For us old-school hunters, composure is a cardinal virtue.


    Even when a comrade dies right beside you, or you take a blow so staggering it leaves your mind reeling, maintaining unwavering judgment, as though nothing has happened, is the foremost quality demanded of us.


    In that regard, my skills rank at the top. My battlefield accomplishments and academic records testify to this with numbers and data.


    Woo Min-hee caught the scent.


    Judging from my usual, unwaveringly objective reasoning, brushing it off like I used to won’t work this time.


    Denying everything despite the clear circumstantial evidence would be a rookie mistake. Some damage control is necessary.


    The question now is, how much damage am I willing to sustain? This requires careful deliberation.


    Bzzt.


    Everyone knows that regardless of her personality, Woo Min-hee is a talented hunter.


    And true to form, she doesn’t leave room for hesitation.


    Though she now uses a prosthetic arm and leg, I’ll omit those details—I knew her before she lost those parts of herself.


    I summoned the image of Woo Min-hee before me.


    In my mind’s eye, she’s smiling triumphantly, as though she knows everything. A victor’s smug expression.


    Yet, my face remains perfectly calm.


    “....”


    This is what it means to be an old-school hunter.


    “Senior, are you hiding something from me?”


    “Hiding something?”


    “Yup~.”


    “Ah, right.”


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