Chapter 338: Punch the Terrifying Honey Man!

Chapter 338: Punch the Terrifying Honey Man! Punch the Terrifying Honey Man!

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“Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.”

At midnight, just as the date changed and ‘Dawn Day’ began.

The woman was walking home through the back alleys of the royal capital, humming happily with a cigarette in her mouth.

This woman, with heavy makeup and revealing clothes, works at a bar.

It’s the kind of place that’s usually open until sunrise.

She also usually works until morning.

But, on this ‘Dawn Day’.

She has a date planned with her beloved man.

That’s why she begged the owner to let her leave early.

As a price for that, she had to endure an embarrassing event of being cheered on by other staff and customers with shouts of “Good luck!”, which made her blush bright red.

The man she’s meeting is quiet and doesn’t talk much...... but he has a gentle and enveloping personality.

He’s a sincere man who properly sees her inner self, despite her flashy appearance that often leads to prejudice.

They didn’t have a good impression of each other when they first met...... but now they are completely in love.

And she sensed that the man would probably try to take their relationship to the next level on this date.

It’s been a while since they started dating, and he’s been secretly preparing something to give to her.

He’s really bad at hiding things, so she easily saw through his actions, but she wouldn’t do anything as insensitive as pointing it out.

What is he trying to do?

There’s no need to even guess.

Surely.

A proposal.

A marriage proposal.

“Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!”

She was in a dreamy state, floating on air.

She was enveloped in happiness.

“............?”

But, however, here.

She suddenly stopped walking.

Under the dim streetlight in the back alley.

She had spotted...... a suspicious man standing alone.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a robe that looked like rags, gaunt and emaciated.

The man was holding a bucket filled with a thick, viscous liquid, muttering something incomprehensible.

(Creepy.)

Instinctively sensing the man’s danger, the woman tried to pass by him while keeping her distance, walking along the edge of the road.

But, at that moment.

The man, who had been muttering while staring at the cobblestones, suddenly looked up.

He made eye contact with her.

And with a creepy, strained expression.

......He grinned.

Here, the woman returned her gaze to the front.

Standing in front of her now is a black-haired, black-eyed girl.

(Ah......)

The woman recognized the girl.

This girl is the one who was playing flower shop in this back alley before.

But her impression is quite different from when she last saw her.

Before, she was dressed as a cute town girl in a skirt and apron.

Now, she’s different.

She’s currently clad in a slender, jet-black, spiky armor-like garment, with occasional flashes of rusty red.

And she’s emitting something like a jet-black haze from her entire body, like steam.

I have to thank her.

I have to thank her.

The woman thought that, but...... fear choked her words.

Her mouth just moved silently.

And...... while this was happening, the situation changed.

Flash!

Flash, flash!!

Suddenly, from the direction of the main street...... the First Plaza.

An extraordinary amount of dazzling purple light was emitted!

“............”

The black-haired, black-eyed girl looked towards the light, pondered for a moment......

And with a single leap.

She effortlessly jumped onto the roof of a building, and started running towards the First Plaza, leaping from roof to roof.

“Ah......”

The girl’s figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Finally, the woman let out a voice.

At that moment, the words that came to her mind.

It was the nickname of a hero that everyone in this country knows.

Black hair, black eyes.

Never spoken of openly.

That hero’s name is.

“”Grim Reaper”......!”

Of course, there’s no way that girl is the Grim Reaper.

But however, those words.

Unintentionally slipped out of her mouth.

That’s how much she couldn’t help but associate her with the Grim Reaper.

The girl’s figure was frightening, intimidating.

And...... dignified, valiant.

The woman’s murmur...... reached no one.

It was swallowed by the quiet darkness of the back alley, and disappeared.