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Chapter 92



Emily lay on her bed for a long time after returning to her room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Tears she hadn’t even realized she was shedding soaked into her pillow.

Her parents had died because they saved her—but she couldn’t bring herself to resent Killian.

The most unfortunate person in all this was Killian himself.

He had been born into a duke’s family and had known nothing but comfort and privilege, yet in an instant, he lost everything and was forced to live at the bottom of society. The thought broke her heart.

Worse yet, the very people who had saved her—his benefactors—had been killed because of him. Everything about his life was steeped in tragedy, and Emily’s chest ached with grief.

She resolved not to direct her anger toward the wrong person. The root of all this misery lay with the current Emperor.

Now she finally understood why Killian hated the temple and despised the imperial family so much.

Emily sat up and wiped away her tears.

Crying over what was already lost would change nothing.

It would be far better to find something she could do—even if it was small.

The more she thought about the Emperor’s greed—how many lives and how much happiness it had stolen—the more her body trembled with fury.

Swallowing her rage, Emily went to the room where Killian was staying.

When she knocked, his voice came from inside.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Emily.”

A chair scraped hastily across the floor, and then the door swung open.

Killian looked a little surprised, as though he hadn’t expected her to come.

“Please, come in.”

The faint scent of tobacco lingered in the air, but the room itself was spotless except for the slightly rumpled bedcovers.

He guided Emily to the small table by the window.

Killian studied her tear-reddened eyes with concern.

He felt guilty—he’d told her too much, too soon, before she’d even fully recovered.

“Are you feeling all right?”

“Are you going to ask me that every time we meet?”

Emily let out a soft laugh.

But after having watched her collapse right in front of him once, Killian couldn’t stop himself from worrying. He never wanted to experience that kind of terror again.

“My face just looks bad because I’m tired,” she said, trying to ease the tension in his gaze. “I’m really fine.”

“That’s… a relief.”

“Actually,” she said, her tone suddenly serious, “I came because there’s something I want to say to you.”

Killian tensed, waiting for her next words.

Ever since they’d parted earlier that day, his heart had been sinking lower and lower.

If she told him she wanted to separate from him now, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

After all, the Synope family could have lived peaceful lives if they had never gotten involved with him. If the Emperor’s command to execute him had simply been carried out, none of this would have happened.

He was the man who had taken away Emily’s happiness—and perhaps her future as well.

While these thoughts tormented him, Emily finally spoke.

“I understand now why you wanted to divorce me.”

Her eyes lowered, her voice trembling slightly.

“But… why do you want to be with me again?”

A heavy silence fell between them.

Then Killian spoke quietly.

“You really don’t know the reason?”

Emily lifted her head, and their eyes met—his gaze burning with emotion she couldn’t ignore.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Killian’s large hand gently cupped her face, wiping away the tear.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But I’m selfish enough to admit… I love you.”

His thumb brushed her cheek as he went on.

“I’ve carried you in my heart for so long that mere words like ‘I like you’ can’t possibly describe it.”

Once, he hadn’t even had the courage to acknowledge that love existed.

But now, it had grown too large to hide any longer.

Almost in desperation, he confessed everything.

And as if her heart had been waiting for it, more tears streamed down Emily’s face. She didn’t even know why she was crying so hard—only that she couldn’t stop.

Killian stepped closer and pulled her into his arms, holding her gently as she wept.

When she didn’t push him away, courage stirred in him again.

“Even if it’s hard,” he murmured, “won’t you stay with me?”

He meant it sincerely—if she refused, he would not blame her. He knew how selfish his confession was in light of their circumstances.

But miraculously, Emily nodded through her tears.

“Really?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment, the guilt and despair in Killian’s eyes vanished, replaced by hope.

His voice trembled. “Why… why would you stay by my side?”

Emily wiped her eyes and looked straight at him.

“You really don’t know why?”

Her words mirrored his from moments before.

Killian let out a shaky breath and drew her close again.

Emily loves me too.

The realization made his heart feel like it would burst.

With no one to interrupt, the two held each other tightly, enveloped in warmth and peace.

They hadn’t known that mutual understanding could feel so blissful.

After a long while, Emily composed herself and gently pulled away.

“But… have you finished planning the rebellion?”

The blunt question made Killian flinch before answering.

“Yes. There’s no room for failure.”

Especially now—with Emily beside him—failure was unthinkable.

“And if we do fail,” he added, “I’ll make sure you can escape to the Robert Empire. I’ve already arranged it.”

Emily shook her head firmly.

“Your crimes are mine now. I’m not afraid of anything anymore.”

The thought of the Emperor filled her with burning rage.

“I won’t just sit around doing nothing. Tell me what your plan is.”

Killian was silent for a long time, clearly torn, before speaking.

“I don’t want to drag you into this any further.”

Emily’s expression hardened.

“Why not? Do you think I’ll just get in the way?”

“That’s not it,” he said quickly. “I just don’t want to put you in danger.”

“I was already in danger the moment I chose to be with you.”

Killian’s face darkened again.

Emily took his hand firmly.

“Don’t look like that. I’m here because I chose to be. It’s my decision.”

“But still…”

“When I was kidnapped by the Giuliano organization, I escaped on my own,” she reminded him. “Do you really think I’m that weak?”

Killian slowly shook his head.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

“Exactly. So stop trying to protect me from everything.”

Before he could reply, someone began pounding on the door.

“Killian!”

It was Nox. Killian let out a deep sigh.

Should I be grateful for his timing—or curse it?

Emily reluctantly stood.

“We’ll talk more later.”

“…All right.”

Even as he agreed, Killian’s heart felt heavy.

When Emily opened the door and stepped out, Nox’s eyes widened in surprise.

“This is his room,” Emily said calmly. “I just stopped by to talk.”

“Ah… right.”

Nox nodded, still looking a bit confused.

From inside, Killian’s sharp voice called out, “Nox, come in.”

“I’ll be going to my room then,” Emily said politely before walking down the hall.

Feeling like he had interrupted something very private, Nox entered the room awkwardly—then froze when he saw Killian’s face.

“Whoa, why’s your face so red?”

His confusion quickly gave way to a teasing grin.

“Judging by the look of things, the atmosphere in here was real good, huh?”

Killian glared at him. “You’ve still got enough energy to talk nonsense? Maybe I didn’t hit you hard enough last time.”

Just thinking about how Emily had suffered because of this man made his blood boil.

Under Killian’s deadly stare, Nox swallowed hard and blurted out, “W-wait! But I did bring that old lady here in time—Emily’s fine now because of me!”

That… was true.

Maybe he’d just bury him except for the face.

No—better to bury that loud mouth too.

Completely oblivious to Killian’s murderous thoughts, Nox smirked again.

“So, you two are back together, right?”

At the question, Killian recalled their earlier conversation—and the way she’d held him.

“…Yeah.”

He answered simply, but the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

Nox studied his expression and let out a sly grin.

“So… did you talk to Duke Sadi too?”

“Oh.”

Killian froze. He’d completely forgotten about that.

“Yeah, that duke looked real excited about bringing the lady home,” Nox said with a laugh. “He’s been preparing everything. He’s gonna be heartbroken now.”

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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