Chapter 457 – Episode 457: Attack of the Constellations 2
A collaboration between a loyal canine and a helpless nightmare.
It’s a gathering of males who have fallen into the reverse world, and it’s difficult to get involved with just the two of them, so who knows… No, it was a social gathering that attracted so many constellations that it barely filled four people.
I thought it was a shabby group that only exchanged a few plant seeds and worked in the same lab among the incarnations, even if it was exchanges between constellations. Until I heard the stories of our incarnations.
“No, I didn’t know that this would feel like a ticket to that continent.”
“Huh, really. Is that how it works? For some reason, the number of gentlemen looking for me has increased.”
As I went to the loyal canine’s tent, chewing on beef jerky, and talking about the stories I heard from the Avatars and the love letters I received, the guy scratched his head with his thick paw. As expected, this guy just didn’t understand the customs of this world.
Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one who was upset.
Feeling both relief and camaraderie at the guy’s stupidity, the loyal canine sensed something with the sharp senses of a werewolf. Growling and baring its teeth, it looks like a vicious dog that has been deprived of a bone.
“You, man. If you’re going to think something rude in front of others, at least control your facial expression.”
“Is it obvious like that?”
“Or at least verbally deny it!”
A cup as wide as a tray that purrs and sticks out its chin as if to punish. Before I get drunk, I shove a huge amount of alcohol down my throat, and instead of feeling bloated, I feel drunk.
A guy who always drinks sweet and strong grain wine, where did he get this kind of alcohol… ? Still, the refreshing feeling of intoxication is not bad and the corners of my mouth naturally turn up.
It seems to be the Eastern Continent’s version of the wine that resembles a nourishing tonic that I saw on the Western Continent. Drinking with pretty Hwasin is good, but drinking informally with a friend you can relate to comfortably isn’t a bad thing either. That is, until an order was issued to ban the guests, saying it was a waste of alcohol.
“Yumma! This is a precious drink! If you like this, buy some, don’t always come empty-handed. “You make a lot of money while living at the academy, so why do you always come here to drink?”
“That’s wrong too――No, but you damn bastard, if you take care of your wife, shouldn’t you at least give her alcohol for free for the rest of her life?”
“Uh? Is that so?”
As we’re having this stupid conversation, I feel like I’m really drunk. The guy who usually took care of his messengers by tearing off pieces of meat was seen running across the meadow, saying he wanted to see his white wife, so he was definitely drunk.
Perhaps this alcohol was also brought by a famous constellation as a gift similar to a bribe. It seems that the words of the lion heart that beats with our Avatars are true. The social gathering that guy and I made without thinking was a sign of the full-fledged activities of the one and only Constellation of Dream Demons.
With that thought in mind, I stood up and patted the pure white fur on my lap when I heard the voice of a loyal canine coming from outside the tent.
“If it’s real, strike a good balance. If you’re not sure, listen to the advice of those smart incarnations, the beating heart of a lion, or that female knight.”
“You damn child, are you treating me like a child too?”
“If you’re in your 30s, you’re just a kid. Man, your elf lover is hundreds of years old, and the Guardian of the Deep is also from a spirit creature, so he has been training for hundreds and dozens of years.”
“… How old are you?”
“Does it matter now? It’s childish.”
If you look at this guy, the way he talks, he seems to be around the same age as me.
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A constellation that had been quietly staying at the academy suddenly formed a small constellation association and became interested in and contacted other constellations’ gatherings, such as swordsmanship exchange meetings. In times like this, the busiest one is the Academy rather than other constellations.
That’s probably why the employees who keep coming to the door now.
“What is it again this time?”
“Uh, Constellation? Does Academy Director Arno need anything?”
“I don’t have any, so just go back. … “Don’t ask me if I’m really okay and just go.”
“It’s really okay… Ah, yes!”
This is something I am thinking about again now, but the Academy is very large. It occupies an entire huge island in the inland seas of the four continents, north, south, east and west, and has natural coastal cliffs and small mountain ranges, and there is room for an airport and troop station within it.
Because the job was to manage such a large, global facility, there were far more employees, directors, and people in power than I expected.
This meant that the Academy had become To-Academy, and every time an assassin, a hypnotized victim, or a kidnapper came in, the directors and the chairman with bald foreheads who came to apologize were just the tip of the iceberg. Not all the people who come to tell me business are directors, but they will be people who occupy a certain place.
