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Minjun left home that day. He reported to Telesia what he had heard and guessed.
It was also relayed to the committee, and Del was isolated from Minjun. However, contrary to expectations, he remained in Ashtal. Minjun thought that the reason was because of the ‘special application for retention of dispatch site’ he had submitted.
He thought. There was no point in keeping Dell in this dimension, and he didn’t want to remain in this place where terrible memories were seeping out everywhere.
So Minjun canceled it.
As previously announced, the talents paid were not returned.
***
Gedwick planned to contact the princess of Endelion again the day after his video meeting with her. After all, it would be undesirable to keep the princess waiting for more than a day.
And the response to the request to create a seat on the committee’s district representative office was set to, “We are very sorry.”
That was definitely the plan.
“···You’ve already reached out to the representative.”
The tentacle creature beyond the image looked at Cavite with indifferent eyes.
The princess said.
“There’s no need to deny it. When I contacted you, the consultation with your higher-ups had already been concluded.”
“What exactly are your conditions? And which of the delegates···”
Endellion drew a line.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I need to tell you that.”
Cavite cursed inwardly. ‘That green-eyed little bitch!’
But he spoke politely, without showing it on the outside.
“As soon as I finished my audience yesterday, I received a call from the Grand Committee. It was an unusually roundabout sentence, and it emphasized that it was a recommendation rather than an order… But the bottom line was that they were concerned that the position on Earth had been vacant for too long. They also pointed out that the percentage of Endellions among the personnel assigned to my jurisdiction was too low. They also added that they asked me to pay close attention, as this could easily escalate into a race issue.”
I couldn’t ignore him when he spoke so openly.
Even the message came down in the name of the Council of Deputies. It is impossible to tell exactly which of the Deputies sent the message.
Cavite asked, hiding his discomfort.
“Since the above discussion has already been concluded, is there a reason why you made a separate request to me?”
The tentacle answered as if asking an obvious question.
“That way it looks pretty.”
“······.”
Gedwick once again realizes the difference in values between Endellion and Cavite.
The moment she won over the Grand Councilor, the princess had already won the fight. Nevertheless, she was polite and insisted on making the request to herself first. She judged that it was the polite thing to do.
And I didn’t even mention that to Gedwick.
‘They’re full of useless pretense from start to finish. Those bastards.’
He said to the princess.
“I will prepare as quickly as possible. I will send the information you need to know in advance through the spiritual communication network. I will tell you in advance that the amount will be considerable.”
“It’s okay. I like studying.”
And Cavite waited for the other party to end the communication first, out of courtesy to the royal family.
But instead of darkening the screen, the giant tentacle beyond the screen tells a strange story.
“And, about that slave from last time? He was caught on the video conference screen.”
What, you’re trying to find fault with me now?
Cavite was a little nervous because of Endellion’s unpredictable words and actions.
“I apologize again for that part. It is my fault for not being able to properly educate the slave I was assigned to. I will do my best to make sure that you will not experience such unpleasant things in the future···.”
The princess twitches her tentacles to indicate her denial.
“No, I’m not trying to blame the past. I’m just curious about something. Those slaves… how were they supplied?”
Gedwick asked, puzzled.
“Are you interested? But I understand that the princess’ race does not use humanoid slaves.”
The princess did not answer, and Gadwick grumbled to himself, ‘Damn it, are you expecting me to answer after asking?’ The courtesy that the royal family of Endelion extended to the commoner races of the Ancients was limited to the public sphere.
Kabite decided to just throw out the information that the other person wanted. If you think about it, there are definitely people in each race who have a hobby of collecting strange things. Like humans who raise insects or reptiles that others find disgusting.
“I think the princess would have similar tastes,” Cavite answered.
“Slaves supplied through the Cavite Fellowship within the Committee.”
The tentacle was silent for a moment and then said.
“···is it so?”
“Yes, if you want a slave with a similar body type, I think it would be better to contact them.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The princess, who had ended the call, was lost in thought.
The slave I saw last time caught my eye in many ways.
Those who work at the committee headquarters are indoctrinated with strict etiquette rules. This includes not being surprised or staring at people of all kinds, as this is a place where people of all kinds gather.
