The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial

[Junior AI Chatting]
Juju: Ask me anything! Juju will tell you everything you wanna know!

G: Juju, what’s a matchmaking date?
Juju: A matchmaking date? Hmm, that question’s a bit mature for children. To put it simply, it’s a serious meeting between a man and a woman.
***

Lately, Gidan hadn’t shown up at his private office at all, so Guru steered her bike toward Hyeonak’s shared locker room.
With help from the friendly Hyeonak folks who pushed the elevator buttons for her, Guru safely arrived at the locker room and spotted the person she’d been looking for amidst the bustling Raid {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Team 1 members.
Found him.

They must’ve just finished a dungeon raid and come out of the showers.
“Hey, it’s Princess Guru. What brings you all the way here?”
“Oh, hi Guru!”

“Guru-Guru!”
“Hewwooo!”
Guru greeted the guild members warmly as they welcomed her, then wheeled her bike up to Gidan, who was drying his hair with a towel at the locker room entrance.

“Dani Oppaw, Gwuu got someding to teww you. Get on.”
The bike she’d brought today was a two-seater kid’s bicycle with a small rear seat.
This birthday, she’d received so many different bikes as gifts that she had enough to cover every situation all month long.

Gidan looked at the tiny rear seat—barely big enough for a doll—and gave a crooked smile.
“I don’t think I can fit. Can’t you just tell me here?”
No choice, then. Guru dismounted and clenched her little fists.

“Den fine, Dani Oppaw!”
“Yeah?”
Gidan was pulling his jersey on and chugging a banana milk—
“Be sewious wif Gwuu!”

“…Huh?”
Thud!
Startled, he lost grip of the banana milk, and it dropped to the floor.

“What did you just say?”
“Gwuu a giwl and Oppaw a boy, so!”
The locker room fell into absolute silence.

As more and more eyes turned to Gidan, he swallowed hard.
Those gazes were filled with clear murderous intent.
“W-Why’re you all looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything…”
“Oppaw, wif Gwuu—!”

Guru was about to drop another bomb without a care.
Gidan grabbed the little girl under one arm, hoisted the bike with the other, and dashed straight to his office via the emergency stairs.
BANG!

“Was that… no wait, was that an ‘S-Class Assassination Operation’ or something?! Did NAG send her?!”
Everyone in the guild adored Guru like a daughter, like a little princess.
If she’d said even one more thing, he might’ve been buried alive out of sheer misunderstanding.

But Guru answered back innocently, as if he were the one talking nonsense.
“Gwuu makin’ a matchmaking date wequest to Oppaw!”
Like she was issuing a formal challenge.

Gidan furrowed his brows.
“Matchmaking date?”
“Yup!”

A matchmaking date, out of nowhere? Gidan hesitated, then asked,
“Guru… do you even know what that means?”
“Yup! It’s when a giwl an’ a boy meet sewiouswy!”

She looked up at him with an incredibly firm expression, trying to be as serious as she could.
Gidan let out a light laugh.
Of course she had no clue.

He had just nearly been assassinated by a kindergarten-level assassin who didn’t even know what matchmaking meant.
Trying to calm his still-pounding heart, he asked,
“But where did you even hear that word?”

“Fwum Chaiwmuhn Nam. Um, when talkin’ about Daddy’s matchmaking date?”
“…What?!”
“Hmm?”

Guru flinched at Gidan’s outburst. Why was he so startled?
“A matchmaking date is, uh… how do I put this… Oh! It means Guru might get a mom.”
“Gasp!”

“I mean, not for sure! But if it goes well… uh, like… if they like each other and stuff, then maybe.”
If dey wike each othew…?
Guru covered her mouth and whispered,

“Wuv-wuv?”
“Yeah. Wuv-wuv.”
Daddy’s gonna wuv-wuv someone?!

She’d never even imagined that!
While Guru was still stuck in a daze, Gidan’s eyes gleamed as he asked,
“So who’s the woman he’s meeting?”

“Oh, ummm…”
Guru tilted her head, trying to recall what she’d overheard.
“Gomyeong-nyang.”

“…What?”
“Go… gomyeong-ttang?”
“Gomyeong-ddal?”

“Uh-huh! Dat one!”
“Dummy Guru, that just means someone’s daughter…”
“Gasp!”

