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Chapter 48



In the afternoon, the three of them headed together to Toto’s shop.

Since all the cakes had already been sold, there was no one in the shop except Sally.

“Welcome!”

Sally greeted them warmly.

“Sally, how have you been?”

“Miss, I’ve missed you!”

Emily, making sure she didn’t miss anyone among the residents of the estate, cheerfully greeted Sally as well.

It was unusual for noble ladies to greet commoners so familiarly, so Pete found Emily’s behavior quite surprising.

“It’s a bit messy since we just closed.”

Sally said shyly.

“That’s fine. I’d like to look around the shop a bit.”

Pete carefully observed the interior of the shop. While he did so, Sally seated Emily and Killian at a table near the window.

“I’ll bring some tea.”

“I’ve had enough tea already. How about you?”

Killian shook his head.

“Then I’ll at least bring some water.”

Sally said this while stealing glances at Killian. She had never seen someone so handsome in her life. Suddenly, Toto looked like a lump of flour that had been kneaded too much.

Seeing the look in Sally’s eyes, Toto fidgeted and took the tray from her hands.

“I’ll bring this for you.”

“Oh, it’s fine…”

Sally watched with disappointment as the tray left her hands.

“How many cakes do you make per day?”

Pete’s voice came from the kitchen.

“During the day, we sell cakes in the shop, and from 3 PM we start making cakes for the next day. We make about 80 cakes in roughly ten hours without much rest.”

“Can you make the cakes a day in advance?”

“Yes, that’s fine for the next day.”

Hmm, Pete rubbed his chin.

“That’s far too few to expand the business. How much could production increase if you hired staff?”

“Well… if we follow the conditions I mentioned at the mansion and make sure employees’ working hours are observed…”

Toto calculated diligently in his head.

“If we estimate 50 cakes per person per day, that should work.”

If the Star and Sinope families invested, they could hire at least ten staff members initially, which would increase daily cake production by at least six times.

“We’ll need to expand the shop, considering storage for the cakes as well.”

“I already have a location in mind.”

They began discussing various other details as well.

“Do we need a freezer to store the cakes?”

Killian asked, and Toto lowered his eyebrows in response.

“A freezer would be great. But storing that many cakes would require an enormous amount of mana stones.”

“That’s not much of a problem.”

Pete nodded at Killian’s words.

“You mean the mana mine owned by the Star family? We’ve just been sorting out the unusable mana stones, but we could use them to build a freezer.”

“Can we really use that?”

Toto’s eyes sparkled, and Pete raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, as long as the Star family gets their share of the profits.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

As the business discussion intensified, Emily, who had returned, joined in and offered several ideas.

“Can we sell cakes at your club temporarily?”

“That’s fine.”

Pete, listening nearby, also agreed enthusiastically.

“That’s a good idea. Selling them as ‘Sinope specialty carrot cakes’ could be great promotion.”

“Yes, it would be nice to promote them when Toto’s shop is refurbished and reopened.”

“We should also think about how to distribute the cakes.”

Having grasped most of the key points, Pete stood up.

“There are documents and permits I need to get, so I’ll go to the capital tomorrow morning.”

Since the capital wasn’t far from Sinope, a round trip in a day was possible.

Sally looked at Pete with admiration this time. Seeing someone so intelligent and professional in their work was incredibly impressive.

Toto again felt anxious as he stood before Sally.

“How long will the paperwork take?”

“The official documents should be ready within three days. If it takes longer, we can expedite it with money.”

He looked at Emily and Killian as he spoke.

“I should return to the mansion to prepare before going to the capital tomorrow.”

“Do that. Good work today.”

Feeling satisfied with Killian’s acknowledgment, Pete left the shop with a light step.

After he left, Emily checked her watch.

“We should make way if we want to prepare cakes for the next day.”

Toto checked his watch as well. It was already past two o’clock.

“Thank you for coming today.”

“How many times are you going to thank us in one day?”

Emily laughed and got up with Killian.

