The S-Classes That I Raised [EN]: Chapter 536

“I’ll just watch this and go to sleep. I usually sleep better with the TV on.”

Yerim said, plugging an earphone into one ear. As soon as she boarded the plane, Evelyn asked me and Chief Song to take good care of the Guild Master and went to her single seat. She added that it would be better to sleep before arriving, considering the time difference in the US.

As Evelyn said, we would arrive in the US around the afternoon, so about two hours after the plane took off, I sent the kids to their seats to get some sleep. Saying ‘seats’ is an understatement; it was practically a room. The bed was quite spacious, and there was a separate chair.

“I don’t need to sleep.”

Following Yerim, I forcibly pushed my younger brother, who asked if he could stay with me, into the bed. Yerim looked almost like a double in a super single [a slightly larger single bed], but Yoohyun was just a single. Still, Chief Song should be able to sleep comfortably in this space.

“Who knows when we’ll get to rest like this again. I at least have my Drawer, but you guys don’t.”

You should rest when you can. Let’s sleep quietly, I said, covering them with blankets. The Drawer of Myeongwoo’s Smithy or the King of No Harm is really nice because it’s a comfortable resting place that you can use anytime. Mine is still hard to recharge, so I have to conserve it, but I was grateful to the King of No Harm again. I wish he had given one to each of the kids. Judging by the numbers on them, there must be a lot.

I closed Yoohyun’s seat door and went to my seat.

“Gyeol, did you brush your teeth well?”

– Yes.

“Peace, paw.”

– Kkiang.

After wiping Peace’s paws with dog wipes, I put him on the bed. Since Gyeol was small, I put a cushion next to the pillow to use as a bed.

“Gyeol, are you really going to attend the party with Seong Hyunjae? It could be dangerous, really. So it’s okay if you go home now. You can go with Yoon Yoon. Yerim said she would switch teams for you.”

Yerim said that if Gyeol went home, she would team up with Seong Hyunjae. Evelyn refused to be on the same team as the Guild Master, and she felt sorry to entrust Seong Hyunjae to Chief Song. At my words, Gyeol shook his head.

– I talked to Bbyak too.

“…Huh? With Bbyak? You can communicate?”

-With feelings. Bbyak is watching the broadcast, and if Dad or Gyeol is in danger, he will come. Gyeol is small, so he can teleport with Bbyak.

It would be nice if Bbyak helped, but with feelings? Still, if Gyeol gets kidnapped or something, if I ask him to go to Bbyak… would it work? No, the US is too far in the first place. He struggled when he came to Hong Kong before.

“…Gyeol, you’re really not going to get hurt, are you?”

-Yes! That’s my trait. I can’t hurt others, but others can’t hurt me either. …So I can’t protect either.

I stroked the sulking fairy dragon’s head with my finger.

“You don’t have to protect. It’s most important that you’re safe.”

-Then Dad should do that too!

“Dad is an adult.”

Gyeol’s face was full of dissatisfaction. I coaxed Gyeol to sleep, patted Peace, and went outside. There was also a wine bar in one corner of the small lounge. This plane was different from the pink private jet from before. How many private jets does he have? Haeyeon also had a private jet, but if we had to move together as a team anyway, it was better to spend someone else’s money. And I might break it again.

How safe would an airport swarming with S-Ranks be? I should save Haeyeon Guild’s assets. Instead, we were planning to use our own private jets on the way back. Dodam doesn’t have one yet, so I’ll take Haeyeon’s. Chief Song… Haeyeon would be better than Seseong, right? What if he insists on taking a regular passenger plane? I should just kidnap him.

“Chief Song, you should sleep too. You must have been very busy lately.”

I went to Song Taewon, who was sitting in front of a glass he hadn’t even touched. Seong Hyunjae must have forced it on him, knowing him. But he has good sense, so he must have prepared something that suits Chief Song’s taste. He’s still too strict with himself. I reached out and pushed the glass a little closer to Chief Song.

“It’ll be a while before we arrive in the US. This seems to be Breaker’s wine.”

“I mixed it appropriately.”

