Chapter 333 – Chapter 333: The Good Boy 5
Shouldn’t the Southern Continent be called the continent of taxidermy, not the continent of witchcraft? Of course, it’s not a real human stuffed with guts pulled out and drugged, but a criminal who was arrested while frozen solid with fairy magic, but it’s a bit of a headache to have this kind of gift.
Teeth and bones and feathers, by-products of monster corpses, stuffed giant monsters, fainting apocalypseists… Aren’t these items too grotesque to be called gifts?
Moreover, people’s eyes are focused, perhaps because of the stiff face of the apocalypse. Even if they were in a state where they closed their eyes as if they were asleep, they would have attracted enough attention, but somehow all of them were crying and screaming. I wonder what the hell he saw before he was subdued by witchcraft.
No, if I add a little more exaggeration, there will be more people who don’t want to know for the rest of their lives. If you collect photos of the faces of people who came as gifts, wouldn’t it be a kind of performance art with names like ‘hell of public interest’ or ‘moments of despair’?
But even in that situation, he was breathing, and when he put his hand on his chest his, his heart his was beating wildly. Is this a situation where they were literally stuffed alive? Looking back, the incarnations also shook their heads as if they had no idea.
“Hey… Items from the Constellation, right?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s right… Maybe?”
“Yes?”
The hotelier’s voice trembles, probably because he’s a bit weak. Hey, it’s only natural that the hotel staff would be surprised to see something like a stuffed animal frozen in the front of the hotel.
The crowd, who had been watching without making a fuss because of their sorcery and manners, couldn’t keep their silence this time and were talking in whispers. After watching the scene, Han Ye-ji sneaks out and starts searching the pockets of people who are stiff.
Starting with putting his hand into the pocket of his pants, he tried to shake off his jacket, and pressed his hands to see if there was a hidden pocket inside. Every time something trivial gets on your fingertips, take it out one by one and place it neatly at the person’s feet. Ye-na Song, who saw that, asked Han Ye-ji by holding onto her shoulder her.
“What are you doing?
“Hey, you guys come and look for it too. If it’s a gift and sent, there must be a note or memo. Even if it’s silent practice, you won’t be able to write.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll look for it from the back.”
People standing stiffly in a space full of trunk bags, and incarnations rummaging through their pockets. I feel that people who are curious about the bizarre sight gather little by little and watch it.
The curiosity to see events beyond common sense, not the favor for the constellation and the desire for witchcraft, is felt in the surroundings. Well, even if it were me, I would keep looking at the work of opening the pockets of a stuffed person with a screaming expression, even if I was curious.
Ignoring the gazes of the buzzing people, the incarnations rummage through their pockets. Tissues, coins, check cards, small animal bones and feathers that look like witchcraft items, trifles, and smart phones. The peculiar thing is that there are no wallets or identification cards.
That alone greatly increased the odds that these guys were apocalypse-like criminals.
No, if you think about it, as soon as you open your smartphone, you’ll immediately know if these bitches are apocalypse or not.
The incarnations meticulously rummage through gunpowder and poison, as well as the possibility of bombing using magic or witchcraft. As I watch her checking her pockets her as well as the inside of her bra and panties her without hesitation, perhaps because they are the same woman, I hear a strange clicking sound.
A noise coming from the hem of the coat of the woman at the far back. With a distinctly slow motion, she lifts the hem of her coat, and a small boy with flapping translucent wings jumps out.
“Ah, noisy…”
“…Fairy?!”
“It’s a fairy!”
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For the people of the Southern Continent, fairies were never something to be talked about lightly.
A fairy is a being born from the magic of nature and from ancient times handing out pranks and gifts that humans cannot handle. That’s what has been steadily woven into the Southern Continent’s unique shamanic culture for a long time.
The gifts of the fairies, the mischief of the fairies, the blessings of the fairies, as well as the changes that occur from the magical powers that they inhabit and scatter, and the spirits that follow them enchanted.
Just staying in one place and living and breathing is an existence that creates a bonanza that cannot be compared to a gold mine. It is understandable considering that the primeval forest, where fairies first appeared and have continued to live until now, is treated as a strategic point in the southern continent and protected like an academy.