Thanks to how smoothly things went, they might be able to go to the capital sooner than expected.

As they left Toto’s shop, Emily spotted Grandma Juliet picking fruits at a shop across the street.

“Oh? Grandma Juliet?”

“Do you know her?”

“Yes, she’s Toto’s grandmother. I know her well. Can I go say hello briefly?”

“Of course.”

While Emily went to greet her, Killian decided to wait leaning against a tree across the street.

“Grandma!”

“Oh my goodness!”

Grandma Juliet, surprised by Emily running up to her, clutched her chest.

“Hey! You can’t scare an old lady like that!”

“Didn’t you want to see me?”

Emily asked with a bright smile.

“I’ve heard you got married. How did you come down here?”

“I came to visit because I missed you.”

“You’re funny.”

But Grandma Juliet didn’t dislike Emily’s cheekiness; a smile lingered on her face.

“Anyway, tell me how you’ve been. I sometimes try to read news about you, but my eyesight isn’t great.”

“Nothing special. Married life is peaceful.”

“Married life is peaceful?”

For some reason, Grandma Juliet didn’t easily believe Emily. She squeezed Emily’s hand and clicked her tongue.

“Do you remember Louis?”

Killian, with his heightened hearing, perked up at the sudden mention of a man’s name and focused on their conversation.

“Um, Louis?”

Emily clearly remembered him, even looking slightly embarrassed.

“That young master still hasn’t forgotten you, and he’s been clipping every article about you.”

Hearing this, Emily glanced back to check on Killian. The distance was too far for him to hear the conversation.

When their eyes met, Killian gave a small hat-tip greeting, as if signaling he couldn’t hear the conversation.

Satisfied, Emily turned back to continue talking with Grandma Juliet.

“How do you know he clipped the articles?”

“My great-nephew is Louis’ personal servant. That’s how I found out.”

Louis was the youngest son of Baron Roman.

He loved Emily but couldn’t confess due to their social differences. When Charles proposed, he nearly fell ill from the frustration.

Even without confessing, it was obvious to everyone that he had a crush on Emily.

“Louis isn’t married yet?”

“No, he’s already 25.”

The Roman couple had been embarrassed by their son’s behavior and tried to find a bride for him, but it wasn’t easy. Who would satisfy him when he had a crush on Emily?

“We should pray that a good bride appears soon.”

“Hehe, if that young master knew you were here, he’d be heartbroken again.”

“Maybe.”

Emily smiled awkwardly, trying to wrap up the conversation.

“I should go now. I’m with my companions.”

“Okay, before you go, come by the carrot field. I’ll make carrot soup for you.”

Emily grimaced at Grandma Juliet’s insistence on her still-tasteless carrot soup.

Killian straightened his back as he watched Emily say goodbye to her grandmother.

“Louis, huh… why is he clipping articles about someone else’s wife?”

Unaware of Killian’s dark thoughts, Emily walked up cheerfully.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“No problem.”

Killian wanted to ask who Louis was but held back. Since he was called a young master, he must be one of the few noble heirs in Sinope.

As long as it wasn’t the son of the Roman couple who had dined with Emily, it was fine. He seemed to have cared for Emily, but there was no way he could punish their son.

“Can we stop by the art shop before returning to the mansion? They sell some paintings there, and the owner and I share similar tastes, so I’ve bought a few before.”

Killian agreed without hesitation.

 

Getting to know Emily’s tastes was important to him.

TRGCF 36🔐

TRGCF 36🔐

Chapter 36



I couldn’t guess what kind of answer I’d get, so I was a little wary.

Ha Ji-hyun spoke very gently.

“Just trust the fans, actor-nim.”

“…Huh? Trust who?”

“The fans. Su-a’s fans are going to search and stream like crazy and link the two videos. That way, the views will naturally rise together and the algorithm will start pushing it!”

She said it so confidently that I almost believed it. But honestly, it didn’t sound realistic.

‘What fans do I have?’

