Chapter 170 – Good Job, Choi Woo-Joo
Witch.
An ordinary pharmacist who lived in an old cabin on a forest road, the woman whom the artist loved.
Dal and Byeol, who looked like her, put sugar in my share of coffee.
“Uh, should I call it the moon? Or the stars…?”
“You’re both here, so you can call me whatever you want.”
Judging from the fact that you call me ‘oppa’, it seems like the moon and stars are the same…
But what can I say, that soft yet kind appearance is unfamiliar to me.
Dal-i is cocky yet dishonest, rough yet cute.
Byeol is lazy, slow, and fierce, so he resembles a sloth.
He smiles shyly and hands me a glass.
Our kids are far from this kind of gentle and noble cuteness…
Could it be that a third being was born when the moon and the star merged?
“Well, then…”
Just!!
The moment I narrowed my eyes at the recent suspicious disease and was about to ask the witch a question,
The teaspoon that had just been stirring the coffee in the cup hit the top of my head.
It’s a spoon that’s slightly larger than a cotton swab, and it hurts terribly.
“Ahh?! What, why are you hitting me?!”
“They just roughly fix it because it’s broken, and we don’t care at all! What!
“My brother, who didn’t even know we were up and was just making rice cakes, is starting to get very suspicious again!”
A witch who had been sitting quietly raised her eyebrows and became very irritable.
Although her face was completely different, I could clearly see Dal-i’s features in her face.
The jade-colored eye that shined brighter than the purple left eye faded,
The witch sat down again with a calm expression and smiled awkwardly.
“I’m sorry, Oppa, I’m not good at expressing myself, so this is how I expressed my disappointment and gratitude.
“When I was broken and dying, my brother healed me, so I’m actually very thankful.”
“…Uh, is it a star now?”
I asked, rubbing the top of my head that hurt at the sudden change in personality.
The witch slightly shook her head, but this time her left eye sparkled,
He immediately flopped down on the table and yawned lazily.
“It’s me now~ The girl just now is a witch who was reborn as a mixture of her older sister and I.
“I just thought it was the two of us talking at the same time, even though our bodies became one.”
Byul’s slow speaking voice made me certain that the witch was my twin sisters.
The witch withdrew the purple light from her eyes and stood up shamefully, fixing her neck.
Every time I made eye contact with her, she smiled brightly and asked her to be reborn.
“…What happened? I fixed it, but I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”
“When Erdanis broke me, all the masks that were put on the world were shattered.
Except for the star my brother made, all the artist’s masks turned to dust.
So originally, the one remaining star should have been reincarnated as a witch, but it ended up like this.”
The moon before the transformation, the dream that every mask she met always cried out for.
Masks who competed with each other and gathered their desires to become ‘witches’.
In the end, among the creatures who disappeared without even realizing their dreams due to the whim of their creator,
Byeol-i, who was born from the hands of the only other creator, was able to make that dream come true.
The precious moon that filled her half of herself was reborn as a witch along with her older sister.
“So, are you the witch from the story I read… The pharmacist?”
“It’s true that this new body was made after him. But it’s still a little different, right?
First of all, since his soul does not exist in this world, he and I are different.
The hair isn’t all green, but there are some purple mixed in here and there…
“Ah, it’s a little embarrassing because it’s so colorful, but I still feel happy.”
The witch’s smile in her eyes overlaps with the artist’s memories.
Memories of an artist who has helped me greatly ever since I read it in the book.
Unlike the witch in front of me, the witch with the scar still looks happy.
A lazy afternoon spent drinking tea with your loved one.
The days when we laughed while watching plays in the courtyard before the sun set.
The happiness of all those days, the happiness of the artist and the witch, was conveyed to me.
“Anyway, I’m glad. I’m glad that both Moon and Byeol are safe.”
“…Thank you, thank you so much for stopping Erdanis.”
She was not the witch in the story, but a witch reincarnated in this world.
Not the Creator’s lover who unjustly lost her life at the hands of Erdanis,
A separate being born in another world, inheriting her appearance.
Nevertheless, the witch bowed her head to me and expressed her gratitude.
For saving me, for avenging the Creator’s wrath, for ending the never-ending play.
She said thank you, smiled brightly with happy tears in her eyes, and held my hand tightly.
“…How much of your personality did you inherit? Moon and Byeol have zero sensitivity, Deek?!”
Crunchily, the witch twisted my hand, her jade-colored eyes sparkling.
“Did he really do this at a good moment?”
“Oh, it’s sweet, I’m really sorry, it’s broken, it’s really broken, ah, ah…!”
“I hope you never forget that I am both the moon and the stars, brother.”
Hehe, the witch laughs mischievously and lets go of her hand, grabbing her coffee cup again.
The joke I made, unable to bear the sad atmosphere, lingers in my heart in a light and warm way.
Even though her broken hand hurts, she feels relieved and laughs mixed with a sigh.
“But, I have one more question.”
“What is it? I can answer anything if I know anything.”
“Is it Erya who gave you the goal of ‘If you gather your desires, you can become a witch?'”
It was the only incomprehensible contradiction in a good atmosphere.
Erdanis brutally killed the witch who took her artist’s heart.
If I were Er, the name I would never want to hear again would be Witch.
Why did Erdanis infuse his desires and dreams into his creations?
What is the real reason for implanting a device in the mask that allows the witch to be resurrected?
