Changed Body 501

Chapter 501 – Exchange Meeting (10)

It is only natural that the match between the two ended with Francis’ victory.

“Ugh… !”

Angela collapses after a fierce battle reminiscent of a real battle.

Francis, who defeated her, raises his eyebrows and declares his victory.

Haha! With this, we have achieved 792 wins in 792 matches!”

“…”

I realized this while listening to the ridiculous record.

The reason why Angela was able to become so strong.

Since I have fought nearly 800 battles against Francis, who has always been the best from the past to the present, my skills are bound to improve.

Two people who were quarantined in another space return to the banquet hall.

“Damn it!”

Haha! “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Angela.”

He points under his chin with his thumb and continues speaking.

“The opponent is me, right?”

“Aaaaah!”

A second explosion occurred.

Exchange meetings generally seem to be like this.

A banquet where you can laugh and talk to soothe your tired body and mind while contributing to world peace.

“Hehe.”

As proof of this, aren’t the sounds of laughter constantly coming out of the mouth of the saintess who is watching this?

At that moment, the saint asked me.

“How about this? “How did you feel about the first exchange meeting you attended?”

How are you?

The answer was fixed.

“It’s so cozy.”

A group is created to realize common goals and interests.

I know this because I have experience leading such groups.

The fact that a harmonious group that truly cares for each other is a blessing in itself.

Suddenly, my colleagues come to mind.

Not the people who are by my side now, but the people who reliably stood by my side during Son Si-woo’s days.

There was a time like that with them too.

“I am.”

The sound of her words awakens my thoughts.

“I like the people here.”

A shy sincerity, as if confessing that you like a guy you like.

“So sometimes…, Sometimes it’s painful to give orders to the people here.”

“… I guess so.”

I think I know how you feel.

World peace is created only through dedication and sacrifice.

Therefore, the saint who leads them must sometimes force those she loves so much to make sacrifices.

Sending investigators to places where death lurks.

She infiltrates an ally into an enemy’s hideout that she found out with difficulty.

Something like fighting in a battle where you are obviously outnumbered and dying heroically.

Things that must be done for the purpose of the group.

But no matter how much justification and rationalization you give, you can’t help but feel heartbroken.

Human affection is like that.

The moment when she finally realizes some of the weight of the karma she has carried.

“Through the sacrifices of my colleagues, I discovered the home base of the supposed apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins.”

“… !”

I was so surprised by her words that my eyes widened as if torn.

“They still don’t know that their base has been discovered. So…, I plan to make a surprise attack before that.”

I understand roughly.

What will come next?

“As I said a little while ago…, I like the people here. As long as possible…, No, if I can, I want to survive together until the end of our mission.”

Her eyes turn to me as she without hesitation expresses an almost impossible greed.

“It takes a special person to do that.”

“If it’s someone special…”

“A person who possesses both strength and leadership. There are many people who are strong hunters and have good leadership skills, but it is rare to find someone who possesses both at the same time. Among us…”

After staying for a moment, her gaze turns to Francis Meyer, who is laughing and chatting among the crowd, with her arm wrapped around Angela’s shoulder, who is looking downcast after her defeat.

“Sir Francis over there.”

Eventually, her gaze returns to meet her eyes.

“Maybe it’s just Hunter Kim Do-jin in front of me.”

“That’s too much praise.”

“No, that’s not true. I truly think so, and so… “I really need your help.”

A saint who cut off even humble words with a single sword.

She takes one step closer and reaches out her arm to take my hand.

“Kim Do-jin Hunter.”

“… Yes, saint.”

“Would you please take the lead in this operation along with Sir Francis?”

An apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins who is not only an enemy to the Guardians, but also to me.

In fact, this alone is enough reason to participate in the operation.

Also, a joint operation with Francis Maier that you wanted to work with at least once?

There is nothing better.

Therefore, I place my other hand on top of the hand that was holding mine and open my mouth calmly.

“It was my first time attending an exchange event, but the friendly atmosphere I felt among colleagues who welcomed me warmly was very special to me.”

This is your chance to score points from her.

As such, she shows just enough of an atmosphere of agreement with her will without going overboard.

“But as you know…, I am not a just person enough to risk my life for a colleague I have never met.”

It is important to keep the concept.

Although it has justice in its heart, it also has a worldly feel.

“So this time, I will fight for the saint who believes in me and for Angela, with whom I have already crossed the firing line several times. Instead, you should pay a good price for your dedication?”

She nods her head.

“I promise.”

He let go of her hand that he was holding tightly and smiled cheerfully.

