"Just call me Cale."
There's stupified look on her face as she's all alone in the bakery.
"Does he know or not that his words are so misleading?"
Kim Rok Soo and Jung Yeon Hwa.
Their relationship is not bad but it doesn't mean it's great.
They are just partners in work.
Team Leader of Attacking Team, Kim Rok Soo.
Team Leader of Healer Team, Jung Yeon Hwa.
Both teams rely on each other.
But now, it's different.
Cale Henituse and Raisa.
They don't have any connection to each other.
They are strangers.
Even though inside the bodies are different people, the fact he's a young master and she's a commoner wouldn't change.
"Haaa, his actions and words always make people misunderstand him."
She went to the table and pick up the dirty plates and mugs.
"That's why people regard him as the hero even though he claimed he's not."
She went into the kitchen and washed the dishes.
Then, she got outside to flip over the welcome plate sign to the closed side.
She got inside back and gather the leftover bread.
"As always, 'Hotteok' sold out without left any piece."
Raisa put all the bread into five bags.
She nodded her head with a satisfied smile.
"I guess these enough for them."
She snatched her brown cloured robe and wear it before going out through the back door.
She made sure all the lights were out and walks to her destination.
"I need to hurry. It's getting dark."
Raisa hastened her steps.
Then, she arrived while carrying five bags of leftover pieces of bread.
The place was dirty, smelly, and full of stray animals.
It was a place that doesn't suit a young lady like her.
The slum.
"Hmm? Did they go somewhere?"
As she roamed around, there are several shadows following her from behind.
It was quiet but clumsy steps to be mistaken as a group of assassins.
Also, why would assassins be here?
There's an amused smile on Raisa's face. She had turned on her ability since the beginning.
Observation.
Her first ability that manifested since the apocalypse began when she's just 18 years old. It's useless to defend or attack the monsters, but at least it helps her survive and run away from those monsters.
Her medium is her senses.
Eyesight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell.
Her brain will notify her right away if there's something unnatural happening around her.
Like right now.
"Hmm~"
She hummed happily while walking towards the dark alley.
She quickens her pace and turns to the right corner to hide behind the wall.
She could hear the steps come to her rush.
'Four...Five? No, six people.'
She widened her smile as she could hear the sound of steps even without her ability.
"Boo!"
"Uahh!"
"Kyaa!"
"Ahhh!"
She jumped up and surprise the six people that followed her since she arrived at the slum.
The six people are the children that Raisa knows very well.
"Children. Do you guys think you can scare me off that easily? Hmm?"
The children averted their eyes from her silver eyes.
Raisa squatted down to look at them on the same level.
Their appearance is different than any other children that came to her bakery.
Their outfits are either too large or too tight for them and also grubby.
She unconsciously frowned.
"N-noona..."
"Unnie...We are sowwy..."
'Ah!'
She snapped back to reality.
"Oh no. I am not mad at you guys. It's not like that."
She tried to reassure them but it doesn't work.
'There's only one way!'
She looked at the only child who doesn't cry at the moment and the oldest one.
She sends the signal to him.
'Cree! Help!'
Cree, 12 years old dark green-haired boy smiled helplessly towards her.
He patted the other children's heads gently.
"It's okay. Raisa noona is not angry. It's too dark here, that's why she squinted her eyes like that. Right?"
Raisa nodded her head vigorously.
"Cree is right. How could I be mad at you guys?"
Five children stopped crying.
"You guys must be hungry. I brought some bread."
She showed five bags of bread to the children.
The children's eyes twinkled like the stars in the dark sky.
"Vel, here."
She called out a dark gray hair child who had just turned 6 years old.
"Rogan. Lex. Do you guys fight again?"
She gave out two bags for them while looking at the bruises on their arms and legs.
Both of them are 8 years old but always bickering with each other.
"Fane, it must be hard for you to stop them. How admirable."
Raisa pets Fane's light brown hair while giving him a bag.
He's the second oldest which is 2 years younger than Cree and the child that always interrupt Rogan and Lex's little fights.
"Britt. Our youngest has grown taller without this Unnie notice."
Britt, 4 years old little girl with a cute twin ponytail.
She rubbed the youngest child's cheek affectionately and give her the last bag.
She get up on her feet and looked at them warmly.
"There's a lot of bread in each bag. Don't eat everything. Share with everyone. Understand?"
Five children who were just tall around her under waist nodded with serious faces.
'Their size doesn't suit their age.'
She gets rid of worries from her face and opened her mouth.
"It's getting late, you guys should go now. Children need to sleep early to get taller."
The children are reluctant to leave.
"Unnie..."
"Noona..."
"We want to spend more time with you."
Even Fane who is always timid and listens to Raisa's words looks stubborn today.
She squatted down again and hugged them tightly.
"I am sorry. Next time, I will try to come early."
She looked at their faces and smile convincingly.
"Promise."
Now, they nodded their heads even though its a weak nod.
"Bye Bye!"
"Goodbye, noona!"
"Nighty, unnie!"
Raisa waved her hand towards the children who ran to the opposite sides.
She smiles satisfied.
"You are late today, Raisa noona."
She turned her attention to the only child who was left behind.
"Sorry. I just met someone I hadn't seen for a while and absorbed in the conversation."
Cree, the one who stood beside Raisa just hummed with understanding.
"Let's go."
"Sure. But, Cree, I didn't bring another bag of bread as you told me to not. Is it alright?"
The dark green-haired boy looked at the lady beside him and nodded.
"The fee you gave me is enough. I don't want to feel indebted to you. I am already grateful for you giving me a job."
'How mature. However, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.'
"How's your father?"
The boy's face darkens but it's not as bad as Raisa meets him for the first time.
"It's not bad as before...But every time I put the ointment on his wound, he will groan painfully. His face is also gradually pale. I am scared, noona."
"Don't worry. I am here."
She held the little boy's hand with a reassuring smile plastered on her face.
Then, they arrived in front of Cree's house.
It's more like a room than a house. It's really enough for two people to live together.
"We have arrived. Please co-"
"Uggh!"
As Cree opened the door, he could hear his father whimper in pain.
"Father!"
Both of them hurried to enter the house.
Raisa could see an old man on the bed sweating profusely while moaning loudly in pain.
Then, she saw a bloody bandaged thigh.
'This is not good!'