The Artist Who Paints Dungeon-Chapter 118

The next day, the woman’s senior in charge asked,

“Did you have a good time at the gallery yesterday?”

“Yes...?”

“Because your name was on the list.”

“Oh, yes.”

The woman nodded.

“It seems like you were severely beaten up at the initiation ceremony, but you had a good time.”

“Huh? Initiation ceremony?”

The curator in charge tilted his head.

“What? You got on the elevator at 4:44?”

“...Yes, I’m sorry. I should have memorized it properly....”

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m not saying anything.”

The curator in charge continued with a small smile.

“I’m the curator assigned to the first floor. I asked the people who were working overtime yesterday, and they said they didn’t really get it out. They also said they didn’t press the rescue request button.”

“Ah....”

“I didn’t hear that you were found breathing in the elevator this morning, so I guess someone on another floor pulled you out. What floor curator were you? I should be grateful.”

“Uh, you were on the 5th floor. Thanks to you, I got to see the most dangerous gallery.”

“...5th floor?”

“...Yes? Yes.”

“.......”

The curator in charge had a faint smile on his face, as if he were a smiling merchant, but his reaction was strange.

The curator in charge said to the woman who was waiting for an answer, looking around.

“But do you know that?”

“What, what?”

“There was no curator who worked overtime on the 5th floor yesterday.”

“.......”

I got goosebumps.

“...Yes?”

“Oh, kidding, kidding!”

A refreshing laugh. The curator in charge laughed with a face full of laughter.

“If you want to survive in this gallery, you have to know how to take a joke like this.”

“...No, joking...right?”

“No, to be honest, your name wasn’t on the attendance list?”

“Then it’s not a joke...!”

“But there’s someone in our guild who walks around without his name on the list.”

“...Ah....”

“Didn’t you hear from Yoo Seong-woon yesterday? He said he told you something?”

The woman nodded.

“I, I heard. Sergio.”

“Yes, Sergio.”

The curator in charge grinned.

“Wow, you’re lucky. I heard Sergio hasn’t been seen much lately.”

“Oh... You don’t come out often? Isn’t he a curator?”

“He’s not a curator, but you can think of him as a special force for our guild.”

“I heard from Yoo Seong-woon... So you don’t have a set job?”

“The most important job of the guild members who collect is the guild leader’s collection.”

“...Why all of a sudden?”

“First of all, Sergio, you’re doing your job as a collectible.”

“...That, is that okay? Isn’t it a bit too much to eat...?”

“Actually.”

The curator whispered, lowering her voice as if she was trying to hide it.

“There’s a story that he’s a hidden S-class hunter.”

“...S, S-class? One of the few in the country...?”

“He’s lying and saying he’s an A-class because he hates being noisy.”

“Isn’t that illegal??”

“Hey, why bother with that? This is a collectible.”

“Uh...uh, uh...uh....”

“Our guild leader can do this much for the members of the guild. Doesn’t that make you feel a sense of pride?”

The curator shrugged. She pointed to the stuffed rabbit doll she was in charge of.

“Come on, pat our caregiver’s head. It’s so fluffy and cute.”

“...Is it okay to pat it like this?”

“Yes, you did a great job. If you do this, there’s a very low chance that it’ll give you a piece.”

“You said that’s like a gift that the artwork gives you?”

“Sometimes it’s a curse... but the caregiver is a gentle artwork, so that won’t happen. Yes, it’s a gift.”

“What kind of gift does this doll give you?”

“Oh, a doll for the caregiver? Please be careful what you say.”

“Oh, yes. What kind of gifts does the caregiver give you?”

“They give you flowers that smell good, or a sewing kit that can fix any clothes.”

“Oh....”

“Isn’t it cute?”

“It’s cute.”

After a brief education, the curator returned to the topic from earlier.

“Oh, Sergio opened the door for our junior. That’s surprising.”

“But he’s the same employee, so what’s surprising about that...?”

“Employees are employees. Sergio doesn’t like crowds, so he usually hangs out at dawn when there are no people.”

“But he’s really kind.”

“.......”

The curator asked back.

“Was he kind?”

“Yes? Oh, yes, yes. He was really kind.”

“Um... Mr. Geo, he’s a really handsome guy, isn’t he?”

“Ah....”

The woman nodded.

“Now that I think about it, that’s true. He was really handsome.”

It felt a little strange.

“I guess I was so surprised and scared at dawn that I didn’t even think he was handsome.”

“Everyone who meets Sergio says that. They think he’s handsome later.”

The curator’s eyes sparkled.

“But how handsome is he? I haven’t even seen his face, but why do you say he’s a statuesque handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes? He looks like he smells like sunshine.”

“You described him in such detail, even though you haven’t even seen his face... I think that’s right. He must have some Western blood, because his nose is really high. His eyes are also big.”

“Oh....”

The curator, who was impressed, muttered softly.

“Is that how you are these days?”

“......?”

“Hmm, not bad.”

“...No matter how handsome you are, it’s hard to judge someone like that....”

“Oh my, am I that rude?”

The curator laughed heartily.

“I heard that Geo sometimes gets gloomy.”

“...I can’t imagine that at all.”

“He has such a heavy aura, many people say he’s scary.”

“Ah... definitely....”

He was someone who matched well with the all-white gallery, but he had a strange feeling.

“...Is it because he’s so handsome? He seemed like he wasn’t from this world. He felt distant.”

“Mr. Geo is so friendly, but why are the reactions like this?”