But the slave screamed as soon as he saw him. It meant that he had a deep-rooted sense of rejection that could not be resolved through education. And that scream was…
‘I don’t think it was because of physiological aversion. Besides, your original race is Shutan, right? You’re not a mammal, so there’s no reason to be so scared. Unless you have some terrible memories of being connected to Endellion.’
Another thing that bothered me was that she had only recently started her life as a prisoner.
According to the will of the Commissioner, information related to prisoners is classified as top secret, but the management of records of criminal arrests is relatively lax. Accordingly, the Princess recently looked into the records of the Shutan people arrested by the Commission.
But··· no matter how I looked at them, there was no one who could be classified as ‘Bezni’.
It smelled. And it was blatant.
As she continued to look, a certain incident record caught her eye.
An accident in which a jump ship transporting the Shutan princess and her party, who had been captured on Earth, exploded before reaching headquarters.
There were no survivors at the scene, according to official records.
‘Isn’t it too much to call it a coincidence?’
The route through which the slaves were supplied was also the Kabite Church. An image was drawn in the princess’s head.
‘Illegally supplied slaves.’
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The act of kidnapping and enslaving those who should have received lighter sentences. This is something Endellion detests, but it is not uncommon among the Kabites.
‘I guess I’ll have to hold on to this pack a little longer.’
It is not known whether a cavalryman named Gadwick was deeply involved in the supply of slaves, but he would feel burdened if this fact were revealed and a scandal broke out.
The princess, who had made that pledge, still had one remaining question in her mind.
‘If you had to choose one of the people you were riding with… who would it be?’
Intuitively, she would be the princess of the Shutan tribe, but I was not confident in this deduction.
‘Is it really necessary to make her a slave? She doesn’t seem to have any special abilities. If her royal status is important, there’s no need to hide it.’
So I looked into it more. Her whereabouts in her original world and her sightings on Earth.
And she found it. It might seem trivial to some, but it was not trivial to her.
According to reports, the Shutan princess was extremely attracted to one of the prisoners guarding her.
The story of a species that would never show affection for humans acting as if they fell in love at first sight.
It seemed like a lie, but the princess couldn’t ignore it. It was because it brought back memories from the distant past.
“······.”
After being lost in thought for a while, she suddenly felt tired.
‘It’s been a while.’
Gedwick hasn’t sent the data yet. I decide to spend some personal time while waiting.
Pot!
After jumping through space a few times, she enters a room that only she has access to.
There was a man sleeping there.
It wasn’t Endellion. It was the body of an ordinary human.
The princess approached the man. There was no soul there. She was breathing normally and had warm blood flowing inside her, but she was just alive. If this continued, she would never open her eyes, smile, or speak again.
The princess had several plans. What she had in front of her now, if we were to categorize it, would be something like Plan B.
She looked at the homunculus, genetically identical to her ex-husband’s body, which was incomparably more advanced than the one that had been burned during her time as a prisoner.
“We will meet again soon.”
She stretches out her tentacles. The ones attached to her body were too thick and large, so relatively short and thin tentacles sprouted like new buds on tree branches. She brought them right up to the sleeping homunculus’ face. However, they stopped just before making contact. The princess hesitated for a moment. And then… she eventually withdrew the tentacles without being able to reach them.
Once again, the princess felt terribly tired. She quietly crouched down in front of the homunculus. The contrast between the huge rock island and the speck of dust floating in front of it was amazing. With a slap, Endelion’s eyes closed. Sweet sleep rose up from under her eyes.
Dell dreamed of a happy past.
***
=Ah··· Are you coming to your senses?!=
When Minjun woke up, the first thing he saw was a priest looking down at him with his back turned to the dim fluorescent light.
In his dim consciousness, he sees a three-eyed alien. He blinks his eyes several times. Soon, the boundary between reality and dream becomes clear. Minjun clearly feels where he is and what time it is.
The nightmare is over.
“Yeah, it happened.”
He answered in a hoarse voice and got up. Yumtus asked with a mental wave full of anticipation.
=How was it? Did you achieve your goal?=
Yumtus, who had been asking like that, flinched. It was because Minjun’s gaze was not ordinary.
The ‘incarnation’ he worshipped opened his mouth.
“The effect was… good. To the point of being excessive.”