“Then that’s enough. Lastly, shall we raise a toast to the success of the operation?”

“Hehe, good.”

After handing her a glass of champagne that was on her table, she quietly recited.

“For the success of the operation.”

Jang!

He examines her out of the corner of his eye as he shoves the champagne from her clinked glass down her throat.

I found out about it for the first time today.

Desire also exists in saints.

Of course, even that was just an extremely benevolent desire.

Whether it is good or evil.

The thing called desire always greedily inflates its body whenever given the opportunity.

This would also be the same as the saint’s desire.

Maybe that could be a gap.

The only chance to swallow her and her Guardians whole.

Hiding these thoughts deep in her heart, she took another glass of champagne while facing the saint.

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The exchange meeting that lasted until late at night finally came to an end.

Everyone was disappointed, but there was nothing we could do.

You must end the exchange meeting before the end of the fellowship meeting to avoid any suspicion that may follow.

I leave the room with old man Merlin, who has moved everyone around the banquet hall.

“… “Keep space magic hidden for the time being.”

“How much?”

“I plan to stop by the royal palace soon and tell your story.”

“Aha.”

In short, just give me time to pray to the royal family.

“Sure, well.”

Since it wasn’t a difficult task, I quickly accepted.

I tried to use this as an excuse to open some more beans, but I stopped.

Even the feast was stolen in front of our eyes, so people should have a conscience.

By the way, I think my kids would have been fine without me.

It was about time I walked down the long hallway and reached the main hall of the banquet hall.

You can see the guild members gathered at the table where they first sat down.

And the person standing next to him.

“That person… ?”

Sharp eyes and angular face.

He is nearly 2m tall and has muscles that seem to explode.

The name I was trying to say was spoken first by old man Merlin.

“Isn’t that guy Morgan Paul?”

“… That’s right.”

Morgan Paul.

In the United States, which has the largest number of S-class hunters, he is one of the top three strong men.

At the same time, he is the guild master of ‘Utopia’, a large American guild.

He appeared out of nowhere and was looking at a person sitting at the table.

When you get a little closer, you can hear their conversation.

“I need you.”

“I don’t need you.”

“Hey…, You know it well, right? What we can do together!”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

The one-sided courtship continues.

A man’s desperate cry to change a woman’s heart.

Only then did I remember.

“Juyeon, come back again. Our guild, no…, I still need you.”

The fact that the guild that Juyeon was working for when she was in the United States was the Utopia Guild.

“I already belong to another guild.”

“It doesn’t matter how much the penalty is. If only I could bring you that kind of money… !”

“Money is not the problem.”

“Then what…”

Jooyeon’s eyes look at Morgan Paul for the first time.

Unlike his sorrowful gaze, his gaze is freezing and sharp.

“I like it now. “It can’t even be compared to when I was with you.”

“Main actor…”

“So go back. “I don’t want to make the guild members uncomfortable anymore.”

It was an answer that was literally like murder.

So much so that I found myself nodding my head, thinking, “This is what you have to do to break a person’s heart.”

But is the opponent?

“… Give me a chance “I am confident that I will make you several times happier than you are now!”

Morgan Paul was persistent.

I don’t know whether to say I’m persistent or tactless.

Despite Juyeon’s sharp refusal, the other person doesn’t seem to have any intention of backing down easily.

In that case, I have no choice but to finish it here.

She walks towards the table, leaving old Merlin watching with an interested look on her face.

As she slowly got closer to her seat,

Morgan Paul’s pot-lid-sized hand is directed towards Juyeon.

No, this guy?

Hitting the ground with rising heat.

“Juyeon, don’t do that, just talk to me a little more…”

He quickly closes the distance and grabs Morgan Paul’s hand, which was trying to grab Jooyeon’s wrist, and lifts it instead.

“Oh, nice to meet you. “You are Morgan Paul, right?”

The guy frowns at the sudden appearance and skinship and shakes off his hand.

“… Who is it? “You suddenly barge in and grab someone’s hand arbitrarily.”

Is it because I am glad to see this timely appearance?

“Dojin!”

A smile blooms on Juyeon’s face, which was full of worry.

With this on his back, he shows off a lot.

“I am Kim Do-jin, the master of the Twilight Guild.”

The corners of his eyes are fluttering.

“You are the one… !”

A gaze that turns hostile.

He responds with a bright smile on his face as if he is facing the enemy of Cheolcheon.

And warn.

“Morgan Paul. Our guild members are so pretty that I’ll even allow you to look at them, but please don’t reach out to them as you wish. And then the hairs start to fly off?”

“What… !?”

A strong energy began to radiate from the body of the angry guy.