Seong Hyunjae said, picking up a wine bottle from inside the bar.

“Our businessman seems to be making a solid profit this time as well.”

The reason why Moon Hyuna left earlier than us was because of that. The party, the broadcast, and the US. It was an opportunity to heavily promote the wine that was known at the Japan meeting.

“I’m curious about the reaction of Breaker’s sponsors.”

“Not as Breaker’s Guild Master, but as Moon Hyuna herself, she could become a big player in the liquor industry. Not as a hunter who used to be an athlete, but as a businesswoman versus a businessman, her position will be very different from the present.”

I don’t know well, but it seemed that they would impose conditions such as disclosing the manufacturing method after a certain period of exclusive rights in the United States. Since similar types of alcohol would inevitably come out someday, it was better to give up what they could give up and quickly obtain sales permission.

Besides, what Hyuna wants is the independence of the guild, not the wine business. Even now, she occasionally complains to me that it doesn’t suit her at all.

“Now, Chief Song. Did you bring your pajamas?”

He said, tapping the glass with his fingertips.

“What about toothpaste and toothbrush?”

“…I did bring those.”

“Then drink up and go in.”

“Or it would be nice to enjoy it with me while the kids are asleep.”

Chief Song picked up the glass.

“Are you both going to sleep?”

“I’m going to sleep. Seong Hyunjae will probably sleep too if he’s left alone and bored. Don’t worry until we arrive in the US. What can I do on a plane?”

Of course, he has to be quiet for fear of dropping the plane. Even for an S-Rank, crossing the Pacific Ocean with bare hands is not something to do. Song Taewon, who emptied his glass in one gulp, got up from his seat. His face was already shadowed with worry.

“I bought new toothpaste at my house, and it’s really good. Shall I lend it to you?”

“It’s okay.”

After Song left, Seong Hyunjae said that Chief Song uses bamboo salt toothpaste. How does he know?

“Did you break into Chief Song’s house or something?”

“I’ve been on overseas business trips with him.”

You were forced out because of your house. He’s talking like a work colleague.

“Your toothpaste is a bit sweet, but your taste is the opposite.”

“It was for Han Yoojin.”

Is he treating me like a kid? Well, I was entrusted to be protected. Seong Hyunjae handed me a glass. I sat on the chair, propped my chin, and looked up at Seong Hyunjae.

“What do you mean, Elder?”

The dark moon-like eyes were slightly distorted.

“Old people always have long words of advice. Is it because of the long years they’ve spent?”

“Let’s exchange one by one. I’ll tell you one thing about me too.”

“I know everything if it’s something ordinary.”

“Chief Song, there’s a stalker here.”

Oh, Chief Song is also a victim.

“Besides me and Chief Song, is there anyone else I should report to your house? I’m going to make a stalker victim meeting.”

“Of course, there isn’t.”

That’s a relief. Come to think of it, Seong Hyunjae can also be said to be a victim of Crescent Moon’s stalker. That side is much more vicious. Seong Hyunjae stared at me quietly before opening his mouth.

“Maintaining me is not an easy task.”

“…I guess so. You’ve already been in danger.”

“So Seong Hyunjae must always be Seong Hyunjae first. If I can’t put myself first, I’ll be pushed out.”

If he can’t endure and climb to the top, will he be swallowed by the things piled up under his feet?

“Is that… lonely?”

“It’s not bad to prioritize yourself. It’s also desirable. But people sometimes devote their entire lives to falling into something. Commonly known as love, friendship. Or it could be work or a hobby.”

“…There are many people who just live ordinary lives.”

Even as I said that, I felt lonely. People who are passionate about anything feel enjoyable just by watching them from the side. There must be a big difference between not doing it and not being able to do it at all.

“And even in everyday life.”

Seong Hyunjae tilted the bottle towards the glass in front of him.

“It’s not uncommon to prioritize others in small ways. Like feeding your child even one more bite. That’s one of the delights of human relationships.”

“…Seong Hyunjae, you also take care of others in your own way. Like Chief Song’s birthday present.”

“Fortunately, they are grains of sand to me.”

