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Meracle: A Match for Every World

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Chapter 22: Let's get married!

Meracle: A Match for Every World

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I closed Yi Cheolsu’s file with a pleased smile.

The next time I open this will probably be when I receive the marriage success fee.

“Alright, the client who just arrived.Full novel: Meracle: A Match for Every World — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

Please head into the consultation room.” “Ah, yes!”

Being busy was truly a good thing.

After being so busy I didn’t even have time to breathe, it was suddenly four in the afternoon.

With an hour left until closing time, the flow of customers gradually stopped.

I finally stretched my back and sat down in the plush chair.

“Whew!

Hey, Kim Yang, how many people came today?” “Seven people, Boss.” “Wow, that’s a record high.” “Th-that’s what I’m saying.

I was here because it was a cushy job.” “…”

They say that when a company gets busy, the president is happy, but the part-timer suffers.

You’re having some sly thoughts, hey, Kim Yang.

And yet, Kim Yang still made me a cup of coffee.

As I took a slurp of coffee and relaxed my body in comfort.

Clang!

“Waaaaah!” “We find your miracle.

Welco—what, it’s the old woman.”

Lenea, who I hadn’t seen for the past few days, kicked the door open and came in.

“We’re closed for the day.”

As I spoke listlessly out of annoyance, Lenea clenched her fists and rushed at me.

“Be quiet, traitor!

You evil traitor!” “Ack!?”

After the incident with Yu Yena.

Lenea started calling me a traitor.

It seemed she felt betrayed that I had dated someone when she thought we were both single since birth.

But it’s unfair.

“Hey, it’s not like we did anything, you know?

We dated for about a month?

I was so busy with training that we couldn’t even go on a proper date, we only held hands, I tell you?!” “Still a traitor!

Traitor!

Traitor!

Traitor!”

She started hitting my shoulder nonstop.

She’s a 5 million won premium client, so I can take this much.

This must be the capital punch.

“S-so.

Why are you here today?

U-usually, we’d contact you when there’s a match.” “You told me to come, so I came?”

Right, I did tell her to come.

“The appointment was at 1, but what’s with you coming at 4:30?” “Ahem, I was taking a nap.”

What a total bum.

I heard last time she was living in a pavilion behind Daebongsan, and it must be true, as she smelled of grass and even had a leaf in her white hoodie.

“If you got 100 million, you should get a house.” “Huh?

No, if you’re under a tree, that’s a home, why would I spend money on—.” “B-Boss.

The elf homelessness social issue.

S-serious.” “I’ve seen it too.”

It comes up on the news every now and then, just when you’re about to forget.

The thing about those elf bastards sleeping under trees.

And the things they say are a real spectacle.

‘We are a part of nature.’ ‘Does the 3rd Floor even restrict the blooming of flowers under a tree?’ ‘Just let it flow.

We are free and also natural.’

Bullshit.

I remember that meme of the elves lying under that huge tree in an amusement park.

They refused to leave after closing time, and the police came and all hell broke loose.

“Anyway!

What did you call me for?!

I am busier than you think!” “You said you came after taking a nap, what do you mean you’re busy…” “Ahem!”

With a sigh, I took out a document I had prepared for Lenea.

“His name is Han Hyojae.

Age 31.

He works in management at a paper mill as a section chief.

Being a section chief at this age means he’s competent.” “…Huh?”

Lenea looked at the photo.

You couldn’t call him handsome, but he had a clean-cut impression with his glasses.

“His annual salary is around 50 million won.

He doesn’t have to worry about his parents’ retirement, and well, he’s a clean client with no major flaws.” “…”

Her expression turned strange as she stared down at it.

Then she pinched her cheek as if to see if she was dreaming.

“He said his preference is for an older person of a non-human race.

He said as long as they’re not human, it’s fine.” “B-but…

I am 1,901 years old?

Did you perhaps lie about my age?” “I told you that’s illegal.

Of course, I told him.”

This time, Lenea and Kim Yang were surprised at the same time.

“But I did my best to persuade him.

Because even if you’re 1,901 years old, your appearance is certainly excellent.”

My best?

No, it was a desperate struggle.

‘Esteemed Client, she’s only 1,901 years old in name, you can basically see her as someone in her 20s.

It’s actually a bargain, I tell you!

Realistically, it’s difficult to meet a truly young person in their 20s with your rank.’ ‘Yes?

Dentures?

No, what…

Look at the picture.

These teeth.

They’re her own, I’m telling you!

They’re clean, aren’t they?’ ‘Dementia?

She was even an Elf Queen!

She absolutely doesn’t have anything like that.

If she had dementia, I would’ve taken the money and pretended not to know before skipping town!’

Really.

You went through a hell of a lot, Kim Juseon.

“You’re F-rank, but since you paid for Premium…

I really had a hard time—.”

Tap.

I pointed my finger at the letter on the document.

“It’s B-rank.

Let’s do a really good job and try to get you married.”

As I spoke with a smile, Lenea’s eyes welled up with tears, and she immediately threw herself into my arms.

“Waaaaaaaah!

Thank youuu!

I love youuuuu!”

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