
“Oh, that’s a good thing.”

The two people are chatting and asking about each other and the people around them as a greeting.

Rattle

The closed door opens and another person appears.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray suit with combed gray hair.

“This… , Long time no see.”

The person who came in and greeted me with a friendly smile was someone I knew quite well.

“It’s been a while, Minister.”
“It’s been a while since I saw you, Minister.”
“Haha, yeah.”

Cheoljun Moon.

Head of the Korea Hunter Association.

This is a person you occasionally encounter while carrying out major missions or at banquets.

The fact that that guy showed up here means that the story they were talking about was related to hunters.

By the time they were continuing their conversation about personal matters as before.

The last person appeared.

“Hello.”

A man in his mid to late 30s enters the room while giving a polite greeting.

This was also a person I knew.

“This is Masayoshi Tanaka, who is newly in charge of the Japan Hunter Association.”

Masayoshi Tanaka.

He was a Japanese S-class hunter who commanded the archipelago with a single Japanese sword, and was the new president of the Japan Hunter Association.

As soon as I saw him, I had a hunch that his appearance had thick lines reminiscent of the word warrior.

I thought something unusual would be discussed.

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Four people sitting together at a spacious table.

With the arrival of Masayoshi Tanaka, the slow talk ended and the luncheon finally began.

Food prepared by China’s most famous chefs is pouring out.

China’s Defense Minister is ravenous.

The president of the Korean association is cautious.

The Japanese association president spoke slowly.

Lastly, the saint was very calm.

Time passes as each person savors the meal in their own way.

“Ruler… “Now, let’s talk about it.”

The atmosphere changes with a word from the Minister of National Defense, who was rinsing his mouth with tea after finishing his meal.

As he winked, the people inside the conference room started walking outside one by one.

Kim Do-jin was worried about this.

‘… Should I go out too?’

The only people standing next to each character are one or two people who appear to be their closest associates.

Kim Do-jin thought for a moment and decided to stay.

If he had to go out, he would have given advice to either the saint or her personal maid.

After everyone left and the door was closed again, the Minister of National Defense spoke.

“I have already said this once when requesting a meeting, but I will say it again.”

Korea, China, Japan.

And the person who hosted the secret meeting, including the saint, was none other than China’s Defense Minister Chen Lao.

That’s why Kim Do-jin became even more curious.

‘That arrogant China has requested a meeting…’

They were famous for their arrogance even before the launch of the Hunter Society.

These are people who firmly believe that the world revolves around them, so how scary is it?

These are the people who make a fuss about banning exports and imports whenever Korea offends them even slightly.

If such people were to take such a low-key stance and even request secret talks with Korea and Japan, who consider them below them, the matter would certainly not be light.

Why did he call them together?

“Recently, criminals hiding in China have begun to gather under one group. No, not exactly…”

His eyes, trembling quietly as he was consumed by anxiety and fear, appealed to others.

“I think it would be more accurate to say that we are being subjugated by one group.”

A truly surprising statement immediately stunned them.