Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 164: 164-Let’s Talk About Death

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Im Ilseong and Kim Hyeonki walked into the lobby of Hotel Naru. A grand space met them, but the exquisiteness of such buildings had stopped to baffle them for a long time now. They walked up to the receptionist, a lady who seemed to be in her early twenties, and got straight to what had brought them there in the first place. “Good morning, sirs,” the receptionist greeted. “What can I assist you with?” Kim Hyeonki took the initiative. “We’re here to meet with Greta Kaufmann,” he said. “Can you let them know we’re here?” The receptionist’s brows jumped up. “Ah. Mr. Im Ilseong and Mr. Kim Hyeonki?” She sounded very elated. Then she bowed deeply. “Thank you for all you do to keep us citizens safe. We may not mention it, but we are all truly grateful.” Im Ilseong felt a small lump in his throat at those words. It had been a while since he’d felt like he had actually managed to do anything to keep anyone safe. His students were constantly placed in the midst of danger, and he couldn’t even manage to keep his own staff safe. He was undeserving of her thanks. “Ms. Greta did let us know about your arrival,” the young lady continued. Then she turned to another staff member, who was standing some few steps away, sneaking glances at the two men of renown in the world of Mages. “Will you take them to her, John?” John nodded and hurried over. “Right this way, please?” Im Ilseong and Kim Hyeonki followed behind the lad, and they were led into the hotel’s restaurant. Just like the lounge, it too was a splendid sight to behold, ensuring the exquisiteness of the hotel was not even for a second in doubt. But the most fascinating sight of it all, was that it was overlooking the Han river. This wasn’t news to Im Ilseong. But staring at the river just on the other side of the window panes of the restaurant reminded him of how things had escalated with the Blackguards in the past few days, and the death of Dmitri Volkov. Regardless of what the man had been involved in, he was still not only a lecturer at Prestige Academy, but Nikolai’s brother. Im Ilseong had lived in the presence of death before, and yet he was still unsure how to break the news to Nikolai. “There she is,” the lad said, gesturing at a lady seated at the end of the restaurant, close to the window, her legs crossed as she filled her mouth with the food before her. “Thank you,” Kim Hyeonki said, patting the lad on his shoulder. Then he walked towards Greta Kaufmann. Im Ilseong did the same. Not long later, they arrived before the lovely lady. She raised her green eyes to behold them, picking up a napkin to wipe her relatively thin lips. Then she tucked a strand of her quite short light-brown hair behind her ears, and for some reason, that action made her straight pronounced nose and her strong jawline unmistakable. “Welcome,” she said, smoothening her white blouse. Then she gestured at the seats across from her. “If you will?” Kim Hyeonki and Im Ilseong cleared their throats in sync before settling down into their seats. They took a brief glance at themselves, the discussion they’d had in the past few days and while in the car, replaying in their heads as they decided which route they would take the conversation. The first thing was to be polite. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Greta Kaufmann. I hope your flight was well.” “Miss,” she corrected. Im Ilseong pursed his lips and nodded. “That is my mistake, Ms. Greta.” “Please, call me Greta,” she said. “As for my flight. Köln to Seoul is quite the distance. I was just one second away from jet lag before we landed, thankfully. Besides that and the fact that I had to starve myself for about twenty hours, it was good, thank you.” Hyeonki blinked. “My experiences made me believe that food is usually served in planes.” “Oh, they are,” she replied. “But they could have been poisoned. You can never be too careful in this line of business.” Hyeonki and Ilseong exchanged looks, then glanced at the empty plates before her and slightly tilted t