I was just a child actor who’d briefly appeared in two projects. Wouldn’t it take at least five years to build a fanbase?

Still, I didn’t deny Ha Ji-hyun’s faith in me. She worked hard — no point in discouraging her.

Anyway, what mattered was that I fulfilled my promise. If the video got views, great. If not, oh well.

“It’s done! It’s trending!”

…I really didn’t think it would actually happen.


[Dad Judgment/Info] All you Pul-moo-saes, gather!!!
(Note: "Pul-moo-sae" = pun combining "full version" & "fanatic bird", meaning die-hard fans who want full versions of content)

Our wish has finally come true!!!
Go right now to Hangil Entertainment’s YouTube channel!!!

Su-a fulfills her 7% ratings pledge from <Dad Judgment>!
Lee Su-a sings UNANSWER’s “You Don’t Know — What Kind of Feelings This Song Holds, But Someday I Want to Tell You, Chapter 1”

Even if you’re not a Pul-moo-sae, go listen!!! See for yourself why we begged for the full version!!!

  • Finally!!!!

  • The long oppression is over!!!

  • I believed in you, damn it~~~!!!

  • Hi to all the Pul-moo-saes!

└ You heard the song?

└└ Yeah.

└└└ New Pul-moo-sae here, hi!

└└└└ Hi~

  • LOL that thread above... were you just looking for fellow fans or what? 😂

  • That title is still crazy even now.

└ It was already long, and then they added “Chapter 1”?! Insane 😂

└└ Were they planning a Chapter 2 if it got popular? LOL

  • This is it… This kid is a prodigy, seriously.

  • My wish is fulfilled, I can die happy now…

└ RIF — Rest In Full version 😭

  • She sings so well, my ears are blessed.

  • She’s 10 years old?! How can a 10-year-old do this??

└ There are lots of idols who start training at 10. It’s not that unusual.

└└ But she’s an actress though.

└└ She sings better than most adults.

└└ Why compare across fields tho?

  • Honestly, she could be a singer or an idol. Why is she acting?

└ Uh… this is a drama thread. Kinda irrelevant.

└└ I mean… I just meant her talent’s being wasted.

└└└ Would you say that after seeing Min Seo-dahee?

└└└ Her next project is a film with Director Hong LOL

  • She’s talented in both acting and singing — maybe she can do both!

└ You must be a musical fan!

└└ Crap, you got me. But seriously, listen to her.

└└└ Musicals are out… Too expensive T_T

  • Doesn’t matter — I’m just happy we got the full version!!!


Apparently, more people wanted the full cover song than I expected.
People affectionately called “Pul-moo-saes” (full-version fanatics) flocked to every community the moment the video dropped, generating a decent buzz.

On top of that, Oh Na-yoon and other UNANSWER members made reaction videos and promoted it on social media.
For them, it was a smart marketing move to ride the wave — but thanks to that ripple effect, my name also spread widely.

‘Still… trending? Really?’

The video of me sneezing had gone up on the official broadcast channel and went viral thanks to Go Jin-ki’s popularity — that made sense.
But this? I didn’t get it.

Sure, the original song hit No.1 on the charts, and UNANSWER was producing tons of content with their members all in — but still, how did my cover go viral?

“You see? I told you! Su-a’s fans worked hard!”

Ha Ji-hyun beamed through her tired face.
Apparently, she’d been swamped with calls from reporters since morning.

I hadn’t intended to promote the film through the cover, but once it started trending, articles began mentioning it alongside the movie.

Some reporters asked if I really sang the entire song, or if there was autotune involved.
They also asked what I thought about the comments suggesting I become a singer.

But Kwon Du-il was firm in his stance.

“We’re sticking to our path. Because we are Hangil Entertainment!”

He said that confidently to the press, but once we were alone, he whispered to me:

“Of course, if you want to try, I won’t stop you. Acting might be the most fun now, but that could change as you grow.”

I just smiled.

