The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 15.2
At that moment, the area where the gathered reporters stood became rowdy.
“Clear! The Gate has been cleared! The elapsed time is 10 minutes! It is a new world record!”
At those words, Yoon So-ra also hurriedly checked the record sheet.
“It really is a new record.”
They had set up a barrier around the vicinity to keep the reporters from crossing over, but every single one of them was shining their eyes greedily. Vermouth emerged looking exactly the same as he did when he first entered the Gate.
“Hello! I am a reporter from NBS. Is an interview possible?”
“Hello! I am a reporter from Daehan Daily. I would like to interview you for a moment!”
Among the requests for interviews erupting from the reporters here and there, other shouts were mixed in.
“Kyaaa! You’re so cool!”
“Vermouth!”
“Please look this way!”
As the times changed, Awakened were being treated as influencers in their own right. Thus, there were cases where fans were made, but it was a first seeing this many attach themselves in such a short period.
“Oppa—!”
A thunderous male voice called out to Vermouth.
“Now, that is quite rare.”
Yoon So-ra, who had once been a hardcore idol fan, looked at the swarming crowd with a peculiar expression.
“But they might not all be real fans. Some people take photos like that just to sell them to other fansite masters.”
“Enough. I do not particularly wish to know that much.”
“But you have fans too, don’t you, Oppa?”
Yes, Yoon Tae-gyeom did indeed have fans. It was a fact he had naturally learned because Hong Seo-yun kept bragging that he had more fans. In the end, Choi Jae-heon had the highest number of fans, leaving Hong Seo-yun to suffer the pain of defeat.
“That is not what is important right now.”
Yoon Tae-gyeom looked at Vermouth, who was nonchalantly interviewing with the reporters. Since he was a guy who was inflating his fame in real-time like that, how much longer would they be able to hide information from Ian ?
For now, let us do our best.
***
Vermouth used his power periodically out of habit. After learning that using his power inside a Gate prevented it from being detected outside, he used it even more frequently.
The land of the Republic of Korea is narrow compared to other countries. Therefore, if they were in the same country, Ian should have noticed that Vermouth was using his strength. Yet, there was still no news. He had requested information about Ian from the President , but things were quiet there as well.
If so, the answer would reveal itself soon.
Either the President is incompetent to the point of being unable to grant what Vermouth desires, or someone is desperately interfering with him.
If so, who is interfering with him?
Vermouth picked Yoon Tae-gyeom as the culprit. There was a separate Director at the Management Bureau, but the real power was Yoon Tae-gyeom. The Awakened and employees affiliated with the Bureau followed Yoon Tae-gyeom’s words better than the Director’s. External evaluations were no different.
The Director was a position in name only.
However, no matter how much Yoon Tae-gyeom had swallowed the Management Bureau whole, would it be possible for him to interfere with what the President intended to do? Surely there must be an accomplice. Yoon Tae-gyeom was known to be close with Hong Seo-yun, a fellow S-rank Awakened. And there was one more person—Choi Jae-heon.
“Come to think of it, I heard Ian’s surname was Choi.”
The name of the guild established by Choi Jae-heon was Stigma. Yoon So-ra had explained the meaning contained in the word “Stigma.” Most of the people belonging to that guild were those who had experienced great despair due to the Gates.
Those who had lost parents, lost children, or lost siblings.
Choi Jae-heon, the Guild Master of Stigma, had lost a younger brother. It was said that people with similar wounds gathered to work toward closing the Gates. For that reason, it was a guild with an excellent reputation within the country.
His thoughts branched out and expanded. Thus, when he finally reached a certain conclusion, Vermouth smiled. If his thoughts were correct, Ian was not far away.
***
Arachne’s Mirror Labyrinth.
More people gathered than last time at the news that the fifth S-rank Awakened was entering an A-rank Gate. Because of this, even the police and military were mobilized as control personnel this time.
“You must not come any closer! Please maintain order!”
While the police shouted until their voices cracked, Vermouth finished all preparations.
“Will this really be enough?”
Vermouth had informed the Management Bureau that he did not need any auxiliary items.
“Yes, this will be enough.”
Instead, he donned the attire and weapons he had brought himself, and dressed like that, he brought to mind a certain profession that appears in games.
“A Holy Knight!”
As Yoon So-ra, whose mouth had been itching to speak, shouted it out, exclamation marks popped up above the heads of the people nearby. It was true; right now, Vermouth looked like a Holy Knight.
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