The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial-Chapter 58

‘...What kind of combination is this?’

As if drawn by some invisible force, he sat down next to Nayun at the head of the table.

He had a vague idea that everyone was looking at him expecting something.

‘But expecting what, exactly?’

And it was Guru who answered that question.

“Mister Guildmaster, how are babies made?”

...So this was it.

The question. The cruel, unavoidable question that had thrown countless parents into a full-blown panic debuff.

Yun Seojun, veteran parent of two sons, gave a smug little smirk in the direction of the unmarried crowd.

“Ahh, so that’s what you were wondering.”

“Yup!”

Now, this was exactly the moment when you couldn’t pretend not to know or try to dodge the question.

“Babies are brought by storks.”

“Storks?!”

Guru’s mouth fell open, totally hooked by the thrilling tale.

“Storks are big enough to carry babies in their beaks. Do you know what a stork looks like? Want me to show you?”

“I wanna see!”

Seojun turned on his phone and pulled up a photo of a stork.

“Whoaaa. It’s a bird but it’s this big?”

“You can see lots of huge birds like that at the zoo. The Guildmaster will take you.”

“Wooooow!”

And just like that, Yun Seojun activated his expert-level child distraction skill.

“Then Miss Guru, since the adults are busy working, why don’t we go play house?”

“Okay!”

Seojun smiled at Guru, then glanced toward Jurim.

Jurim gave a subtle nod, and Gidan shot him a thumbs-up full of gratitude and respect. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Finally, when Seojun peeled the tape off of Nayun’s mouth, she let out a shaky breath and ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) coughed softly.

Jurim returned to his seat and signaled Nayun with a tilt of his chin.

“Team Leader Shin. What was your business again?”

“Oh, right.”

Nayun seemed to finally remember why she was here and stepped forward to the desk.

Meanwhile, Seojun asked Guru,

“Do you play house at kindergarten too?”

“Yup! These days, Guru plays the doggy.”

Every S-Rank in the Guildmaster’s office immediately turned to stare at her.

Seojun’s face paled in an instant.

‘Shit, was that a landmine?’

Gulp.

Seojun swallowed nervously and asked, voice tight.

“...Why?”

No way... Is she being bullied? Are the kids picking on her?

“Mmm, no reason. Doggy’s just cute.”

“Ahhh...”

Thank god. That could’ve been bad. The entire Hyeonak Guild S-rank squad almost went nuclear on a local kindergarten.

Seojun let out a long breath of relief and wiped his forehead.

“Miss Guru, you should get along with your friends.”

For the sake of kindergarten peace, if nothing else...

“Guru does get along with everyone!”

“You’re such a good girl.”

Why am I good? Guru tilted her head, confused, but continued,

“Then I’m the mom, and Mister Guildmaster is the dad.”

“Sounds good.”

“And we have a baby too.”

“Oh, really? When did we have a baby?”

“On our wedding anniversary, duh.”

At her cheeky reply, Seojun chuckled.

“How old is our baby then?”

“Zero.”

Guru pulled an egg out of her backpack. Seojun blinked in confusion.

“You carry an egg around?”

“Yup! ‘Cause it’s my baby.”

Seojun looked at her warmly.

‘She’s gonna be so disappointed if nothing hatches...’

He started brainstorming where he could possibly find a chick ready to hatch.

[Hatching Progress: 70%...]

Despite pouring every last Filial Piety Point into it, the circular hatching gauge was still 30% short.

‘Still not enough points...’

She’d have to earn more.

Resolving once again to be the world’s most devoted daughter, Guru scolded her “husband,” Seojun, as he returned home.

“Why are you late today? Is it that woman again?”

Thrown into this high-difficulty roleplay, Seojun bit his tongue in panic. What kind of kindergarten is this, exactly?

“N-No! Don’t misunderstand! You’re the only one for me, honey!”

“Then what’s this lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Guh.”

Checkmate. There was no way to explain away a lipstick stain (even an imaginary one).

