The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]-Chapter 49: A magical banquet

Tuning out Aera’s persistent nagging, Cheon Areum’s gaze drifted past her—drawn to the sleek black car that had just come to a halt at the graveyard’s gate. The moment Yoon Seoyul stepped out, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed squarely on him as he began striding toward them. Cheon Areum glanced down at his phone, the call still stuck on ringing, and silently ended it with a tap.

"Why didn’t you pick up my calls..."

He said while sulking and pouting. Yoon Seoyul had never ignored his calls before, had he?

"I was in a meeting with the high-class hunters who came back to the country for assistance."

Yoon Seoyul checked his phone as he spoke.

"My phone is on mute."

He showed the phone screen to him for proof, but Cheon Areum’s mood had already plummeted by the mention of the high-class hunters returning for assistance. He had already reached that point. The return of Lee Nari due to the increase of S-Class gates—it was unavoidable since he alone couldn’t do anything about the problem. The government had decided to call back their hunters from all over the world to help control the numbers in the end.

Lost in thought, Cheon Areum stared down at the soil beneath his feet as he felt a hand cross his nape, making him flinch instinctively. Aera, with a pensive expression, turned to Yoon Seoyul, speaking in an exasperated tone.

"Still no mark... you’re not serious about him, are you?"

Breaking the staring contest between Aera and Yoon Seoyul, Cheon Areum walked past them.

"Continue this later. I would like to enter the gate now, and Yoon Seoyul, you’re the leader."

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The carriage jolted once more, its wheels creaking over the uneven path, and for what felt like the thousandth time, Hwan’s face contorted in barely restrained displeasure. Each bump hitting through his spine, rattling his bones and his patience alike. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"If this doesn’t stop in the next few minutes, I’m going to have to vomit on you."

Hwan held Inho’s shoulders like a madman.

"Do it out the window! And keep your head away from me."

The moment they crossed the threshold of the gate, before any of them could react, they found themselves already seated inside an old, creaking carriage. Cheon Areum sat beside Inho and Hwan, the dim lanterns hanging from the carriage’s corners casting faint faces. Behind them, a second carriage followed—carrying Aera and Yoon Seoyul. This was one of those gates. The kind where escape wasn’t an option. The exit would only appear after they had killed the boss. In these types of dungeons, it was best to go along with the scenarios instead of rebelling.

But it had been a while, yet the carriages hadn’t stopped even once. Cheon Areum lifted the window’s velvet curtain, peeking outside. No road signs. No landmarks. No sign of a destination. Just the same suffocating forest, dragging on like an eternal loop.

He continued to gaze out the carriage window, chin resting in his palm, while the muffled squabble between Hwan and Inho played on behind him like background noise. For what felt like hours, the forest outside remained unchanging—just shadowed trees and misty underbrush stretching endlessly beneath a dull gray sky.

Then, like someone lifting a veil from his eyes, the scenery shifted.

The dense woodland flickered and peeled away, revealing an entirely different world. Towering stone walls now flanked the narrow path, and beyond them lay an expansive estate bathed in dusky twilight. The road smoothed beneath the carriage wheels, as if the ground itself had been reshaped to welcome them.

Cheon Areum sat up straighter, lifting the curtain higher.

At the heart of the estate stood a grand mansion—ornate and aristocratic, with gothic arches and spires piercing the sky. Dozens of windows lined its facade, warm golden light spilling from within—like an old painting come to life.

Servants in tailored uniforms moved gracefully across the lawn, lighting lanterns with their fingers strung along the winding path toward the mansion. The flames danced with hues of violet and blue, casting a dreamlike glow on the manicured hedges and marble fountains.

A massive wrought iron gate, decorated with intricate roses, creaked open as their carriage approached—seemingly of its own accord.

"Are the people here mages?"

At Cheon Areum’s curious mutter, Hwan finally paused mid-argument, brows furrowing as he leaned over to peer out the window. Inho, never one to be left out, quickly squeezed beside him, pressing his face close to the open window. Their earlier bickering forgotten, both stared in silent awe at the view beyond.

"It seems like we are invited to a banquet."

Inho spoke as he pulled out his map, the holographic display flickering to life in his palm. His eyes scanned the glowing grid, confirming the location of the monsters within the mansion’s walls. Red dots clustered deep inside the estate, particularly near the heart of the building—right where the ballroom was marked.

Outside, a line of ornate carriages stood still like silent sentinels, their polished frames reflecting the golden glow of chandelier light spilling from the grand entrance. Just ahead, a wide marble staircase curved upward, its center draped in an opulent crimson carpet that led straight to the ballroom doors. Their own carriage came to a smooth halt at the base of the stairs.

Hwan, unable to contain his eagerness, was the first to swing the carriage door open. With a confident stride, he stepped out. Following suit, Inho and Cheon Areum jumped down off the tall carriage. The second carriage came to a smooth halt just behind the one they had vacated. The horses, regal and well-trained, remained perfectly still—unmoving and obedient—despite the absence of a coach on the reins.

Cheon Areum approached the carriage door with a refined grace, one hand extended outward in a gentlemanly gesture while the other rested neatly behind his back. However, when the door swung open, it was Aera who appeared. With only a faint flicker of surprise crossing his face, he smoothly redirected his outstretched hand past her—toward the other occupant inside—silently inviting him to take it.

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