“No, Erdanis has never touched the mask other than through the magic ritual of becoming a saint.”
“What? Then how…”
“She was a woman and she intended the mask to be self-conscious, but she is not a witch.
The ‘witch’, who is both his lie and proof of his failure, is anathema to Erdanis.
At least the person who put those dreams and devices into the mask was not a saint, but someone.”
“…”
The earnest wish and desire of someone who wanted a witch to live.
If that earnest desire extended to the mask, then that’s right.
“…Ghosts really existed.”
“There is a witch, but isn’t she a ghost?”
As we smiled and talked, the bottom of the coffee cup suddenly appeared.
After quietly taking the last sip and setting down the glass, the witch opened her mouth.
“Now then, I will grant you one wish your brother wants.”
“What, is the goddess giving you a reward for catching the demon lord?”
“…I’ve always told you since I was Moon that I can grant your wish.
Of course, wishes related to human life and death are beyond my reach. Sorry…”
Desire and the power of a witch to achieve anything.
The witch, who knew what I was asking for from her power, apologized first.
“…How can it not work?”
“…This power that can fulfill my brother’s wish was created from people’s desires.
The desire that the mask and the saint gathered over a long period of time is the source of this power.
The wish to return them to this force that is so intertwined with human life and death is…”
“It won’t even be possible.”
Dad, Jaehyuk, and countless other people who died because of the mask.
Hoping for a world where everyone returns goes against the power of desire.
Even after going this far, I have a bitter smile at the hope that I cannot reach.
“…You have a lot of time, so you can think about it slowly.”
“No, I remembered something. What I want.”
What I want most now is to become a man who can fulfill his role as a person.
“Let everything about the saint, the fanatics, and the mask be forgotten.
“My wish is to return everyone to normal. Is this possible?”
All the masks of the world were destroyed.
There must have been an owner for the countless masks spread around the world.
There must have been many more saints under countless masters.
In such a situation, it would be dangerous if all the masks in the world were broken at the same time.
Forced destruction rather than natural crumbling due to absorption of desire.
A dangerous situation both for the owner who has lost control and reason, and for the woman who has become a saint.
The owner will run wild or die instantly due to an outburst of desire, and the saint’s body will melt and die.
But the aftermath of that terrifying mask has not yet hit the world.
Inside this cabin, the flow of time is based on the owner of the cabin.
Time doesn’t pass while I’m in the cabin.
So what if everything is erased with the power of a witch before leaving the cabin?
If we erase all the masks that have ever existed in this world, that is possible.
The mask can save people from losing themselves and dying.
“…I can do it, but is it okay? There is no concept of exceptions to wishes.
I know very well that my brother is trying to save the remaining masters and saints in the world,
“The believers and my brother’s saintly sisters will all return to human form.”
“…Unlike when the connection is lost, all your memories and body are erased, right?”
“Yes, so be careful…”
“That’s enough, I have something in mind too.”
He strokes the witch’s head as she crosses her hands with a worried look in her eyes.
I decided to take responsibility for my saints and their lives.
As their owner, I will never abandon them.
Even if they return to human life, they are mine.
“I can make every single person beg to be made a saint again.”
Oblivion is only temporary, isn’t it an opportunity to make these human beings saints again?
I think I dug up an alt because I was tired of doing daily quests with a max level character.
They can never leave me, I won’t let them go.
You will both want each other again.
I had a strong belief that we would become a master and a saint again.
“Wow… I really feel like a pervert…”
“I don’t even have the energy to deny it anymore.”
Of course, you will be scolded later and ask why you did something like that…
To save those who have been hurt by desire,
I have to pray that Choi Woo-joo did it because he was doing his part.
“…Then, are you really going to do it?”
“I will ask you to do so.”
The witch closes her eyes and responds with a smile to my nod with a smile.
A warm light spreads around her as she calmly holds her hands together.
The door of the cabin was wide open in a pleasant breeze, and the area beyond was shining brightly.
“…That’s it, let’s go home now.”
“…Are you taking me too?”
“Of course we should take him. And Erdo, who will be used as a toilet while the world is repaired.”
“…Ugh, the artist is also a vessel of desire, so what’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me, I’m the one who saved the world with this desire?
“If the artist is that good, she should be that person’s younger sister.”
“I don’t like it, I like living as brother and sister.”
“…It feels strange.”
As I walked out into the bright light, a witch followed closely next to me and smiled.
As I walked down the long hallway of light, I had a conversation with the artist and witch of this world.
“…Well, since they’ve become one, it’s hard to keep calling them the moon and the stars.”
“So? Are you giving me a new name too?”
“Yes, we are going to live as brother and sister for the rest of our lives, so we should give them really pretty names.”
“…Hehe, what is it? My new name.”
“Choi Eun-ha, this was originally the name I was going to give myself when I had a daughter, but I’ll give it to you.”
“…I still like this one.”
“So you’re saying you didn’t like the moon and the stars?”
A daily conversation where we exchange jokes that are not poetic.
As I walked, walked, and walked again, lost in the peace, I saw light.
Not the jade-colored light emitted by the cabin and the galaxy, but warm sunlight.
A peaceful street in Seoul that doesn’t look much different.
“…Good job, brother.”
“Huh.”
I smiled involuntarily at the sight of a world that wasn’t that different.
While shedding a single tear.
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