Episode 27 – Laughing Lions and Paper Crowns
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The silence in the room felt heavier now, the kind of silence that only a powerful presence could bring. The man who had just landed seed like sothing otherworldly, as though ti and space bent to accommodate him. Kim Do-hyun (김도현) could feel the tension in the air around him like the thick weight of a storm cloud. His gaze moved toward the figure, and he felt his muscles tense, a primal awareness prickling at the base of his neck.
This man wasn’t just any Hunter—he was the master of the Hae-seong Guild. The sa guild that ruled the top of the hunter world, its influence reaching into every corner of the industry. His na was Shin Hae-seong (신해성), the na that every Hunter Association report ntioned with a hint of fear, admiration, or jealousy. It was hard to say which one was dominant. To most, the na signified sothing far more than just strength. It was power, unyielding and imasurable.
Kim Do-hyun couldn’t help but feel a rush of discomfort. This man—Shin Hae-seong—was different from any other Hunter he had t. His presence wasn’t just felt; it was a force, like gravity that drew everything in, making every corner of the room feel smaller, more compressed. It wasn’t fear that gripped Kim Do-hyun. It was more like an instinctive recognition—an understanding that this man was soone who operated on a scale beyond his own reach. The space between them felt charged, thick with the weight of this unspoken understanding.
Shin Hae-seong’s eyes swept over the room, then landed directly on Jo Mo (Han Jin-woo), who had been speaking to Kim Do-hyun a mont before. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a calculating coldness, as if asuring everything around him with surgical precision.
"Aha, so this is the kid," Shin Hae-seong’s voice rumbled, deep and steady, filling the room with its authority. His eyes narrowed slightly, examining Kim Do-hyun. His gaze moved from the young man’s head down to his feet, as if evaluating every inch of him.
Kim Do-hyun stood still, as he had been taught to do in monts like these. His posture was straight, his hands clenched at his sides. He didn’t look away. He didn’t even flinch. But his mind was racing. He had heard about Shin Hae-seong’s reputation—his brutal efficiency, his ironclad rule over the Hunter world. The stories all painted him as an untouchable figure. Yet, here he was, looking directly at Kim Do-hyun, evaluating him with the precision of soone who had seen and crushed hundreds like him.
Han Jin-woo, still calm as ever, nodded in acknowledgnt of the question. "This is Kim Do-hyun," he said smoothly. "The new recruit. Recently awakened. He’s with WN Agency."
Shin Hae-seong’s lips curled into a smirk, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, the kind that spoke of condescension. His gaze swept back over Kim Do-hyun’s body once again, but this ti there was a hint of amusent in his expression, like he had seen a strange, new creature in the zoo.
"Tch tch," he clicked his tongue, his smirk deepening. "Rank F, huh?" His voice was almost mocking, but the tone was too controlled for it to be just casual derision. It was deliberate. The words ca out slowly, with just the right amount of disdain, as if he were savoring the mont. "I see why you’re still in the kiddie pool."
Kim Do-hyun didn’t react. His face was neutral, eyes steady, not a single muscle flinched. He wasn’t about to let this man provoke him. It wasn’t that Kim Do-hyun lacked any emotion or the ability to feel embarrassed or insulted. But in monts like this, where the stakes were higher than simple pride, he understood the importance of silence. His control over his emotions was sothing he had been working on, and it had never been more tested than now.
Shin Hae-seong chuckled, a low, rumbling laugh that sounded as if it were coming from the depths of a cavern. He looked at Jo Mo again, shaking his head with a shake of his head that suggested both disbelief and a touch of mockery.
"You used to supervise C-rank and D-rank Hunters, didn’t you?" he said, raising an eyebrow at Jo Mo, though the words were directed more at Kim Do-hyun. "And now look at you. Stuck with an F-rank nobody. How the mighty have fallen."
Jo Mo’s face tightened for a split second. It wasn’t much—only a slight change in his expression—but Kim Do-hyun noticed it imdiately. There was irritation there, the faintest hint of tension in his normally composed features. Despite the relaxed attitude he always projected, Kim Do-hyun had learned quickly that Jo Mo had a certain level of pride, and that pride was clearly being prodded now.
But Kim Do-hyun couldn’t care less about the animosity between these two. This wasn’t his fight. He just stood there, his back straight, focusing on breathing steadily. He had seen enough of these power plays in his short ti among Hunters to know that nothing good ever ca from getting involved in petty gas. Shin Hae-seong, however, didn’t seem to care that Kim Do-hyun had no interest in his words.
Shin Hae-seong’s laughter grew louder. It wasn’t a friendly laugh. It wasn’t the kind of laugh that signaled camaraderie. No, this was a laugh of superiority, one that made Kim Do-hyun feel even smaller than his rank might have already made him feel.
It was a clown show, that’s what Shin Hae-seong called it, his voice echoing through the room as he laughed at Jo Mo, clearly finding amusent in his discomfort. "Look at him," he gestured with an exaggerated flourish toward Kim Do-hyun. "The newest recruit. And you, stuck managing him. An F-rank. How far you’ve fallen, Jo Mo. Do you really think he’s going to make any impact?" The words hung in the air, sharp as knives.
Kim Do-hyun didn’t budge. He felt the weight of the ridicule, but he didn’t let it faze him. Instead, he let his body relax, hands unclenching slowly, his posture never faltering. There was no reason to react. No reason to engage in their petty squabble. They were all adults here, and it was beneath him to lower himself to this childish display.
Shin Hae-seong’s laughter echoed through the room like thunder. The man truly seed to enjoy this. Enjoy seeing Jo Mo squirm. But the truth was, Kim Do-hyun didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to him was the mont—standing here, breathing, alive, and aware. The rest was just noise.
Finally, after a few seconds of relentless laughter, Shin Hae-seong’s gaze turned to Kim Do-hyun once more, his sharp eyes narrowing as if he were examining a specin under a microscope. His smile faded, replaced by a predatory glint.
He was still sizing Kim Do-hyun up, seeing if there was a reaction to his words.
Kim Do-hyun looked him straight in the eye, maintaining his unshaken deanor. The silence between them stretched for a few more monts before Shin Hae-seong spoke again. This ti, his voice was smooth, devoid of the mocking laughter that had filled the room just monts before.
"What’s the matter, kid?" he asked. His voice was smooth and elegant, a sharp contrast to the earlier mockery. "You got sothing to say?"
Kim Do-hyun stood perfectly still. He was aware of the scrutiny, aware that everything about him was being asured, calculated. But the answer ca easily.
"Ah," Kim Do-hyun said, his voice calm and respectful, with just the right hint of grace, "It’s an honor to et the master of the country’s top guild." He bowed his head slightly, just enough to show respect. "I’ve heard much about you."
Shin Hae-seong raised an eyebrow, but his expression softened ever so slightly. There was a brief mont, almost imperceptible, where his eyes seed to evaluate Kim Do-hyun again, as though he were seeing sothing new.
"You’ve got good eyes, kid," Shin Hae-seong said finally, nodding slightly. "At least you’ve got so sense."
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Author’s Note:
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