I was Kicked Out of the Hunter’s Guild

Dreamers.

I’d heard the name a few times in the past.

A foreign-affiliated company and a fairly well-known conglomerate among Black Hunter organizations.

Of course, I’d only ever heard the name in passing and knew little about its internal workings. Even when I tried searching for information online, I could only find surface-level details.

‘In the first place, Black Hunters operate quietly, whether their activities are legal or illegal…’

It made sense.

Black Hunters, as groups that wield significant armed power, naturally needed to maintain secrecy. Whether it was handling conflicts with the Abyss, rival Black Hunter groups, or even criminal organizations, maintaining operational security was critical.

With that thought in mind, I followed Iare into the building.

The interior was clean and polished, unlike a typical corporate headquarters. However, I could sense that even this sleek appearance was part of their efforts to maintain security.

‘There wasn’t even a company name on the outside of the building. On the map, this place is listed under a completely different name…’

As someone with clearance to access certain classified military information, it wasn’t hard for me to figure out that this was Dreamers’ headquarters. But to the general public? This place would look like nothing more than an ordinary car manufacturing company.

After passing through layers of security, which were surprisingly thorough, I stepped into an elevator with Iare.

“The office where we’ll be working is on the 7th floor. It’s the top floor of this building,” she explained in a calm, businesslike voice. “As a side note, the 3 basement levels are shelters, munitions warehouses, and training facilities. The 2nd to 5th floors house the general hunters’ residences. The 6th floor is where the main conference room and command centers are located. You’ll likely spend most of your time there handling commissions.”

“Got it. I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.

Iare was back to her composed self, the same calm demeanor she had when I first met her. The nervous energy she’d shown while driving earlier seemed to have vanished completely.

“And,” she continued, “I informed the others that the adjutant was arriving today. The other two A-class hunters are likely waiting for us.”

“All right,” I said with a nod.

To be honest, having worked with S-class hunters in the past, I didn’t feel much tension about meeting A-class hunters.

Still, I had one hope:

Please let these people be decent. Not like those damn maniacs.

No, scratch that. Even if they weren’t perfect, I just hoped they could at least hold a normal conversation without it spiraling into chaos.

After a few moments, the elevator arrived at the 7th floor. Iare and I stepped out and began walking down the hallway.

As we moved, the room ahead began to come into view.

It was structured similarly to an executive office in the Hunter Guild.

Desks were lined neatly along one side of the wall, and in the center of the room was a comfortable-looking sofa set meant for rest and conversation.

The space was noticeably wider than the typical offices at the Hunter Guild, and it had a far more relaxed atmosphere, free from the stifling rigidity unique to military facilities.

Sitting on the sofa were the two A-class hunters Iare had mentioned earlier, their presence immediately drawing my attention.

From what I could see, both were women.

“Hey! You’re here! Come on, new adjutant!”

The first person to catch my eye was a young Korean woman in her early twenties, who greeted me in an enthusiastic, lively voice.

She was striking in a way that felt both pretty and tomboyish, with a youthful energy that was hard to miss. Her tanned skin and golden-dyed hair, tied back in a ponytail, gave her a distinctly rogue-like vibe.

Her appearance was loud and attention-grabbing, the type that instantly reminded me of the so-called “golden sun” stereotype.

I think I can already guess why she was discharged from the Hunter Guild just by looking at her…

Her rough, carefree demeanor screamed “trouble,” and I couldn’t help but feel that she was going to be a handful.

As I stared at her, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, Iare, standing next to me, quietly introduced her in a composed tone.

“This is another A-class hunter on our team. Her name is—”

“My name’s Joggs! Nice to meet you, Adjutant! Let’s work well together!” she interrupted with a big grin, waving her hand enthusiastically.

“…Yoo Kwonsoon,” Iare continued, unfazed. “That’s her actual name. ‘Joggs’ is just a self-given nickname, so don’t feel obligated to use it.”

“Joggs… No,” Iare said, cutting off the woman’s self-introduction and correcting her name.

At this, Yoo Kwonsoon puffed out her cheeks in an adorably exaggerated way, her frustration evident.

“Come on, don’t call me by that cheesy name! What is Yoo Kwonsoon? Yoo Kwonsoon!” she huffed, crossing her arms dramatically.

“But isn’t your real name… your real name?” Iare responded in her usual calm tone. “Even if you want to be called by a nickname from now on, at least don’t lie to the adjutant during your first meeting.”

“Ugh…” Kwonsoon grumbled, sulking.

To be honest, I couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. The name Yoo Kwonsoon, while meaningful, felt like an odd mismatch for someone with such a carefree and rough-edged personality. It just didn’t seem to suit her vibrant, bold demeanor.

While the two of them lightly bickered, I shifted my attention to the other woman sitting quietly on the sofa.

Unlike Kwonsoon, this one seemed much more composed, sipping tea as she observed me with a relaxed smile.

The moment our eyes met, she greeted me in a soft, unhurried voice.

“Bonjour. Are you our new adjutant?”

She appeared to be a Western woman in her mid-twenties, with an air of languid elegance that seemed to surround her. Judging by her words, she was likely French—or at least of French origin.