I know what I’m good at and what I enjoy.
I’m grateful people like my singing, but that alone doesn’t dictate my path.

Right now, I’m focused on acting — and on changing my mother’s future.


“Do you want to be my student?”

“Me? But this is my first time trying this.”

“Exactly. So? Want to be my student?”

Pansori master Park Young-ja, a friend of Director Hong Il-beom, gently took my hand.

“I’ll treat you better than Il-beom ever could! If you stick with me for 20 years, you could become a National Treasure and a Master.”

“Wow, really?”

“Of course! Auntie guarantees it!”

I giggled and pulled my hand back.

“Still, I want to be an actress. Acting is the most fun.”

“Pfft. Fun should be a hobby. What you’re good at should be your profession if you want to live happily.”

“I’m good at acting too! When my next movie comes out, please come watch!”

Park Young-ja looked a bit disappointed, but Lee Ok-dan, who’d come along for the interview, stepped in.

“Unni, are you trying to poach our actress in front of me? That won’t do.”

“But you’ve seen how talented she is.”

“Of course. I saw it all. Not just her singing, but her acting too. She’s good at everything. That’s exactly why we should let her do what she wants.”

“Aigoo… Still feels like a waste…”

Lee Ok-dan led the reluctant Park Young-ja into the main room, motioning for me to rest.

“Su-a, water.”

I took the water Kwon Du-il handed me and looked around Park Young-ja’s house.

Built near a quiet mountain, the house had a big yard and high walls — probably to allow for vocal practice.

The living room felt like any traditional Korean home, with folk paintings, Buddhist tanghwa scrolls, and small Buddha statues.
There was even a sort of altar in one corner. I was curiously inspecting it when Kwon Du-il gently pulled me back.

“Just in case — don’t touch stuff like that without permission.”

“Stuff like what?”

“Huh? Um… that…”

He stammered. It wasn’t something he believed in, but he was clearly unsure what to say because I didn’t understand.

I narrowed my eyes.

Let’s do a little detective work.

I’d heard that Park Young-ja came from a family of hereditary shamans, though the line was cut a generation ago and she turned to pansori instead.
When this came up yesterday, Kwon Du-il volunteered to come with me instead of Lee Won-seok.

He didn’t look surprised by the altar or the tanghwa scrolls, but whenever I got close to them, he steered me away.

‘Did Mom tell him something?’

“Oh gosh! That general in the scroll looks terrifying. Su-a, Uncle’s scared. Let’s go over there, okay?”

He freaked out over the painting — definitely trying to distract me.

I stared at the red-eyed general in the scroll and said casually,

“I’m not scared of things like this. What scares me is people who blindly believe in them.”

Kwon Du-il froze. I smiled slightly.

“Don’t tell Teacher Park, okay?”

Gods just exist — they don’t act. Humans do.
So using gods as a reason for your actions feels cowardly to me.

I don’t deny the existence of gods, but I don’t think they have some massive influence over human lives.
Actions are human choices. That’s it.

A god can be a motivation, but never an excuse.

…This could work for “Cheon-young.”

“Where’s my script and notebook?”

“Oh — here.”

I took out my notebook from the bag Kwon Du-il handed me and wrote down the thoughts I just had.
Then I compared it to the script, adjusting Cheon-young’s lines and subtle mannerisms.

I annotated every scene Cheon-young appeared in.
When I finally looked up, three pairs of eyes were staring down at me.

Park Young-ja muttered in awe.

“She really needs to act.”

“Right?” said Lee Ok-dan, nodding proudly.

Kwon Du-il gently sat me upright. When did I lie down?

Park Young-ja took the script from my hands, skimmed through it, then asked Lee Ok-dan,

“Did you take her around to shamanic rituals or something?”

“No, not yet. I was going to if necessary. Why?”

“No need. If she just performs it the way she’s written it, she’ll seem more convincing than most rookie shamans.”

Two of them looked at me like I was some kind of wonder.
One looked completely flustered.

 

I just smiled innocently.

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