[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 322

As Han Ga-eul lands, she slides across the ground.

*Crash!*

The ground flips over.

She only stops after sliding more than 10 meters, leaving a long trench with smoke rising from it.

“Whoa.”

“Exciting!”

“It’s great!”

This was the first time she had flown so far, and it was also because she didn’t intentionally stop her free fall.

The result was extremely satisfying.

Every time she used the Cloud Technique, Han Ga-eul’s body seemed on the verge of collapse, so she had been holding back.

But now, even at maximum speed, her body could handle it without strain.

As Han Ga-eul checks her body, guild members pour out of the Silver Wings Guild Headquarters.

“Hello, I came to see Bitna.”

“Ah…!”

The guild members, spotting her shiny pink hair, relax and make way.

Every time this girl visited, there was always some commotion.

A few among them knew Han Ga-eul’s true identity as a Saint.

“Vice Guild Leader Yu Bitna is in her office.”

“Thank you. I’ll go see her.”

Han Ga-eul nods and walks in with a lively step.

A guild member, watching her disappear, turns on his radio.

*Static*

“Vice Guild Leader, the guest is coming up.”

– Yes, good job…

Before Yu Bitna’s short reply even finishes, a loud explosion echoes through the headquarters.

– Han Ga-eul! You don’t kick doors open!!

*Click*

The radio cuts off with Yu Bitna’s scolding.

“Hmm… All clear. Dismissed.”

***

“Bitna-chan, I’m here.”

Yu Bitna greets Han Ga-eul with a glare as she enters the office.

“Every time you come, I have to replace the door!”

“I’m practicing control. I think I’ll stop breaking them soon.”

Seeing the Saint’s bright smile, Yu Bitna’s anger fades.

“I just texted you. How did you get here so fast? Were you nearby?”

“I was at the academy, you know?”

“Huh?”

Yu Bitna pulls out her phone and checks the message.

‘I sent it 3 minutes ago?’

The Silver Wings Guild Headquarters is quite far. Even if she had rushed on a bike right after receiving the text at the front gate, it should have taken at least 30 minutes.

“I teleported.”

“That’s spatial magic. You can do that too?”

“I’m a support-type mage.”

“…?”

During the first Demon Gate incident, what Yu Bitna saw was Han Ga-eul beating demons into pulp with her fists.

Han Ga-eul raises her index finger, and an energy orb floats above it.

*Thud!*

“See?”

“That’s Magic Missile. Isn’t the gap between basic magic and teleportation too big?”

“Oh! You know this?”

Yu Bitna’s eyes droop.

“What do you take me for? It’s a basic physical magic with no attributes. Even though I’m a swordswoman, I know that much.”

“This had physical power?”

“Ugh.”

“It’s my first time using it, so I didn’t know.”

Yu Bitna has faced Han Ga-eul quite a few times.

Yet, she still couldn’t understand her actions.

The only thing she could figure out was that Han Ga-eul was a typical “strong-weak” type of person.

Generally, strong-weak types are favored by those in power. Such people tend to live just and noble lives, making them easy to manipulate.

But the Han Ga-eul Yu Bitna saw was not the kind of strong-weak person those in power would like.

‘She’s got a rebellious streak. Pair her with arrogant people, and it’s dangerous.’

From the perspective of those in power, she was more like a disaster.

If you try to suppress her with authority, she doesn’t just resist—she’ll put a bullet in your head and snap your neck.

A crazy woman who lives for thrills.

Yet, she still looks out for those within her circle.

So, it’s hard to hate a crazy bitch like her.

That was Yu Bit-na’s assessment of Han Ga-eul.

“So, why did you call me?”

“I didn’t call you, I just asked if you had time. I thought you’d at least let me know before coming.”

“Since when do I ever let you know? Even if I come quickly, you’d still complain.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but…”

“If you’re grateful, how about a kiss?”

Han Ga-eul smiles, closes her eyes, and taps her cheek.

“Ugh…! No, thanks!”

“Tsk.”

Han Ga-eul playfully pouts her lips.

“I called because the security situation is rapidly deteriorating. We’re short on manpower right now.”

“Are you talking about nerds?”

“You must’ve heard it from the Academy? Somehow, you seem to be faster with the news than us.”

“Wisdom Academy may not be good at much, but they sure take student safety seriously.”

Yu Bit-na nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t just a little care—it was borderline overprotective.

“Can you help, by any chance?”

“Sure, but aren’t other guilds moving?”

“They’re always a step behind. Private guilds only move if it benefits them first. Of course, if their territory is threatened, they act faster than anyone.”