“I knew it.”

Guru shook her head with a sigh.

She should’ve made him the doggy, not the mom.

Seojun looked around the room in desperation, hoping for backup from Jurim, Gidan, or Nayun—but not one of them met his eyes.

‘Terrible people...’

Knock knock!

“Excuse me, Guildmaster.”

Just then, the door to the Guildmaster’s office swung open.

Seojun, still wiping nervous sweat from his brow, turned toward the entrance. This playhouse scenario had hit SSS-rank difficulty—he was desperate to get back to his actual job.

But the moment he saw who was entering with the secretary, Seojun’s face twisted with frustration.

A deliveryman was lugging in a massive flower wreath.

Seojun shot to his feet and snapped, voice cold.

“Didn’t you get the memo? All gifts are supposed to be refused for the time being.”

“Pardon?”

“No deliveries to the Guildmaster’s office until November—no gifts, no cards, no wreaths, no packages sent in the guild’s name. Everything gets discarded.”

The new secretary turned bright red and lowered her head.

“I—I’m really sorry, sir...”

She kept bowing repeatedly as Seojun let out a long, weary sigh.

“So what, you want us to haul this thing back out now?”

The deliveryman, watching all this, spoke up with a sigh of irritation. The poor secretary bowed even deeper.

“Y-Yes, please take it back out.”

Her voice trembled, like she was about to cry. The deliveryman grunted but didn’t argue. He just heaved the wreath back up.

As he turned to carry it out again—

“Uh-oh—”

The top of the wreath caught on the doorframe and started tipping backward.

The deliveryman lost his grip, and the whole arrangement collapsed, sending flowers and leaves scattering across the floor.

“Ah, geez. I’m really sorry.”

As he bent to clean up the mess, every single person in the room was now staring at one thing: the card that had fallen onto the floor.

It was a pale cream card, no bigger than a palm, with jagged red letters that looked like they’d been scrawled in blood.

[Killjurim, does it feel good being the only one left alive?

Murderer who devoured all of Gen One, lololol]

Beneath that was a stick figure drawing.

A man wearing a glove on his left hand was chomping down on someone else’s head.

An icy silence settled over the Guildmaster’s office once again.

Only Jurim moved. Unshaken, as if this were nothing new, he calmly walked over and picked up the card. The moment it touched his hand, it disintegrated into powder.

Without missing a beat, he glanced at Seojun and spoke:

“Take Guru home. Now.”

Calm. Cold. Completely unfazed.

****

Jung Yoon, homeroom teacher of the Chick Class at Saebom Kindergarten, had a new problem lately.

As she waved goodbye to the last of the kids, she turned around.

At the edge of her gaze, sitting on the windowsill with her chin in her hands, was a doll-like girl with waist-length platinum hair braided into two neat pigtails.

She looked deep in thought.

It had started two days ago—something about Guru had changed.

The usually energetic girl had started slumping her shoulders, dragging her feet. And today... she gave away her favorite snack—strawberry yogurt—to a friend.

The breeze fluttered through the classroom, lifting her bangs slightly. Guru let out a soft, heavy sigh.

‘She’s even sighing now?’

The Hanguru Jung Yoon knew wasn’t like this.

Even when she had a falling-out with a friend not long ago, she had faced it head-on and bounced right back.

‘Don’t tell me... there’s trouble at her new home?’

It had been over two months since Guru had been adopted by Jurim.

Yoon had been stunned twice: once when a graceful nanny in a Bentley came to pick Guru up, claiming to be her guardian...

And again, when On Jurim himself showed up to drop her off at school.

That On Jurim.

‘I spammed the group chat about it that day, but no one believed me.’

Jung Yoon had briefly become the group’s resident “crazy lady driven mad by paperwork”... until one of her coworkers showed up at the Hyeonak Lounge with a screencap proving Guru had been there.

Now she’d become the number-one person everyone wanted gossip from about the guild.