And such a fairy was flying around in the hotel lobby right now.
“Why do humans burn the fruit and eat it?”
“Square board, get rid of it!”
“Ugh, what did you make with the flowers that smells like this?”
Spilling coffee, being hostile to the smartphone filming herself, covering her nose at the smell of a man’s perfume and staggering around, literally endlessly.
Even in the mess, people were all smiling. Instead of giving goosebumps with a soft smile, the smiles are excited and excited, like a child receiving a gift.
A middle-aged woman in a suit, a little older than a businesswoman, tried to keep her body straight, but she couldn’t stop her lips from twitching.
That’s right, every time I fly between the lights on the ceiling of the hotel lobby, the magical powder that sparkles from the wings of the fairies is sprinkled like pollen at a festival. People who receive fairy dust almost as reverently as if it gave showers to the desert castaways. Looking at that, I asked a question to the incarnations who had finished searching for their belongings.
“So, what the hell is this?”
“First of all, it’s certain that the shaman, a guide to the primeval forest, sent it. That fairy… I think she secretly followed her out of curiosity.”
“It seems that the organization of the apocalypse that invaded the primeval forest collapsed and sent these people as trophies. If you send them completely paralyzed like this, you can extract information from their heads with magic or witchcraft, so it can be seen as a gift. The reason for paralysis like this There seems to be a reason to preserve the information so that it does not damage the brain through escape magic or anything else.”
Hagiya, I was a little convinced when I saw the mess of a fairy who broke a smartphone and then spilled coffee and soared into the air in surprise with the hot steam. Even that mystical shaman only cares for and protects the primordial forest of fairies, and doesn’t seem to have 100% control over these rampaging fairies. My prediction changes gradually to certainty when I see people falling into smartphone aversion and running at me when I see a square and flat object.
Look at the doomsday theorist messing around in the woods for quite some time, and tilting his head after rushing into a square wallet. Of course, no one got angry when their smartphones were broken and coffee spilled on the table. I’m just worried that I won’t get burned by the hot coffee, or that the fairy’s little body won’t be scratched by the cracked smartphone.
Seeing the remnants of a broken smartphone or rushing to pick up a cracked coffee cup, it seems that I also have a shamanistic meaning.
“So, was there a letter enclosed with the gift?”
“Yes, it was in the inside pocket of the coat the fairy came out of.”
“Give me.”
Amidst the noise of the fairies, a Yeji sneaks up to her and holds out her stationery her. Pure white stationery with a round pattern engraved on its border. Without hesitation, she tore open the outer envelope and took out her contents her, and her neat handwriting her caught my eye. A long text that seems to contain everything that has not been said so far, as if even a sorcerer who practiced silent words is not limited to handwriting.
— A good kid will always be presented with sweet candy.
— Conversely, a bad child is only visited by a terrifying ghost.
A story about the gifts good children will receive and the punishments bad children will receive. It’s hard to understand what kind of metaphor it is, so I try to read the latter part, but suddenly the incarnations touch me. As I gave a rough answer without taking my eyes off the letter, the hand became a little rough. I raised my head wondering what was going on, and only then did I notice that the surroundings had become quiet.
“Me, Constellation?”
“What’s the matter?”
“What is written in the letter?”
“Can you see, too?”
That’s right, everyone is asleep, so we have to be quiet. A chunky woman in a suit is also asleep in her pompous posture, and the male students, who were in tears after being attacked while taking out their smart phones to take pictures, were also asleep leaning on each other’s shoulders. The cafe part-timer who was in tears because of the influx of customers, and the hotelier who was cleaning up the chaos. The only ones who have their eyes open in this place are me and my incarnations.
“Anyway, it seems like a prank of a fairy.”
“This?”
“Yes. Everyone who was exposed to the magic powder of the fairies fell asleep. I guess it’s only natural that they flew around making a fuss.”
“I don’t think so, do you?”
“What?”
“Look out the window. People outside are starting to fall asleep too.”
