Chapter 391 – Age of Confusion (7)

Chapter 391 – Age of Confusion (7)

Han-Yeol quickly composed himself, thanks in part to Tia’s tough love, but also because he wasn't a weak person. The surprise of seeing the White Dragon had momentarily caught him off guard, but that was all.

Focusing his senses on the mana the White Dragon exuded, Han-Yeol discerned that its abilities were, at the very least, top-class.

“W-What?!”

“Hoho~ You just realized, master?” teased Tia.

“H-How can this be...?”

The White Dragon's mana didn't initially seem remarkable to him, which was the source of his surprise. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. However, Han-Yeol could sense something unique within its seemingly average mana.

What he detected from the dragon’s mana was none other than...

Wooong!

“Kiyuu?”

Flap! Flap! Flap!

“Kiyu! Kiyuuu!”

The White Dragon initially appeared wary, sticking closely to Mavros. However, after Han-Yeol used Restore, the dragon suddenly raised its head and flapped its wings, flying toward him.

Of course, the dragon couldn't fly far since it had just been born moments ago.

“Kiyu! Kiyu!”

The White Dragon clung to Han-Yeol’s hand, rubbing its face against his hand as if seeking comfort from its mother. It looked genuinely happy during this interaction.

“As expected...” Han-Yeol remarked.

“Hoho~ Congratulations, master. You've gained a new pet without using your skill.”

“Ah, thanks.”

‘A divine creature...’ Han-Yeol pondered, curious and concerned about the changes that would unfold from this fateful encounter.

Despite the uncertainty, he wasn't scared, as he regarded such meetings as precious.

‘I’m responsible for you now that you’ve become my pet,’ he thought.

“Kiyu! Kiyuuu!”

The White Dragon continued to rub its face against Han-Yeol’s hand, and he looked down at it with warm, gentle eyes.

***

That was how the White Dragon became a part of Han-Yeol’s family.

While having such a young, weak creature join his family might be considered a burden, that was not the case at all. The White Dragon, akin to mythical creatures like the Pegasus or Unicorn, was destined to become a formidable ally once it matured. Hence, Han-Yeol was more than pleased to welcome the White Dragon with open arms.

“Kiyu! Kiyuuu!”

The White Dragon seemed to have fully acknowledged Han-Yeol as its parent, rubbing its face on him even without using Restore. Yet, he occasionally used Restore, as the White Dragon appeared to love it, clinging to his hand and slurping up Restore at every opportunity.

“You’re so cute, Dragonie!” Han-Yeol exclaimed, watching the dragon slurp up his mana.

Not having settled on a name for the White Dragon, he temporarily called it Dragonie. Han-Yeol intended to give his first divine creature a name that exuded divinity, so he decided to take his time choosing one.

Han-Yeol, currently relaxing in the mansion’s back garden with the White Dragon, was addressed by Tia.

“Hoho~ You seem to like your new child, master.”

Flinching, Han-Yeol replied, “Hahaha... What are you talking about? I like all of you.”

He started sweating profusely at her remark. While he did dote on Mavros as always, he couldn't help but give a bit more attention to the White Dragon these days.

In his defense, the White Dragon clung to him twenty-four-seven, leaving him with no choice but to give it more attention compared to the others. This was a different side of him that even he did not know existed.

His first move involved summoning the entire Gurkha raid party and heading to Yeouido, where South Korea’s parliament was situated. Following this, he reached out to news outlets and broadcasting stations, announcing his intention to host a press conference.

Beep!

[BREAKING NEWS! Lee Han-Yeol Hunter is holding a press conference at 3 PM today!]

[The press conference will be held at the Yeouido Neighborhood Park!]

[All reporters are requested to go to the park at this instant!]

News outlets and broadcasting stations mobilized every available reporter, regardless of leave, vacation, or sickness. The mere mention of Lee Han-Yeol and the press conference served as sufficient justification for the urgent summons.

For reporters, Han-Yeol was a prime target, and securing a scoop before others virtually guaranteed a promotion. Conversely, tardiness in reporting anything related to him risked a news outlet falling behind its competitors.

Despite thirty minutes remaining until the clock struck three, the park was already bustling with reporters.

Murmur! Murmur!

Yeouido Neighborhood Park, often frequented by celebrities, had a substantial number of reporters, including those who camped at the park for exclusive shots of celebrities.

“Where is Lee Han-Yeol Hunter?”

“There’s still twenty-nine minutes left before three, senior.”

“Ah... This is so annoying... Why did he choose this place, of all places, to hold a press conference?”

Not every reporter was a Han-Yeol enthusiast, and a senior reporter exemplified this sentiment. He was uninterested in promotions; his sole motivation for becoming a reporter was capturing images of celebrities and girl group idols up-close.

Regularly stationed at the park, eagerly anticipating celebrity sightings, the sudden decision by Han-Yeol to host the press conference there irked him. His news desk compelled him to cover the event, an assignment he found infuriating, diverting his focus from his favored celebrities.

As the clock struck three o’ one, the press conference was set to begin.

Whiiiing!

The sound of an EV resonated as a black, top-of-the-range supercar arrived in front of the park. A luxurious, handcrafted bespoke supercar, there was only one person in South Korea who owned that specific model from that brand.

Recognizing the car, reporters immediately identified the owner.

“Lee Han-Yeol Hunter is here!”

The crowd at the park grew rowdy upon realizing his arrival.

Han-Yeol leisurely exited his car, walking into the park with the Gurkha raid party forming a human barricade to prevent the crowd from reaching him. Reaching the stage set up for him, he grabbed the mic.

“Hello, I want to first thank each and every one of you for coming at such short notice,” Han-Yeol greeted, initiating the press conference.

This was his usual starting point, and the reporters were accustomed to it by now. However, what he said next completely caught them off guard.

“I also want to apologize for hosting a press conference to deliver such news, but I, Lee Han-Yeol, can no longer bear to watch the incompetent and corrupt government and Hunters’ Association. Therefore, I am here today to deliver a stern warning against them.”

“W-What did he just say...?”

“What?!”

“Did I hear him correctly just now...?”

“I... I think I heard him right, but...”

Most of the reporters were not expecting anything special that day, so they came without many expectations and were unprepared. It was akin to the Korean Forces caught off guard when the North Korean Forces swarmed south during the Korean War. This wasn't just a scoop; it was a bombshell announcement from Han-Yeol. No, it wasn't an announcement; it was a declaration of war against the South Korean Government and the South Korean Hunters’ Association!

“This is not some sort of joke or a verbal warning. As some of you might be aware, I have attended the funeral for the raid party and our soldiers who went missing at the DMZ,” Han-Yeol continued.

“Ah...”

“Right, he was there.”

“That was quite the issue at that time, right?”

“Even Princess Tayarana and Prince Mujahid came all the way from Egypt to pay their respects, right?”

“Lee Han-Yeol Hunter looked quite serious at that time... He didn’t say much, so I thought he was just there to pay respects to his friend’s friend...”

“No way! Was he thinking about this since that time...?!”