Returners Guild Must Grow Properly

“You still haven’t sorted it out?”

“Dohain.”

It was our little brother.

He went to the guild for work, and it seems he just came back.

My younger brother, who is a full-time office worker, walks into the room. I sent a sullen look to my younger brother.

“Help me, brother. It’s hard to sort things out on my own.”

“Well, why are you suddenly changing a bookcase that is in good condition?”

It was a Dohain who started to pile up the books on the floor in a row while grunting.

I told Dohain, distinguishing between books to throw away and books to keep.

“Even if I change like this, my daily life seems to have changed.”

“I am.”

Without even holding a press conference announcing their return, everyone was talking about the gate.

This is because, in addition to the one that was opened at the conference room, two more gates with a first-class scale were opened.

Because gates with such a high rating were often opened, people were talking about the country's ruin and all that stuff.

“Dohaun! Why throw this away?!”

Our house was so peaceful, though.

What Dohain handed me again was a photo album. A photo album of me and my whole family.

“… I thought it was a book.”

With no excuses, I received a photo album from Dohain.

“Don’t you know that if you throw away your photos carelessly, you’re in trouble? Cherish it!”

He stuck out his tongue once at the superstitious Dohain. Dohain frowns at him.

“Ugh, what kind of guild leader is he?”

“He said that he had become a vice-guild leader with his brother’s back.”

"no it's not!!"

He beckoned to the screaming Doha to get out. The Doha-in bit his tongue at my beckoning and made an annoyed voice.

“When did you ask for help?”

“I want to rest.”

Pouting his lips, Doha In frowned as he said that.

“I’m going to have to ask my brother to get rid of some harmful things.”

“Why is it harmful?”

“Because you learned something strange from him!!”

He shrugged his shoulders at the sound of his shrill voice.

Doha-in inevitably left the room saying that he would drive out the harmful ones. In the quiet room, I laid myself flat on the bed. The phone rings terrifyingly.

[Seoul City Hall]

Sindorim Station, monster corpses have been collected. Please refer to the usage.

Areas that had been damaged by the gates that occurred were being restored one by one.

I don't know how long it will take to fully recover. However, it seemed that recovery would be faster than when simultaneous gates occurred.

If so.

“Will the buried story be brought out? … .”

stories about us, or

―Center 1st team, Ji's whereabouts are unknown... … .

A story about Ji Han-gyeol.

I hoped that the story of the latter would make more noise than the former.

“Ji Han-gyeol is missing… … .”

There was no excitement whatsoever. All I can think of is that I'm not dead.

I decided not to think about who made that happen.

If you think about it, only your head will be complicated.

As I put my arms over my eyes like that, the door swung open.

“Gilma!”

Hae-roon, who had gone to throw away the bookshelf with his brother, came in with a smile.

"brother is?"

“I’m talking with the master.”

He said that he was going to drive out the harmful ones, but I guess he really did.

Hae-won, who did not know what Doha-in was talking about with her brother, held out her phone with a smile on her face.

“More than that, look at this, Rowoon has found a desk that suits Gilma-sama!”

I was sweating profusely and wanted to speak well. I looked for what I was looking for, and it was a children's desk.

I sneakily kicked Hae-roon, who was sitting next to me, with my foot.

He didn't push too hard, but Hae-won rolled over under the bed.

"Ah! I found it at the best!!”

“Is that what you found?!”

What I found though, I ordered it for Harim. Now he was one month old when he had to slowly study Hangul.

Entering the shipping address is harmful to me and asks this fat.

“Gilma, the Archduke and Harim, are you planning to stay here forever? It’s a burden when you go out.”

“I’m going to take it easy on my own.”

As I said that, I patted my palm next to me.

"Sit down, see what's good."

Hae-roon, who was sitting on the floor at my words, came up with a smile. Then he slumped down next to me.

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“Gilma-sama is lying down, and Rowoon will be lying too.”

I turned my gaze to her face as she looked at me, who was standing with her chin on her chin. Instead, she glanced at her phone's small screen and browsed through her bookshelf.

“How about this?”

“Gilma-sama, you don’t have that many books.”

“I’m going to buy new books I want to read and fill them in.”

"Really?"

When the voice asked, she bit her mouth. Hae-roon looks at me like that and says with a playful face.

“Without reading a book.”

“… From now on, I will build my education.”

“I haven’t seen anyone who speaks like that and protects them.”

Who is this damn harmful judge?

I sat up with the body that had been laid down and lifted his feet toward the good harm.

“If you won’t help, get off!”

“I’ll hit you again!!”

The whining was brief. Hae-roon grabs my ankle and smiles softly.