“I know you were kind to me. He even gave me chocolate so I wouldn’t have to go the other way because I was tired.”

“Yes, yes. That’s Mr. Geo. He carries snacks in his pocket like a squirrel.”

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“You think it doesn’t suit you.”

The curator, who had placed a pink bag in the hands of the fluffy stuffed animal, asked.

“What did it feel like?”

“.......”

“A guy named Sergio.”

Unlike before, his voice was a little lower in tone, and the woman thought of the man she had seen at dawn.

“...It’s strange, but the first thing that came to mind was that he was perfect.”

The moment he came into view, the world felt full.

Just as it is hard to disparage the sunlight shining down on a spring day, and as it is impossible to find fault with the cool waves of summer. It was the same feeling as when you just absentmindedly listen to a lullaby sung by a mother of a child or a superstition passed down from generation to generation in a village.

You can find faults if you want, and you can criticize if you want, but you don’t necessarily feel like doing so. Even if you tear the leather, bleed, or have any kind of blemish, you can call it complete. A being that makes you think you are simply observing the flow of history.

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“It must be a bit strange to think that way the moment you met me?”

“...I think it could be like that if you first saw someone of S-class rank.”

“If I’m not weird, then that’s fortunate.”

He laughed awkwardly and continued.

“His speech was a bit unusual. Should I say it was old-fashioned? Or should I say it was elegant... Honestly, he spoke so politely that it was a bit difficult to handle.”

Sergio’s speech was a bit choppy.

“Should I say it was like someone who had a bad translation machine? It’s not like I thought it was strange, but I was a little scared because I was so scared.”

“Well... he really could be a Western hunter. It’s clear that he has strong blood from that side, right? We don’t know exactly where the guild leader recruited him.”

“Then maybe he’s not used to speaking Korean yet. But it’s not like it’s really strange, but rather he suits me well... That’s a little...”

It was scary.

“Is it because he’s so handsome that he doesn’t look like a human?”

I felt a sense of discomfort somewhere.

“Yes, well. That’s what happened.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Just... that he’s incredibly friendly?”

But I felt distant in that part too. Something was strange.

“A favor is a favor, but rather than treating me well out of personal feelings....”

“What? What? You wanted to develop a personal relationship?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. You know that.”

“If favor isn’t a personal feeling, then what is?”

“...That’s right?”

I realized that I was strange even after saying that.

“Oh, what I meant was, of course I didn’t mean that it was hypocritical or that the favor he showed me was fake. Really.”

“I didn’t understand it that way.”

“What I was trying to say was... The favor Sergio shows is not like a person who is a bit detached, um... It’s not like it’s something you give and receive normally... This is....”

It’s really strange, but.

“It just seemed like a favor I gave because I’m human.”

A favor given without any conditions, just because I was born human.

So it felt like indifference... .

“...No, it’s not that I felt bad. Rather, I think it was good. I think it was the first time I met someone who showed me kindness without any consideration, so I was embarrassed....”

I felt embarrassed because I felt like I had received something so huge without doing anything.

“Sergio, you’re a first-class citizen, right? Oh, did I ask something too obvious?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I think so.”

“Somehow, I felt a sense of dignity in his actions. It didn’t feel Korean, but....”

There was an atmosphere that made me naturally admire him.

“He was very relaxed, but his words and actions had a sense of weight. He definitely didn’t have a friendly vibe, but I could definitely tell that he was sociable. He also had a mysterious feeling, like a prince in a fairy tale.”

The curator in charge smiled sinisterly at the woman’s words.

“Oh, honey. Are you going to confess to me?”

“...You asked for a review, didn’t you...?”

“I’m going to go that far, I didn’t expect that.”

The curator smiled cheerfully.

“Anyway, I’m glad that you’re doing well, my junior.”

“Can I consider this as a possibility of becoming a regular employee...?”

“The gallery is so short on manpower that if there’s no major incident, you’ll be confirmed as a regular employee.”

“That would be really great, but I’m worried because I have many shortcomings.”

“What are you worried about? You’re the one who talked well in front of Mr. Sergio.”

“Oh... Is that how the standard is measured?”

“People must be really creepy.”

The curator smiled with wide eyes.

“Get along well, with your staff....”

“... ....”

“With your artwork.”

It was a tone that had a strange resonance.

‘... Ah.’

The woman suddenly remembered that the curator Yoo Seong-un she had seen yesterday had the same smile.

Those eyes, strangely curved, with emotions that could be either good or bad.

“.......”

Then she realized that the curators here had a similar atmosphere to the gallery.

“...I will work hard.”

Should I call it mysterious or bizarre?

She wasn’t sure.

“Honey.”

“Kur.”

“Dad, I gained confidence.”

The problem with the haunted portrait was the resolution. If you go beyond the frame while it’s a portrait, there’s a resolution problem, and people complain about the burden of recognizing it.

And now that I’ve completely become one with ‘Giovanni’, who had solved that problem up until now. I wondered, ‘Will I still be able to walk around without any resolution problems?’ and went outside...

“I had a conversation with the staff without any friction.”

I was so touched that I even gave him the chocolate I had been saving up like pocket money.

After giving it to him, I thought, ‘Huh? If I do this, won’t they find out that Black Cloak and I are the same person?’ but I brushed it off. Geo, who grew up receiving plenty of the clear energy of the Gangwon-do mountains, didn’t know how to think deeply.

“I wish I could make a new friend like this.”

“Kurur.”

“My own pen pal....”

“...Kkuk.”

Honey didn’t tackle him because he looked quite happy.