Moon Hyunah turned her head toward Park Yerim. Han Yuhyun also glanced over but, seeing that Han Yujin wasn’t in the photo, quickly lost interest. "Here, this unnie that Sesung ahjussi is looking at so warmly. She’s in her twenties, right? And this squiggly writing looks like Arabic, right?" "Uh, looks like it. I don’t know a thing about Arabic though. The clothes look from there too." "So she’s not with ahjussi... Still, I’m glad we at least got some news about Sesung ahjussi." "There’s no need to worry about Seong Hyunjae. But are we sure it’s really him? Looks a little different somehow—" Just then Peace suddenly leapt up. He unfurled his wings, circled around Park Yerim, and lunged toward the phone in her hand. "Ah, Peace! You’ll break my phone!" Peace tapped at the phone screen with his forepaws and even rubbed his cheek against the display. Park Yerim, flustered, turned to Han Yuhyun. "Han Yuhyun! Peace is acting weird!" Han Yuhyun reached out and pulled Peace away from the phone. After carefully rechecking the photo on the screen, he spoke. Park Yerim widened her eyes and peered at the photo. Then her eyes grew even bigger as she shouted. "Ahjussi really turned into a woman?! This unnie is ahjussi? Totally different!" "...Is that true, young master? Is hyung really—?" Moon Hyunah couldn’t hide her shock as she stared hard at the phone. "Well, hyung did change in a cool way. Got taller... looks healthier too." "R-right? As long as ajus—unnie is safe and uninjured, that’s what matters. Oh, thank goodness! I’m so relieved!" Watching the two of them flustered, Han Yuhyun spoke again. "I wasn’t talking about the woman. I meant the cat." "First, Peace reacted. That means hyung is in this photo. And the Sesung Guild Leader in the picture must be either the person himself or the fairy dragon." "Ah, right. Could be Gyeol too!" Park Yerim nodded vigorously. "His hair isn’t pink, but it looks silver. Then could it be Gyeol? Unnie, what do you think?" Aside from its faded color, Seong Hyunjae’s hair looked different to every viewer. So the Seong Hyunjae in the photo was likely the fairy dragon. "The Sesung Guild Leader’s gaze is directed at the cat, not the woman. The only ones he shows that kind of interest in are hyung and Chief Song. If it’s the fairy dragon, then it can only be hyung." Moon Hyunah gave a small nod. "Seong Hyunjae wouldn’t make that kind of face looking at anyone else. Chief Song is here, so the only one left is hyung." "Lastly, hyung has once transformed into a feline-type monster. Like Peace, he could shrink down too." "Yeah, that happened. Young master, you’re observant." "Only when it comes to ahjussi. Only ahjussi. I don’t look at anyone el—ah! That cat back then!" Park Yerim smacked the table. "At the hotel! Right after ahjussi disappeared, a cat passed by! That’s it, that cat! Looked exactly the same. Ahjussi transformed into a cat and escaped!" "Peace disappeared with him back then too. That’s why he recognized hyung in the photo." "If ahjussi is for sure, then Sesung ahjussi must be Gyeol. They were together at the end, and there’s no way ahjussi would leave Gyeol alone." "So we’ve found hyung, then. Yerim, send me the SNS address. I’ll ask them to pinpoint the location." "Send it to Haeyeon too." Replies soon came from Haeyeon and the Breaker Guild. The location was North Africa, and the woman in the photo was S-rank Hunter Isabella bint Rashid. "A princess? Whoa—she awakened as an S-rank?!" "Strictly speaking, she was adopted into the royal family. I don’t know much about that region, but I’ve heard most S-rank Hunters there are treated as royalty. Something like, Allah’s blessing, chosen noble beings, or whatever." "Then if I go to the Middle East, do I become a princess too?" Looking over the material from Breaker Guild, Moon Hyunah spoke. "But I wouldn’t recommend it. Even if you’re S-rank, a woman wielding weapons and hunting monsters isn’t looked upon kindly. In places with strong views like that, there may be low-grade female Awakened, but no female Hunters. At the intermediate level and above, they turn a blind eye because they need them to survive." "For now... better to put in a visit request under the pretext of joining up with the Sesung Guild Leader. If we rush in, it’ll be suspicious. Let’s move calmly, young master. Contact Noah and Liet to be on standby to cross over, but reach out to Noah first." Han Yuhyun nodded as he studied the cropped photo showing only the cat that Park Yerim had sent. "It’s best to keep hyung’s ability to transform into a cat hidden." "He kept it hidden from us all this time too! Must be some kind of wildcat set effect, huh? I knew it. Ah, but then what about Sesung ahjussi’s marriage news? Is he really marrying someone else? For real? Shouldn’t we check it out?" "The secretary team will send some appropriate congratulatory money. As long as it has nothing to do with hyung, that’s all that matters." Han Yuhyun zoomed in on the cat photo, carefully checking for any injuries. Whoever Seong Hyunjae married was irrelevant. Same if it were anyone else. If it was a political marriage, the only concern was its influence. "Still, we should go. We know him." "If it’s not hyung’s wedding, then it’s just some stranger’s affair." Han Yuhyun cut her off flatly before adding, "Park Yerim, you and Peace are excluded." "Of course. You’re Han Yuhyun." For origınal chapters go to 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Even knowing that, Park Yerim’s lips curved into a smile. Even when Han Yujin wasn’t there, he still kept his word, still looked after them. If it had been anyone else, she would’ve scolded them for talking nonsense. But when it came to Han Yuhyun’s quirks, she was used to them. "Unnie, you’re going to the wedding, right?" "Of course. Hyung will go too, so the young master will end up following anyway." "I’ve only been to weddings when I was little, so it’ll feel like the first time. At least I know not to wear white." Now that she knew Han Yujin’s whereabouts and