My Dad Is Too Strong

Class F crack located in Myeongil-dong, Gangdong-gu, Goblin Forest.

If you go into the corner of the crack, you will see a field where various vegetables grow, unlike other places where dense trees are located. Cucumber, pumpkin, tomato......... and the spirit gained from Dojun!

Whoo-hoo!

Kiriel gave a mana to . A white light came out of the mana-stained rainstone, and began to wander the fields and spray water.

Rainstone replaced the role of spring clutter, which is commonly used by farmers.

Like this, Kiriel came to the field instead of Hakase and sprinkled water on it when the cart bar was empty.

Ouch!

I heard from Hakase.

The Rainstone is said to be originally the exclusive property of the Spirits.

I don't know how Byul had the Rainstone, but it's good to see that it's now in their hands and that's how they're helping out.

But if the King of Spirits caught me wearing a rain stone, that day would be a big trouble.

"As long as you don't get caught, you're out of business."

It was a wise saying in Mr. Overrod's life.

***

Tadak.

In the crack management department's office.

Only the sound of keyboard beating and mouse clicking are heard.

After lunch, when people are drowsy. The automatic door of the quiet office opens and a woman comes in. Kang Chul-soo, who was coming out of the kitchen with coffee in his hand, faltered when he saw the woman's beauty.

"......Excuse me, how did you get here?"

As if she wasn't interested in Kang Chul-soo, she moved slightly to the side.

When he found Do-jun standing up with his laptop folded and his suit jacket taken, he smiled broadly and waved slightly. And Dojun approached Kang Chul-soo and said,

"I'm going in. Chief."

"Huh? Well, yeah. You were glad to see me this afternoon, right?"

As Do-jun nodded and went outside the automatic door, the woman followed him.

Dojun and woman whose automatic doors are closed, and seen over transparent glass. Dojun was looking at his watch after pressing the elevator button, and the woman smiled and spoke to him.

Anyone can tell that the woman was an acquaintance of Dojun.

Thing.

Let's go down the elevator,

Each person in the office added a word.

"Is he a model?"

"Wow... ...did you just see it? That's amazing."

The languid atmosphere swelled in a moment.

***

"Um... ...what is this?"

a cafe in Bangbae-dong

Ragheim asked, looking at the many kinds of things hanging on the menu.

She, who is not familiar with Hangeul, asked Do-joon questions with her fingers one by one, and whenever that happened, Do-jun calmly explained it without showing any signs of annoyance.

"Read Americano. Wouldn't it be a little bitter for you to drink?"

"A lot?"

"For your information, Yong-yong spits out a lot while eating."

at the stern reply of Dojun

Ragheim burst into laughter when he imagined Yong-yong spitting out while drinking Americano. Come to think of it, Yong-yong seems to have eaten something bitter in the past.

"What are you going to eat?"

"I'm going to drink Americano."

"Then I'll have the same one."

The two iced Americanos I ordered quickly came out.

Holding his drink, Dojun went out to the terrace on the first floor. Ragheim smelled the black liquid in the cup. The savory scent hovered around the tip of Ragheim's nose.

After a sip of straw, Dojun's words tasted bitter.

Ragheim frowned a little. But it wasn't enough to spit it out. In addition, it tasted like addiction, so I thought it might be better than I thought.

"But why did people keep staring at us earlier?"

When you order,

People inside the cafe kept peeping at Ragheim and Dojun with a side glance. Of course, it was also because of Ragheim's appearance and figure, but there were other important reasons. Do-jun sighed as he looked at Ragheim tilting his head as if he really didn't know.

"It's probably because you keep calling me Master."

In general, society rarely uses the title of master.

I don't know in the old days when there was an identity system, but in modern times, it's ostensibly gone. Naturally, there was very little to call 'master,' and people eventually deluded themselves in a strange direction.

"Is that strange?"

"No, thanks."

Dojun decided to let it go. It was strange to explain this and that now, and it was unlikely that Ragheim would change the title. And Dojun, whether he's the owner or by name, didn't care much.

"Ah!"

A child passing by the street.

I missed the string of the balloon I was holding in my hand.

The balloon was caught on the branch of the tree, and the child was about to burst into tears as if he were about to burst into tears, watching the balloon hanging from the dangling wood of the dae-rong. A person who appears to be the mother of the child approaches and raises his head and looks toward the side where the balloon hangs.

"Why didn't you carry it around well?"

"Well, but......... Argh!"

The branch where the balloon is hung is three meters high.