“Savages. Not bad. So, who do you want me to kill?”

“Hah.”

A soft laugh escapes Yu Bit-na’s mouth.

She suddenly realizes she’s already within Han Ga-eul’s circle.

Having a mad saintess who bites first and asks questions later as an ally feels oddly reassuring.

“The name he gave himself is Randolf. Judging by his accent, he’s likely German.”

Yu Bit-na hands Han Ga-eul a document with a photo attached.

“A foreigner?”

“Our country has been globalized for a long time, thanks to Wisdom Academy. Foreigners aren’t that special.”

“True. Noa’s hometown is also abroad.”

“Noa?”

“A party member from the Academy.”

Yu Bit-na nods.

“Is this guy a nerd?”

Han Ga-eul taps the photo with her finger as she asks.

“Yep. A big-shot nerd classified as B-rank danger level.”

“So, can I kill him?”

“It’d be better to keep him alive to extract information. Based on his past crimes, he never acts alone. He’s either getting help from someone or belongs to a secret organization.”

“Hmm.”

The photo Han Ga-eul looks at shows a man with dirty blond hair, covered in blood.

“I’ve seen enough.”

“He’s dangerous. Look closer.”

“His name is self-proclaimed, we don’t know his age, affiliation, or anything. We know nothing.”

“Well, that’s true…”

Yu Bit-na has no rebuttal since it’s all accurate.

“He’s an assassin type who uses daggers and wires so thin they’re almost invisible. If he’s around, assume there are wires set up.”

“Like a spider.”

“He’s a nerd who designs the battlefield to his advantage. A ranger from the Crescent Guild who’s been chasing Randolf recently went missing.”

As Han Ga-eul listens to Yu Bit-na’s explanation, she puts the document down on the desk.

“How much is the bounty on this guy?”

“The national bounty is 7.5 billion. It was originally 6 billion but went up after they realized the danger level.”

“Oho.”

“The Crescent Guild has a private bounty of 25 billion. The reason is that the sub-guild master’s younger brother was killed by Randolf.”

Han Ga-eul’s eyes widen.

“Really?”

“The number of hunters who’ve fallen to Randolf so far is in the dozens. He’s a battlefield manipulator, so his actual danger level far exceeds B-rank. Even an A-rank hunter died once.”

“Sweet. The guild must be loaded.”

“Crescent is a small guild with around 15 members. But it’s a well-known elite guild with many C-rank hunters.”

Yu Bit-na explains to Han Ga-eul.

While talking, I was getting a strange feeling.

I was talking about danger and death, but Han Ga-eul didn’t seem to care at all about that.

“I’ll assign one of our guild rangers to go with you. They’re skilled in tracking, and there are some suspicious areas.”

“Ongnya. Is there anything left behind by that guy?”

Yu Bit-na rummaged through the drawer of the table she was sitting at, pulled out an item, and handed it to Han Ga-eul.

“It’s a piece of wire that Randolf used.”

“Thank you.”

Han Ga-eul took the piece of wire and brought it to her pocket.

Then, a pure white cotton ball popped out of her pocket.

“Smell!”

“Baekseol, if you smell the same scent while we’re out, can you let me know?”

“Yes!”

Watching this, Yu Bit-na wondered what was going on.

“You said you’d assign a ranger. Baekseol is a rabbit…?”

“She’s a high-performance radar, Pposiraegi.”

“Smell!”

“Ah, okay. Sorry.”

Baekseol, who had licked Han Ga-eul’s palm a few times, went back into the pocket.

“I’ll catch them alive, so contact whether it’s a half-moon or a full moon and try to negotiate more.”

“It’s a case where the body of a younger sibling was found mutilated?”

“That’s why I’ll catch them alive so we can make a melodrama.”

‘Again… If she’s not within her own boundaries, she turns into a ruthless person…’

Yu Bit-na decided to stop thinking about Han Ga-eul.

“Crazy woman.”

“How did you know?”

***

“Having fun? I want to try pulling it out too, but is there no way?”

“……”

Han Ga-eul walked towards the two people who didn’t respond.

“It’s not a spider, but you’ve set up a lot of webs.”

Tick! Tidik!

Every time Han Ga-eul swatted her hand like shooing a fly, the sharp wire made of special material that could easily withstand 300kg snapped.

“Let’s see, dull blond.”

The two people facing Han Ga-eul froze in tension. They couldn’t even gauge their opponent; even though they were right in front of them, they couldn’t sense any presence.

Every time they blinked, it felt like the opponent disappeared.