“I can’t do it without you.”

It takes my breath away when I see myself completely in my dark brown eyes.

Why are you suddenly saying that?

The question didn't last very long.

‘Can you do it without me?’

you will forget

I think he was holding that word in his arms. Harun releases my ankle and raises his standing body.

“More than that, Gilma, I tried to order without even measuring the size. stupid.”

“… Fool?"

Hae-roon jumped and said that he had never said such a thing.

Don't be shy

Hae-roon took a tape measure, not knowing where he had come from, and began to move around.

“Gilma, what is the width and height of the bookshelf? Let's see.”

On the screen I showed him, Harm took a tape measure and began to measure. He asked without realizing that it was dangerous to hold the tape measure by himself.

"Help me?"

“I can’t help you. I'm the 9th Circle Archmage."

I don't think I'm ashamed to call myself like that.

When he wondered how to measure the size by himself with a tape measure, a red magic circle unfolded.

“Gilma-sama, the room is terribly spacious. I think it’s too much for me to be alone.”

“It’s not overdone at all. Rather, how about it? Can I order a bookshelf?”

“Have you any money?”

He laughed at that and said.

“My brother handed me a card.”

“Our Hajun hyung, your heart is so kind. You're giving the card to Gilma, who has been rotten inside."

He threw the pillow on the bed towards Hae-Hae-Won's face. Even though the damn magistrate was quick to dodge it.

Anyway, I ordered a new bookshelf and laid myself back on the bed. Hae-Hun takes a seat next to me and sits down.

This time, he looked at him, who was not lying down, and opened his mouth.

“The Harmful Judge.”

“I don’t want you to call me with a name like that.”

Hearing those words, he grinned and gave Hae-roon what he wanted.

"harmful."

The man who called my name looked at me with a soft smile. I asked, staring at her face.

“Can you find me wherever I am?”

"Of course."

It was an immediate answer. Hae-roon asks me with a smirk.

“Gilma-sama, do you want to disappear without making a request alone? It’s not too late.”

I drew a soft smile at the voice that was talking about the request that didn't come down.

“What if I disappear from this world?”

“… … .”

“Even if I fly to a distant place again?”

Harmful this face is distorted

“I will find you.”

Hae-roon leaned slightly over his body and covered the back of his hand with his hand.

“I will find you.”

He did not refuse the hand.

“I will try to find it by all means. Okay?"

As if not to let go, he just laughed silently at the power of holding him tight. Hae-roon looked at me like that and said in a earnest voice, as if begging.

“So, don’t think about disappearing without a word, Dohaun.”

I couldn't answer that he knew.

If you answered like that, you would be deceiving Harm.

150

sunny afternoon.

Uma Hun closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

“Move carefully! That's expensive!!”

“Where did the props you put there go? Someone find me!”

As the filming of came to a close, everyone was busy without even opening their eyes.

“Mr. Mahun! Please come out for a second... … !”

Only Woo Mahoon was relaxed.

Even when he asked me to come, Uma Hoon just stood still. It was director Na, the cinematographer of the drama, that drew U Ma Hoon like that.

“Mr. Mahun! Didn't you hear me ask you to stay away?! Don't disturb the kids, come on out!"

“I didn’t ask you to move out, I asked you to come out.”

Anyway, director Na, who was about to say something, saying it's the same thing, kept his mouth shut at Mahoon's continued words.

“And why is the load in the way? Rather, it was the authors who stood in the way.”

It was photosynthesizing under the warm sunlight, but the authors stymied it, Mahoon U said sternly.

“Cut it.”

“Cut what! In my mind, I just love Mahoon... … !”

Hold on to what you want to cut!

Director Na swallowed the rising words. Instead, he took a deep breath.

“Mr. Dobin wasn’t like Mr. Ma Hoon either.”

“Thank you.”

“… Does it sound like a compliment?”

“Isn’t that a compliment?”

Director Na shook his head flutteringly at Uma Hoon's words.

‘There is no answer.’

With that in mind, it was time to talk about the next shoot.

“I am the director.”

“Hey, writer Ji! What made you all come here?”

“I stopped by on the way. Instead, have some coffee.”

The one who smiled and handed the coffee was Yeo-il Ji, who wrote the script for .

The director said with a smile as if he was sorry.

“What are you doing with this?”

“Aren’t you getting it by the way, I am the director.”

“Mahoon, please close that mouth… … !”

Director Na managed to capture the emotions that were twitching and chimi, and then smiled softly.

“Can’t you shut up?”

“Are you telling Jim to shut up now, Director?! Only Do Ha-un can say that to Jim!”

“Why is that person here?!”

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