Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Blind Date After 1,901 Years!
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“Wow!”
Coming out of the phone store, Reneah poked and prodded at her new device like a kid with her first present ever.
Meanwhile, Kim Yang—who had done all the heavy lifting—stood there with her arms crossed, letting out a sigh.
“W-Well, it's better not to buy from places like this usually. Risky stuff inside.”
“I know, I get it, but I need to contact him right now. This was the closest spot.”
Of course, we had to reach out to Mr. Han Hyo-jae ASAP. He was probably wondering why there'd been no word yesterday.
“Give me the boss's and Kim Yang's numbers! Gonna save 'em!”
“N-Nowadays, you just bump 'em. Like this—”
The two phones touched, and the numbers swapped for real.
I couldn't help but marvel at the magic of it, and Reneah beamed brightly, holding her phone out to me next.
“Here! Boss's turn!”
“......I don't exchange private numbers with clients, though?”
“B-Boss. Live a little younger.”
Under the stares of both women, I sighed and held out my phone.
I figured it was some cool feature—
“......It's not working?”
The number wouldn't transfer.
I thought maybe Bluetooth needed to be on, but Kim Yang glanced over and clicked her tongue.
“B-Boss's phone ain't compatible. It's an old model. Just swap manually.”
“......”
At Kim Yang's words, Reneah puffed up like a proud grandma right away.
“Told ya to live younger! Geez, who these days types out numbers one by one with all that care?”
“Says the grandma who got her phone five minutes ago.”
“Yeah, but not anymore, right? Milotic's latest model! The mighty Milotic 10! Twice as powerful as your Milotic 5, ain't it?”
She's really making me want a new phone now.
After exchanging numbers, we headed back to the office.
I grabbed the "Out on Dispatch" sign for the door. Checked for messages while we were gone—nada. Disappointing.
“Hoo! Hoo!”
Reneah, who'd been clutching my sleeve the whole way back, caught her breath raggedly.
She said she needed to psych herself up before calling Mr. Han Hyo-jae.
“Wh-What do I even say when I call?”
“Hello.”
Thwack!
Another headbutt.
“Even I know that much! That's not what I meant!”
“Sigh, just call already? I cleared it with him. Told him you might be a bit awkward since you're new to this, but to find it cute.”
“Boss—!”
This was basic service, right?
Like how restaurants skip ingredients for allergies.
Meracle tailored everything to each client.
“No pressure—just leave a text. He might be working.”
“Ah! Good idea!”
Seeing her light up like that made work feel rewarding again.
Reneah plopped in the corner and fired off a text right away. Kim Yang crouched beside her, offering tips.
Hm.
'They gonna stay home or what?'
This wasn't a rest stop.
We matched 'em—we didn't provide date venues.
“How 'bout sending it like this?”
“Nah, no. Lighter. Who writes fifteen lines for a first greeting?”
“But if I don't, how'll he know who I—”
The two huddled over one phone looked downright wholesome.
Meanwhile, I sorted client files, picked matches, sent texts—all in a day's work.
“R-Reply! It's here! H-He wants to meet right after work today?!”
Reneah yelped in shock.
Like she hadn't expected an actual response.
Her eyes shot to me.
It's real!
You weren't lying!
I flashed a grin at her sparkling gaze.
“Meracle, remember? Office might be small, but we're the hidden dragons of this biz.”
“Hah! Hah! H-How do I reply? He says meet after his shift!”
Ignoring me completely, she huddled with Kim Yang on the response.
Watching them, it looked just like friends hyping up a romance.
“S-Say we'll meet. Time's in three hours.”
“Three hours?! I-I figured at least three days!”
“E-Elves move slow in love? Th-That's nonsense!”
Waiting three days after contact? What kinda herbivore move was that?
Even conservative 5th Floor martial artists wouldn't drag it out that long.
“B-But! I'm not ready at all!”
“S-Styling service incoming—no worries.”
Kim Yang sprang up, brimming with confidence.
She even offered to grab an outfit, hand outstretched to me.
“B-Boss. Card.”
“Rental shop? That's pricey.”
We had a deal with a nearby clothier for rentals. But yeah, expensive—rarely used.