She’d thought it was a name!
“Hmm… who could it be?”
Gidan perched on the armrest of the sofa, frowning with genuine curiosity.

This… is it!
Guru had already planned to lure Gidan to Jeju with the promise of a serious meeting.
She’d gotten distracted by Daddy’s wuv-wuv news, but now she had to get back to the main objective.

She zipped up to Gidan and tossed out her bait.
“Oppaw, you cuwious ‘bout dat Daughter-wady?”
“Of course I am.”

“Chaiwmuhn Nam’s doin’ a big event in Jeju. So Gwuu goin’ to Jeju too. Oppaw wanna come?”
“Jeju?”
Hooked. Guru grinned. She was sure Gidan had taken the bait.

But after a pause, Gidan asked,
“Guru… are you okay with it?”
“Huh?”

“If you really end up with a mom…”
“Oh, uh-huh.”
Guru nodded without hesitation.

“Gwuu wikes it…”
Family made her heart feel sweet and warm. Being loved and loving others was fun, and it made her chest feel like a fluffy cloud.
“If Daddy wikes hew, den Gwuu wikes hew too!”

Gidan smiled softly.
“Yeah, we should get to know the woman he’s meeting. Let’s go to Jeju.”
“Yayyyy!”

***
Having accomplished her goal...
Gwuu might get a mom…

Guru couldn’t stop her heart from pounding.
What kinda pewson is she?
Guru would welcome her with fireworks and give her all the snacks she’d been saving.

She’d show off her [Hunter License], prove how mature and clever she was—an adult’s dream child.
An’ Gwuu got impo’tant titwes, an’ she’s super rich…
She thought proudly of all the awards she’d received in kindergarten, imagining how she’d flaunt them.

But then…
…Wait, it not Gwuu’s matchmaking date!
Gidan said Daddy would have to meet the lady, and then they’d have to wuv-wuv first.

Daddy was cool and amazing, so he’d probably fall for her right away, right?
But… there was one problem.
What if she dun wike dat Daddy didn’t go to kindewgawten…?

Or worse—what if she’d seen that interview?
Guru pictured the anchor’s flustered face.
It happened back then too.

Dis is a minus… dat too…
Her mind spiraled, building a list of Daddy’s “minuses,” and as it grew longer, Guru fell into deep concern.
Daddy… what if she hates yoo… too many minuses…

Guru stared at Jurim with sad puppy eyes.
Jurim, sensing her gaze from behind the door, narrowed his eyes.
“…?”

He set his phone down and patted his thigh, signaling her over. Guru zipped to his side.
Instead of hugging him right away, she circled around him, scanning every angle before declaring firmly:
“Dat’s okay! Daddy’s… um, handsum!”

“…What brought that on?”
“Yup!”
He had no idea what she was thinking, but his face bloomed with a soft smile.

It was that gentle smile he always gave when she called him “Daddy.”
Guru beamed too, spreading her arms wide.
Jurim, used to this by now, scooped her up with ease.

From the phone he’d set down, a stiff voice from an answering machine still played.
Jurim quickly hung up, and Guru snuggled her squishy cheek against his shoulder.
“Daddyyy.”

“Yeah?”
Jurim kissed her forehead with a smack.
Uheehee!

“Daddyyyyyyy!”
“What now.”
His laughter abruptly stiffened as he asked with a serious face,

“…Don’t tell me you caused trouble again?”
Shake shake.
“Not yet!”

She hadn’t done anything yet!
“Yet?”
Acha! Guru quickly changed the subject.

“Uhh, Gwuu wants! To go to Jeju! Wif Daddy!”
“That’s what this is about?”
“Yeshh! Gwuu wants to see Gwampa’s wesowt an’ da sea!”

“Then maybe we should go and relax a bit.”
Guru nodded innocently, hiding her devious intentions.
Her clueless dummy of a dad...

He needed to spend serious time with the Daughter Lady, not busy little Guru.
But the matchmaking date had to stay secret from Daddy.
Chairman Nam had said Jurim would grumble and flat-out reject it if he knew, so they had to set the stage without telling him.

Guru clung tightly to Jurim’s neck as he carried her out to the living room.
But still—would Daddy be okay? Did he really have the heart to like someone again?
If he does… Gwuu’s gotta hide da kindewgawten thing weal good.

Feeling her gaze grow pitiful again, Jurim tilted his head once more.
“…?”