Moreover, the pink-haired girl who suddenly appeared walked over the pool of blood as if it were nothing.

It meant she was used to seeing blood.

“Looking at your face, it’s you. Are you Adolf?”

“…It’s Randolf.”

“You’re from Germany, right? Say ‘Hitler, you bastard.'”

“W-what?”

“Sss. Ah, this guy is suspicious.”

While Han Ga-eul opened her eyes slightly and observed, Randolf and the masked woman exchanged glances.

At that moment, Randolf threw a dagger at Han Ga-eul.

Thud!

“Keuk!?”

The interior space wasn’t very wide.

The dagger, thrown as if right in front of her, was stopped mid-air.

Randolf, who had thrown the dagger, immediately grabbed his eye socket and knelt down.

This happened before the masked woman, who had exchanged signals with Randolf, could even start her move.

“Ugh! Ugh! Hi, Hilde!”

With a snapping sound, Randolf, kneeling, writhed in pain.

Thick blood flowed down between his hands clutching his eye socket.

“Randolf!!”

Even though the enemy was right in front, the masked woman called Hilde was startled and pulled Randolf’s hand down.

She wanted to check the wound.

“Potion, do you have a potion!”

Hilde, who had forcibly pulled Randolf’s hand away from his eye socket, was shocked and fell on her butt.

“Gasp!”

“Ugh!! Ugh!!!”

Hilde, witnessing Randolf’s eyeball spurting blood and spinning wildly inside his eye socket, covered her mouth.

Meanwhile, Han Ga-eul slowly approached.

“Hil…de, ugh! Run… ugh!”

“Where are you going, freshie? Want me to apply some ointment?”

Han Ga-eul.

The ranger, with a dagger stuck in his eye, was walking over, pulling out the eyeball himself.

“Hurry up!”

“I, I am…”

Hilde felt a sense of guilt seeing Randolf, who had turned into such a state, still trying to protect her.

She felt fear because she had seen Randolf’s grotesque appearance since they were young.

“We were about to shoot our own melodrama, but some jerks are filming it instead.”

*Snap!*

When Han Ga-eul flicked her finger, Randolf collapsed to the ground.

“Randolf!”

“I have a lot of questions. You’ll answer them, right?”

Hilde realized that this fight was completely one-sided. Had there ever been an enemy this helpless?

Returning like this would only mean a painful death. The Omerta that Randolf and Hilde belonged to was that kind of place.

“…Kill me.”

“Huh? I’m not asking you, I’m asking your boyfriend. Every time he can’t answer, you lose a finger.”

Han Ga-eul, who had come right up to them, crouched down and met their gaze.

“Don’t… touch Hilde…”

“Answer well, and I won’t kill you. Deal?”

“Alright…”

“Good. Team leader, come in.”

As soon as Han Ga-eul finished speaking, a ranger from Silver Wings, who had been waiting at the entrance, entered the abandoned building.

The ranger, spotting Han Ga-eul crouching, approached.

“These are the ones with Adolf and stuff.”

“It’s Randolf, Saint.”

“From what I see, both of them need ideological screening. Seems like their heads got messed up playing the villain.”

“We’ll proceed thoroughly after moving them to the base.”

The ranger, with an expressionless face, lowered his gaze.

As Randolf and Hilde appeared in his eyes, disgust quickly filled them.

“Adolf’s girlfriend doesn’t know her worth, huh?”

“I’ll find out.”

“And something about Omerta, since it’s my table, look into that too. Oh right, I want to visit the black market, so make sure to ask for the location.”

“Understood, Saint.”

“If the boyfriend can’t answer, the girlfriend loses a finger each time.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

Han Ga-eul, having finished speaking, stood up.

Hilde, feeling powerless, slowly raised her head.

Her eyes met Han Ga-eul’s, which sparkled like jewels.

The eyes looking down at them were not the eyes of someone looking at a human.

“Ah…”

“Huh? You guys were the ones playing the villain, why are you looking at me like that? Makes me look like the bad guy. Right?”

Like a monster.

The beautiful doll-like girl’s gaze was the same as the gaze humans give to those grotesque creatures everyone despises.

***

At the airport, a man walked out leisurely.

In his hand was a black mobile phone.

“I’ve arrived.”

– From the photo, he seems quite naive, so try to coax him well.

“Negotiation comes first.”

– There’s probably a rabbit with him. If things don’t go well, use it as a negotiation card.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

*Click.*

The man, having ended the call, got into a taxi.

“Where to?”

“Wisdom Academy.”