“C-C-Can't go out in these rags.”
“......”
Reneah trembled, staring at her phone. Grandma or not, her outfit screamed trendy.
White hoodie, skirt, stockings.
Chilly day, but elves had crazy cold resistance from outdoor living.
“Sigh, fair point. Fine.”
Had to splurge a bit to clear this 1,901-year-old deadstock. Premium client too.
Kim Yang took quick measurements and headed out.
Reneah still shaking.
I sighed, opening the consultation room door.
“C'mon, let's do some prep.”
“Huh? Prep?”
“You're shaking so bad, you'll bomb it. Practice time.”
Her face lit up a tad at the offer, trailing after me.
“You do this kinda service too?”
“Not usually. First client's special.”
Impromptu idea—if it worked, make it official.
Small outfits like ours thrived on experimenting.
Hit or miss, worth a shot.
We faced off in the room.
I nodded at her. Reneah fidgeted, then blurted awkwardly.
“I-I'm a former Elf Queen, age 1,901! Name's Reneah Barrosa Deklen Fiora—!”
“Stop! Stop! What? Here to pick a fight? Calm down, try again.”
“A-Again?”
“Easy does it. No tension. Name's just Reneah. Skip the age.”
“......”
“Oh, and fix the speech. Polite casual only.”
She took a deep breath, met my eyes, then introduced herself shyly.
“H-Hello. I'm Reneah.”
Awkward, but decent.
“Yes, hello. I'm Han Hyo-jae.”
I channeled the sharp, efficient Mr. Han as best I could.
“Work ran late. Super busy lately.”
“Ah, it's f-fine......”
“Matched through an agency, but I want real emotional connection. Don't wanna live like a show window.”
“......Me too.”
She nodded earnestly, forgetting my speech tip entirely.
“I want that too. Someone to truly share my heart with.”
“......”
“Saying this at my age is ridiculous, I know—but.”
Clenching her fist tight, Reneah locked eyes and shouted.
“I want to fall—! Fall in love!”
“......”
“S-Sorry. Got too worked up.”
What would Mr. Han say here?
Harder than expected, imitating from just a chat or two.
So instead—
Just be Kim Juseon.
“That sincerity hits home. Looking forward to it.”
“Ah.”
“Let's make this work together.”
“Yeah! Let's do it!”
A bright smile bloomed on her face.
On the way to the café date spot.
They'd insisted we tag along, so here we were, dragged into it.
Like a game.
Acting like dumping the player was some VIP perk.
Ridiculous demands from deadstock clients.
'Pathetic how I gotta indulge anyway.'
Today's client count: one.
And even that phone store guy bailed without signing—too young to feel marriage vibes yet.
Made me dead serious about sealing this deal.
Though my role was limited.
At least Reneah wasn't quaking like before.
“Easy peasy?”
If anything, overly cocky now.
Image training with me had gone smoother and more fun than expected.
“Never tried, so I didn't know! Turns out it's a breeze! Haha! Watch from afar—I'll snag a boyfriend!”
Bold declaration.
But way better than terrified trembling.
Plus, Kim Yang's styling erased any 1,901-year-old vibes.
Looked straight-up early twenties to anyone.
In the café.
Me and Kim Yang grabbed a distant table; Reneah ordered coffee solo.
“You got this, client!”
“Fighting!”
“I'll nail it! For that exciting newlywed life!”
Mr. Han knew our faces, so masks and hats for disguise.
“B-Boss. Cake for me.”
“Buy it yourself. Paid last month's salary.”
“St-Stingy. Guys are s'posed to buy.”
“Agency staff with old-school dating views.”
“......Jerk.”
Grumbling, but Kim Yang bought her cake anyway.
“B-Boss, eat some.”
“......Makes me the bad guy then.”
“Th-That's why I'm offering.”
She smirked playfully, forked some cake, and fed it to me.
I chewed, glancing at Reneah.
'Still nervous, huh.'
Talked big, but fidgety wait gave her away.
Makes sense—blind date after 1,901 years.
“B-Boss. He's here.”
Right on cue, the café door swung open—
And Mr. Han Hyo-jae stepped inside.