The child's mother sighed as if in trouble. That height was difficult to remove unless a stick or ladder was used.

But then, a strange thing happened.

Dongsil.

Isn't the balloon suddenly going down, and coming back into the child's hand?

In addition, the filaments tied to the balloon were tightly wrapped in the child's hand.

"Ooh! The balloon is back!"

"......what's going on?"

The child's mother opened her mouth when something unbelievable happened.

Having recovered the balloon, the child held his mother's hand tightly, feeling better.

"You're very kind."

When Do-joon watched with a smile with his mother's chin on her chin as she walked back to the sidewalk chattering, Ragheim felt warm-hearted. Although he has such overwhelming power that no one dare to confront him, Dojun has always felt this way.

So, isn't everyone leaving Dojun's side?

Not for fear of his strength, but just for sincerely admiring and following Dojun.

"Do Earthlings Know? Because of the presence of their masters, they can maintain such a tranquil life."

"......."

"Without you, the Earth would have been destroyed. I know. There's been a lot of strong men on Earth in the world of the heart. Didn't your master take care of you every time?"

Dojun didn't answer anything about it.

As Ragheim said, those who have evil hearts among those who have risen from the world of the world of hearts have been destroyed by the great Dojun. It was a real hassle. If the S-class hunters were able to win against the world's strongest minds, they would not have stepped up.

"I think people in the world should recognize you and appreciate you."

Ragheim mumbled, pouting his lips, if he had a slight complaint.

Feeling like a grumpy child, Do-jun smiled.

It was cute to complain sincerely as if it was my own business.

"Because you know, that's enough."

No matter who knows.

Dojun didn't care much.

The important thing is that the world is peaceful now.

He was quite satisfied with his current "normal" life.

"......."

Ragheim just smiled at Dojun's words.

Yeah, in the first place, Dojun knew he wasn't the kind of person to wish for.

He was more attracted to Dojun because he wasn't a good man hoping for something.

There was a moment of silence.

Ragheim, who had seen the scenery of the streets in his eyes, looked at the street stall restaurant and asked Dojun a question, "Ah!"

"That's right. Is it true that Hakase sells food? Last time he visited me, he said he was doing business."

"Yes, it's been a while. For your information, Kiriel is an employee there."

"If it's Kieriel......... are you talking about the transcendent Kiriel?"

"Yes."

in her memory

The transcendental seat Kiriel did not get along very well with Hakase.

The fact that the two fought almost to the point of death during the Great War was quite famous in the world of Simgye. To define the relationship between the two, in a word, was more of a feud.

"Shall we go there later?'

***

Kiriel was on his way back from the field today.

Unlike Simgye's, growing crops on Earth was quite delicate, so regular care had to be taken, such as spraying water regularly without growing up, or eliminating leaf-eating zombies.

Took

visible from the inside

Kiriel, who threw a translucent blue stone into the sky and was returning to Hakase's cart repeatedly, stopped abruptly. From Kiriel's forehead came a stream of cold sweat. The reason for this was that he ran into Ragheim, the king of the king of spirits.

"Kiriel."

Ragheim frowned.

Of course, it may be because they were hostile during the Great War, but more importantly, because they were in Kiriel's hands. Artifact that Rain's Spirit Reum lost about two months ago. Why is it in Kiriel's hands, not anyone else?

"Uh, uh, eh?"

Kiriel stammered as if he had been quite embarrassed.

Ragheim narrowed his eyes to see the Rain Stone that Kiriel was holding.

"Where did you get that, sir?"

Kiriel rolled his eyes.

"Why, why?"

"That's Rainstone. It's an exclusive property of the Spirits. You'd better answer well. Why, you have the exclusive possession of the Spirits."

"... ...this body, it's just an errand."

"An errand?"

"Yes, sometimes this is the cutting board......... water the fields of Hakase."

Swoosh.

Ragheim turned his head and looked toward the cart bar.

a lighted cart The inside was crowded with customers.

"Can you give me that for a moment?"

"Here you are. By the way, this body, today, only did an errand to receive what was Rain Stone. That's the truth. U.S., I hope you believe me."

"......let me check it out."

Took

Kiriel dropped a rain stone on Ragheim's palm.

Ragheim, who was handed the Rainstone, immediately opened the entrance of the cart bar and pushed it in.

Ragheim? What are you doing here... Well, that's!

Reum lost Rainstone, and you stole it! When I said I wouldn't lend it to you, you ended up doing this!

Ah, no! I didn't steal it! Ragheim, you have time to explain to me... Whoa, whoa!

Hakase almost screamed.