“Wow, why are there so many customers?”
“Hehe, isn’t it all because we recognized the greatness of the Constellation?”
“Then will you take care of everything for the great Constellation?”
“… “I feel the limits of my capabilities just by managing the electronic spirit and the gallery.”
I thought about passing it all on to Lee Ha-rin, who was smiling mischievously next to me, but when I thought about it, there were too many things I ordered, so I passed. Let alone the half-forced arm banding of Seonghwa Gallery, there were so many things about research results that I couldn’t sleep.
Among our Avatars, the only ones who are free are Han Ye-ji, who patrols regularly to maintain security at the Academy, and Alexandra, who is about to graduate.
But Yeji is a game girl who has evolved from a pyeonsun to a security guard, so she knows less about the law than I do, and what should I say to Alexandra… I’m not saying anything bad about her, but she was a typical Northern Continent woman. She secretly has a strange mindset that thinks it’s natural to go through legal procedures.
“But Constellation? If it bothers you that much, shouldn’t you just announce that you shouldn’t contact me?”
“But… Do I have anything to announce? Through the academy?”
“No, I think people will understand if I write it any way.”
As I lie down on the sofa thinking that, Harin sneaks up on me. What she was holding in her hand was none other than a smartphone with a Seonghwa gallery on it.
… So, you mean to write a political message to other constellations, academy directors, and various associations of scientists, wizards, alchemists, witches, shamans, etc., In the constellations and the Avatar Gallery?
Thinking that the electronic spirit’s mischievous prank had made her lose her temper after seeing her grandfather’s naked body, she lightly touched her forehead and felt a warm body temperature. I don’t think I have a severe fever, but my eyes seem puffy these days, probably due to lack of sleep.
“No, don’t look at me like that. “I’m not talking bullshit, I’m really being serious.”
“Yeah, I see? Shall we go to bed first?”
“I’m not saying this because I don’t have enough sleep, but there are many people like me, right?”
“Okay. They say that when people lack sleep, cases like yours increase. Even though you received the affection of a dream demon, you have not become a complete dream demon like Ha-eun, so let’s take a good nap.”
In order to avenge the lukewarm stares she received yesterday, she fluttered in frustration as her suggestion to write a notice to Seonghwa Gallery was treated as nonsense due to lack of sleep.
Obviously, I was the one who drank the spirit-intoxicating liquor from the loyal canine’s tent, but why did our Harin get drunk? When I pat her on the back, half teasing and half worried, she mutters like that, and the way she snorts furiously, as if she’s angry, is so cute.
Still, she didn’t let go of her smartphone until the end because she was sincere in telling Seonghwa Gallery. As I hugged her tightly and patted her back, the corners of her eyes, which had been strained, melted, but her argument did not waver.
“No, I’m not joking. Listen. I’m famous as the Avatar who does the Constellations and Avatar Gallery, but I’m not the only Avatar. Since the name of the gallery is a constellation and avatar gallery, in addition to the avatar hopefuls who come in seeking information, there are quite a few avatars who come in seeking information.”
“Oh, really? … Are there many kids like you?”
“… What does that mean?”
Even though she still doesn’t take it seriously and dismisses it as a joke, she still continues to explain.
When it comes to anonymous Internet communities, there are people who look at them with contempt because of my memories of my past life, but in this world, they are close to a very large major site. Just looking at the average number of views, it’s usually in the thousands, not hundreds, and useful information posts are viewed by tens of thousands or more than hundreds of thousands of people.
Right now, we Hwasin also have a lot of information that we found in Seonghwa Gallery, but does that mean we can write our position statement there as a constellation? Only netizens recognize it as good, but I don’t think other constellations will recognize it.
“So, if you post something here, most of the Avatars will recognize it and tell it to their Constellations. There are quite a few people like me who are legal representatives, and they all logged out after seeing me wearing an armband.”
“Okay. I see.”
“Oh no! Because it’s real! “Then would you like to make a bet with me?”
Harin exploded at my disbelief until the end. When Alexandra returns from class, she is startled and runs into her living room, but she snorts and confidently suggests a bet.
The bet is that if I declare not to contact Seonghwa Gallery, will the annoying contacts from me stop? In short, it was a bet on whether it would be effective to pin my statement on the Seonghwa Gallery bulletin board with the privilege of the armband.
… Something like this, a bet?
And… Did I lose?