safety, Park Yerim spoke cheerfully. "I can’t wait to pet ahjussi—meet him again! I was thinking about a Christmas present, but I should get him a cat tower." "I’m more of a dog person, but cats are cute too." "Unnie, you said your family has a dog, right?" "At my mom’s house. Unless you completely erase your presence, he won’t come near—otherwise he hides. Even though I have Sorok now, I still miss it sometimes." "Oh, a new article. Sesung Guild Leader’s fiancée is Saudi Princess Isabella!" It wasn’t long before reporters caught on and churned out articles. Some were pure speculation, others predicting the future. "S-rank Hunter Seong Hyunjae, crowned prince. Dual nationality scandal for Sesung Guild Leader. Saudi S-rank royal, monthly dignity allowance of ten billion won! Whoa, Han Yuhyun! Give me a raise!" "Princess Isabella is twenty-two this year. That’s a huge age gap. Way more than a zodiac cycle. I oppose this marriage." "She’s twenty-one. Gyeol is one, so. Gyeol, even your aunt opposes this marriage!" "Unbelievable. Chief Song! You heard that?" Song Taewon, entering the restaurant, gave a short nod. Moon Hyunah chuckled and slung an arm around his shoulder. "If Seong Hyunjae gets married, you’ll feel bittersweet, huh? And the bride’s a princess." "It’s the fairy dragon." "The hair color was different from what I usually see. And the posture felt unnatural." "You can tell all that from just a photo?" "The degree and direction of strength in body parts, habitual motions—those differ slightly for each person. They can be imitated, but Seong Hyunjae Hunter wouldn’t upload a photo of himself while acting differently than usual. And if he wanted to show a friendly image with someone, he wouldn’t just be looking at them like that." "True, it’s awkward for him. As expected of Chief Song. You really know Seong Hyunjae well." Song Taewon let out a short sigh instead of replying. He hadn’t wanted to know him this well either. After quickly scanning the S-rank Hunters’ faces and moods, he spoke again. "As head of the Korean Awakened Management Office, I’ve obtained clearance to visit under the pretext of checking on the status of a missing domestic S-rank Hunter. The Sesung Guild has provided a private jet. You may head straight to the airport. And... Hunter Han Yujin is with the fairy dragon, isn’t he?" Park Yerim’s and even Han Yuhyun’s expressions visibly lightened. They had found Han Yujin’s trail. Park Yerim gasped. "How do you know so well? You’re right. This... I guess it’s fine to tell Chief Song. This cat is ahjussi!" Song Taewon’s gaze fixed on the phone screen Park Yerim lifted. The black cat nestled in Isabella’s arms met his eyes. The edge of his brow twitched upward. "...It would be best to keep Hunter Han Yujin concealed. I advise everyone else to move quietly. If we all head to Africa at once, suspicion will be unavoidable." "Yerim and the young master, sneak along with Chief Song. I’ll depart separately. No one would question me going to meet the Sesung Guild Leader, even without hyung. Should I say it’s for the wedding?" Han Yuhyun, Park Yerim, and Peace slipped out first, already discussing disguises. In the quieter air, Song Taewon looked at Moon Hyunah. "Then the real Hunter Seong Hyunjae is..." "I don’t know either. For him to be silent this long... I’m starting to worry a little. Gyeol even put out fake marriage news acting as him, but he’s not one to stay quiet." A crease deepened between Song Taewon’s brows. He wasn’t someone who should be worried over. And yet something felt off. Through the glass ceiling, sunlight poured into the indoor garden, a place none could approach easily. Marie wore a layered, voluminous mini-dress, her long hair styled up lavishly. Golden curls tumbled down like vines beneath her ears, and in her hand was a delicate porcelain teapot. "Even if it’s January 1, we’ll hold the ceremony somewhere warm. We’ll need to decorate with lots of flowers." Tea was poured into a cup. The golden eyes watching it were half-closed, drowsy. Seong Hyunjae was half-asleep, yet also thirsty. His limbs felt heavy, his whole body dulled as if swathed in a thick veil. Countless strands of moonlight bound his body, and with each step, it was as if silver droplets chimed. No matter where he was, or what he did, the sound followed. Pouting, Marie slid the cup toward Seong Hyunjae. She was the one who had bound him, but she couldn’t touch him carelessly. Even if a lion was caged and chained, its claws and fangs remained sharp. Reach too close, and you’d be bitten. Several people had bled these past days. Like a doll, the man had been still—until suddenly his hand snapped an advanced Hunter’s neck. Marie herself had been nicked by a chain that lashed out without warning. "At this rate, we won’t even get to have a proper date before the wedding." Her complaint met no reply. The golden eyes had shut fully, sunlight bleaching them white. Dappled shade from trees streaked ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) across his faded hair. From afar, it looked serene, peaceful. Like an old oil painting hanging on a white wall. A voice called from beyond the garden’s boundary. Marie turned irritably. "Tch, I told you not to interrupt. I’m on a date." "It’s... the article about the Sesung Guild Leader’s fiancée has come out!" Marie straightened, tilting her chin up. "I told you to cover it up well. Already? How’s the reaction? People saying we look good together?" "...It says it’s Saudi Princess Isabella." Marie vanished, reappearing before the man in an instant, snatching the phone to check. Her green eyes widened, then wavered on the verge of tears. There must be no stain on her wedding. Only the two of them. If any other relationship intruded, it would all be ruined. "The date isn’t far! Find out what’s going on, quickly!" So upset—Marie stomped her feet, then turned toward the table. Seong Hyunjae had opened his eyes again, his head turned slightly to watch her. Still drowsy, the golden gaze curved faintly in a smile.