The instant I saw her, I couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Her slightly wavy red hair cascaded down her shoulders, complementing her flawless, milky-white skin.

And her eyes…

They were a stunning blue, as vivid and striking as jewels.

Even compared to Iare and Kwonsoon—who were undeniably beautiful in their own right—this woman exuded a beauty that was on a whole other level.

With her movie-star-like looks, enhanced by the distinct elegance of Western features, only one word came to mind as I stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded:

‘Goddess… Is this when people use that word?’

She radiated a presence that was almost divine, a blend of serene beauty and untouchable grace. For a moment, I stood there with a blank expression, lost in awe.

But soon, remembering that this was my first day meeting my coworkers, I quickly snapped out of it and greeted her politely.

“Ah, yes. My name is Lee Jinhyun, the new adjutant. I look forward to working with you.”

“Nice to meet you, Adjutant Lee Jinhyun. My name is Glass Sue. I hope we can work well together,” she replied with a soft smile.

Her voice, like her demeanor, was calm and drowsy, as though every word was carried on a lazy breeze.

As if to confirm this impression, she let out a big yawn immediately after her greeting, looking completely unbothered. Then, without a care in the world, she picked up a cookie from the table and began nibbling on it.

Honestly, even that simple act of munching on a snack seemed oddly mesmerizing coming from her, like watching a goddess casually indulge in earthly pleasures.

At that moment, my thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice—the clear and slightly stern tone of Iare, who addressed the room with authority.

“All right, everyone, listen up,” she said, drawing the attention of both hunters.

“I know I’ve already introduced him, but let me say it again. This is Lee Jinhyun, formerly the lieutenant of the 28th Hunter Guild. He will now serve as Dreamers’ adjutant. From this point forward, Mr. Lee Jinhyun will oversee all our operations and handle request management. Please make sure to follow his instructions diligently.”

“Yes!”

“Well… that’s right,” Glass responded in her usual, tired tone.

Kwonsoon’s lively agreement contrasted sharply with Glass’s languid reply. Watching their conflicting reactions, I couldn’t help but feel that this team was going to be a bit unusual—and, at the same time, that working with them might turn out to be quite entertaining.

Just then, Glass spoke up, her voice as casual as ever.

“Well then, shall we start with Repas (meal) as scheduled?”

“Agreed!” Kwonsoon chimed in enthusiastically.

“Oh, has it already been that time? Okay. Jinhyun, is that fine with you?” Iare asked.

“Yes, of course,” I replied without hesitation.

Now that I thought about it, I was starting to feel a bit hungry. It made sense—it was just about lunchtime.

Unlike other private military groups, Black Hunter companies faced many restrictions regarding hiring non-hunters for roles like cooks and cleaners, largely due to strict government regulations.

While some groups tried to sidestep these rules by using illegal hires, many of them ended up being shut down after audits. It wasn’t worth the risk.

As a result, even though it was inconvenient, most Black Hunters handled basic chores themselves, usually assigning them to their full-time employees.

Recalling this, I instinctively got up and headed toward the small kitchen nearby, fully expecting to handle the task like I used to.

“Hmm? Where are you going, adjutant?” Iare asked, looking at me curiously.

“Ah… I heard it was mealtime, so I just… moved without thinking. Come to think of it, how does meal preparation work here?”

In the Hunter Guild, preparing meals had always been my responsibility—whether it meant ordering delivery, buying something outside, or cooking it myself. I’d just assumed it would be the same here.

But before I could take another step, Iare spoke in her usual calm voice, stopping me in my tracks.

“Meals here are usually prepared by the three of us—since we’re the ones who always stick together as executives. We take turns.”

“Oh, I see. If that’s the case, I’ll join the rotation too,” I said, feeling relieved at how much better this arrangement sounded compared to my previous experience.

However, Iare shook her head gently, her lips curving into a faint but slightly bitter smile.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I can’t let you take on that kind of burden. Even though we’re all executives, the role of the adjutant is far more demanding than ours, with a greater workload.”

“I agree,” Glass added, her voice soft but firm. “In fact, it’s well-known that among executives, the adjutant is the one who suffers the most. There’s no need for you to go out of your way to help with meals.”

“Ah…”

Their words hit me harder than I expected.

It was as if they already understood my past struggles, even though I’d only just joined the team. For a moment, a strange mixture of gratitude and unfamiliarity swelled in my chest. Feeling a bit awkward, I quietly returned to my seat.

As I sat down, Glass slowly rose from her spot, her usual drowsy expression replaced with something a bit softer, almost thoughtful.

“Reconnaître… I think so too. And since it’s my turn today, please sit back and relax, Adjutant. Just wait a moment,” she said in her soft, French-accented voice.

With that, Glass walked over to the kitchen, grabbing an apron that was hanging nearby.

I couldn’t help but watch, slightly stunned, as this serene, goddess-like woman casually offered to cook.

She’s a hunter… and yet she’s cooking for me?

Something about the gesture felt incredibly humbling. I sat there quietly, watching her move, and for the first time, I felt a strange sense of devotion bubbling up inside me.

It was impossible to explain, but seeing someone so elegant and untouchable doing something as simple as preparing a meal made her feel even more divine.