Han-Yeol slowly introduced himself to the Egyptian beauty in English. “Hello, my name is Han-Yeol, Han-Yeol.”

He slowly emphasized his name syllable by syllable.

Han-Yeol chose to introduce himself to her since they were already sort of acquainted with each other, even though they had a hard time communicating.

[Tayarana, my name is Tayarana,] said the Horus Warrior whose stiff expression gradually softened. She also repeated her name slowly so that Han-Yeol could understand her.

“Ah, Tayarana, Tayarana,” Han-Yeol proceeded to repeat her name.

The woman confirmed her name with a nod.

‘She’s pretty,’ Han-Yeol thought as he looked at Tayarana, who was slightly smiling.

The goddess of beauty was seemingly following Han-Yeol around and blessing him, since every single woman that he came across was very beautiful. His eyes were very happy at what greeted them.

‘Although it’s a shame that we can’t communicate with each other…’ Han-Yeol grumbled inwardly in disappointment.

However, Han-Yeol would not have understood her even if she spoke in English, since Han-Yeol’s English proficiency was that of a seventh grader.

Order was restored when the team sent by the Hunter’s Association and the rest of the fire department finally arrived at the scene. However, Han-Yeol did not immediately leave the scene just because the terrorists had been eliminated. Addressing the captain of the fire brigade, he said, “I will also help with the rescue efforts.”

“Are you sure about that?” the captain asked Han-Yeol in surprise.

The terrorists might have been subdued and neutralized, and the emergency responders were already rushing to the collapsed building, which had been destroyed by the terrorists and the...