Ah, yes. He evaporates the feeling of pity in an instant. Is he saying that he’s so good that he can’t even call most things a sacrifice? A mouse rushing at a fox to protect its companion is a great sacrifice, but a lion just yawns once.

“What about the last time you were scolded?”

“One by one, it was.”

Tch. But even if I said two or three, he wouldn’t tell me. At the gaze that it was my turn this time, I took a sip of alcohol and opened my mouth.

“Well, I.”

I.

“I don’t know how to like myself.”

Everyone worries about me and tries to take care of me. I wanted to respond to that too.

“I still can’t. I know my worth, but I can’t do more than that calculation.”

I know what Han Yoojin did well. I know he worked hard. I thought he deserved to be treated well and recognized.

“That it can be taken out [understood/accepted].”

Seong Hyunjae continued in an unnecessarily kind voice.

“It also means that you are ready to change.”

“…I hope so. If nothing else, I feel sorry for the people who like me.”

“The flight time is long, so it’s okay to get moderately drunk.”

“No, I have to sleep.”

I emptied my glass and got up from my seat. After washing up and going to my seat, Peace, who was still awake, wagged his tail. I stroked Peace, lay down, and turned off the light.

After tossing and turning for a while, I felt like memories were about to be clearly visible inside my eyelids, so I opened my eyes again. Many things have changed and will continue to change. But there were also things that didn’t change. Even if I turned back time, the past that was fixed for me would remain. …Liking is, it can’t be possible. How can I.

I still couldn’t forgive myself.

As the landing time approached, Yoohyun’s expression hardened. Not only did he sit next to me, but he also half-hugged me, clearly showing that he was in a bad mood. Yerim, unable to watch any longer, kicked Yoohyun’s leg in annoyance.

“Do you think you’re the only one worried about Uncle!”

Yoohyun ignored Yerim without even raising an eyebrow. Oh my, even Gyeol was wearing a dying face. A child who wasn’t even a year old sighed repeatedly with a face that had seen the world. In addition to worrying about me, he shuddered from time to time because he hated being with Seong Hyunjae.

-Sigh, sigh, living seems hard after all.

“I told you, you can go home.”

-Dad, when you live, you have to do things you don’t want to do.

…Gyeol, how long have you lived? Chief Song was also full of worries, and even Seong Hyunjae didn’t seem to be in a good mood. Evelyn even ate separately and tried to stay only in her seat as much as possible.

Why is the atmosphere like this? It’s like going to a funeral, not a party. Well, it is a funeral home.

“Yoohyun, Chatterbox is responsible for my safety.”

I said, patting the arm of my brother who was hugging me.

“He said he would never kill me, right? I’m more worried about you guys.”

“Hyung……”

[Hyung, Yoohyun really wants to swallow Hyung whole!]

Irin came up on my hand and said. Yeah, he’d rather end it than fall apart. My brother is kind, he’s holding back well.

“If it wasn’t for the plane, I would have jumped off.”

Yerim grumbled and plopped down on the sofa. Even though she said that, she was still showing that she was worried about me. She must be deliberately trying not to add to this gloom, but it was still ingrained in her. The most threatened by a bad atmosphere is a young child living as a dependent. Trying to change the atmosphere, or becoming as quiet as a mouse. It was a kind of instinctive survival strategy. Our house was our biological parents, though.

“Yerim, here.”

I took out a pendant from my inventory and handed it to Yerim. It was the egg of the Water Spirit. Irin raised his tail sharply and was displeased.

“It’s better for you to have it now.”

Ismual said that it would wake up soon even without my help, and then it would be better to keep it by the contractor. Yerim took the pendant, saying, ‘Really?’

“Myeongwoo made a string for it. The string itself is strong, and the spirit’s egg won’t break, so you can keep wearing it.”

“Yes! It’s pretty.”

Yerim, who put the pendant around her neck, smiled brightly and caressed the subtly shining egg. Irin, who was staring at it, turned his body and returned to Yoohyun.

If the Water Spirit is born, wouldn’t they fight every day?

Not long after, the landing announcement came on.