For someone to say that, his expression was too fierce. It was as if he was saying, ‘The effect is so good that I want to beat you up right now.’ Min-jun frowned as if he was feeling a slight headache. The judge asked cautiously.
=I··· By any chance, wasn’t it as horrible a nightmare as you expected?=
Then Minjun gritted his teeth. As if to say, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“No, it was a really horrible dream. It’s the worst dream I’ve had in a while.”
Only then did Yumtus feel relieved and proud. However, when he heard the incarnation’s words that followed, it didn’t seem like a situation he could be happy about.
“But it wasn’t the kind of nightmare I wanted.”
It was an incident that left him with deep trauma. Since that day, Minjun has never settled down with anyone. He has also never used his talents or made concessions for anyone other than himself. Del made him like that.
It was such an important memory, but there was no need to dig it up now. He wanted a dream that was much older than this dream, a dream that was made up of memories that had been buried for a long time.
As he explained, Yumtus lowered his body.
=That was my intention, but I guess it wasn’t enough because my skills were lacking. Next time, I will definitely make sure that the incarnation is satisfied···.=
Since his divine power was already depleted, it was impossible to try again right away. Minjun said that he had worked hard anyway and came back to the surface.
My mouth felt bitter.
‘I didn’t see the memories I wanted to get back, but rather the memories I wanted to forget. Even when I dreamed, I only saw nightmares from that time.’
Minjun, who came up to the office, sat blankly in his chair for a while. It was such a vivid dream. It was like he was experiencing that time again.
A certain emotion that he didn’t even want to call lingering took control of his body. Minjun, who had been sitting like that, looked under the desk. At the sealed bottom drawer.
The prisoner was troubled. What he was about to do was useless.
But in the end, I couldn’t overcome the impulse.
Pot!
I briefly removed the seal and opened the drawer. Then I took out what was inside. I held it in my hand, leaned back deeply into the chair, and stared at it. I couldn’t even remember how long it had been since I took it out of the drawer.
Just then, there was a noise outside. The door opened and Cassie came in.
“You were here? You didn’t even call me all day.”
Minjun didn’t bother to explain the reason. Instead of waiting for an answer, as if he wasn’t expecting it, Cathy immediately suggested they leave.
“How many days has it been? Are you eating? Let’s go out together. Let’s go out for a meal for the first time in a while. I’ll buy some. I’ve already called the people at the bookstore. Of course, Eunseong will go too…”
Cathy rummaged through the closet and took out Minjun’s coat. She kept chattering as she did so.
“Mr. Jeongpal seems to be busy these days. Does he have to keep following someone around? I guess there’s nothing I can do. We should eat with people who are free, not busy people. Huh? What’s that knife?”
She saw the dagger Minjun was holding.
The world he stayed in before coming to Earth had poor development in magical engineering compared to mechanical engineering. This is the case in all remote dimensions.
Therefore, it was difficult to find materials that he liked there. It was useless to look around places with historical tragedies that could help with curse magic. Such planets were cleaned of all traces during the dictator’s lifetime, and to make matters worse, they were left with nothing proper due to the last-minute self-destruction.
In the midst of all this, this sword that came into my hand was a welcome gift.
Unfortunately, I used it for about a year and then put it away and never touched it again.
Still, I learned some magic, says Cassie, narrowing her eyes.
“That thing is just as expensive as the knife that Minjun usually uses. Isn’t it made of metal from Earth?”
He looked at it intently, as if his interest was piqued. Minjun grabbed the handle and covered the words engraved on it. It was an action he took unconsciously, even though he knew that Cathy couldn’t read it.
She asks, knowing that her boss hasn’t bought anything new recently.
“It’s something you’ve had for a long time, but why aren’t you using it?”
The agent thought about his answer for a moment and then said.
“This isn’t very good.”
“Really? It looks good···.”
The secretary, who had been tilting his head like that, said:
“Anyway, let’s talk before we go out.”
Minjun pretended to lose and got up from his seat. Then he put the dagger back in the drawer. He fixed the knife in the empty space next to the glass tube containing blood. Then the handle flipped over, revealing the phrase that had been hidden. It was engraved by his ex-wife. Minjun stared at it with a stern expression for a moment and closed the drawer again. In that way, he removed the old regret from his eyes. And he sealed it tightly.
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