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chapter 432
Even while Yeon Mirae was covering my mouth, I skillfully used the Sammaejinhwa and Heogongseopmul to cook the meat on the grill.
Once the meat was fully cooked, I moved it to a plate I had prepared in advance and placed new pieces on the grill.
“… Phew…”
Seeing me work, Yeon Mirae seemed to calm down somewhat and sighed before asking me:
“Master, everything’s fine, but what exactly did you mean when you said we could view posts on the community without signing up?”
“Huh? I meant it exactly as I said.”
“… That can’t be. Maybe it’s just that you don’t remember, and it logged in automatically?”
“?”
Something felt off. Normally, it seems like only members can view posts, right? That was what I thought… but then:
“Let’s eat first and think about it later.”
I didn’t want to risk letting the meat get cold just to check something. Figuring out why there was a difference between what I saw and what Yeon Mirae said didn’t need to be rushed.
“Ah, meat is important.”
Yeon Mirae agreed with me and took a piece from the plate into her bowl. I wrapped some in lettuce and ate it, and Sophia paired her meat with cheese. That way, we devoured about ten servings of meat for dinner.
“It’s about time to clean up. Both of you, help me a bit.”
“Should we open a window to ventilate?”
“That’ll let in cold air… Sophia, are you okay with that?”
The cold didn’t bother me or Yeon Mirae, but I asked just in case it might bother Sophia.
“Just a moment. I’ll put on a coat.”
“Alright. Mirae, I’m going to clean the grill, plates, and dishes with magic, so there’s no need to put them in the sink.”
“Okay~.”
We ventilated the room while cleaning up after our meal. Even though we had placed calendar paper on the floor to prevent oil from splattering, some oil still seeped through. Not a problem for magic, though.
“Cleanse, deodorize.”
Using my speech magic, I cleaned the room and removed all lingering meat odors.
“… Cleansing is one thing, but the deodorizing is really impressive.”
“Huh? Why?”
Seeing me finish the cleanup with magic, Yeon Mirae clicked her tongue in admiration.
What’s so impressive? She’s learned some speech magic from me already, so she can use it to some degree. Of course, I didn’t say that aloud because Sophia was right there.
“No, really. The deodorizing magic selectively breaks down or removes only the odor particles from the air… The fact that you can control the mana that precisely is amazing.”
“… Ah…”
Indeed, it’s a magic that requires careful manipulation of internal skill. But that’s in the standard method—selectively breaking down only the odor particles, just as Yeon Mirae said.
“If you break down all the surrounding air instead of just the odor particles, it’s relatively easy. It would be dangerous in an enclosed space, but in an open area, the air instantly replenishes itself.”
“True.”
So… did you just break down only the odor particles, or all the surrounding air?
“Just the odor particles.”
“Exactly. That’s why I said it was impressive.”
Anyway.
“Let’s check it out. How exactly did Master manage to see my post?”
“Since the computer was left on, we can just go in and check.”
I said that and led Yeon Mirae to my room. Sophia followed, looking curious.
“Look.”
I showed them my computer screen, displaying Yeon Mirae’s post normally.
“… Let me check.”
Yeon Mirae sat in the chair I had been using and checked if she was logged in.
“Ah, it’s logged in… Wait, what’s this?”
She looked at the screen in disbelief.
“Why?”
“Look at this! It’s showing real names instead of usernames!”
“… Wasn’t that just how the site worked?”
“No! Which modern site forces users to use real names?”
I also thought it was strange… Ah. So the problem isn’t the site.
“Is the issue with this computer then?”
“More accurately, it must be the account currently logged in.”
… But I’ve never signed up for this site.
“See? Look at the name on this account.”
I looked at the monitor and…
“Han Jaehee…?”
It was my mother’s name.
“Moreover, it’s an administrator account. I think your mother might have created this site.”
“… Now that I think about it, Mom was a fanatic about artists when I was little.”
After the incident where I sent dolls to rescue Mom during a hostage situation, she had shown such behavior. This site was probably made around that time. Automatic login on my computer is likely because my mother occasionally uses it.
“Wait… back then Mom didn’t know that I was the artist…”
“Exactly. She found out earlier this year.”
“……”
That means my mother has known I’m the artist for a long time.
“Huh?”
“Look. Your name appears as a real name. And the post you wrote… about how you used to hold me in your arms during training when I was little.”
“… Ah!”
So you’ve known I was the artist almost from the start and just pretended not to? Perhaps she was waiting for me to tell her myself.
“I feel a bit guilty now.”
“Right?”
Even after realizing this unexpected fact, we continued exploring the site. Since it was made by my mother, there was no real need to worry; we were just browsing for fun.
“Master.”
“Hm?”
“What’s this secret you share only with Chloe?”
The issue was that the site had posts with sensitive content. Especially a post by Chloe Greenwood mentioning a secret only she and I share, so Yeon Mirae pressed me about it.
“… Well?”
The problem was, I didn’t know which secret Chloe meant. Of course, there are secrets we share:
“One is the fact that I’ve reincarnated.”
The other is that Chloe is not a revenge user who awakened mental magic, but I use my magic to possess Merlin and harness the power of the Dream Demon. I didn’t know which one she referred to.
“The latter?”
“… You seem to have more than one secret.”
“Oh, one of them you already know.”
I transmitted both secrets to Yeon Mirae using telecommunication magic. Both were sensitive enough that I didn’t want to tell Sophia directly.
“… I see.”
Yeon Mirae looked slightly surprised. She’d known the first secret but not the second.
That’s enough about Chloe Greenwood’s post for now.
“Seems like a lot of people will be coming to Korea.”
After skimming the latest posts, Sophia said this. Indeed, that’s a bigger issue. Most foreigners signed up for the site have either come to Korea or plan to visit, not just for tourism but with a clear purpose.
“The 1st Artist Believers’ Gathering… Mirae, did you know about this?”
“No. I wasn’t interested in posts by other people.”
“Oh, okay.”
Arthur’s trip to Korea today was probably to attend this gathering. Thinking that, Yeon Mirae made a slightly displeased expression.
“By the way, who decided this is the ‘1st’ gathering? There have already been at least five similar ones.”
“… What do you mean?”
“This site is accessible worldwide, but there’s an official fan café for Master. Foreigners don’t seem to know since it’s only accessible in Korea.”
Regular meetings have been held several times there.
“Did you join that too?”
“Of course.”
Yeon Mirae nodded, as if joining the fan café was only natural.
“Well, we can’t just let this slide.”
She took out her smartphone and made a call.
“Who are you calling? What are you planning?”
“To inform the fan café operator. Some foreigners claiming to be true believers of the Artist have arrived in Korea…”
We need to see who the real believers are.
“?”
“?”
Neither Sophia nor I understood her actions.
“Why suddenly try to confront them?”
“Because there’s an opponent.”
“….”
I couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Oh, I’m sending a few photos. Check those first… Also, can you check the schedules of the elite members? They might need to go somewhere as a group… Yes.”
Meanwhile, the fan café operator apparently answered Yeon Mirae’s call. I wondered who might be managing my fan café. Could it be someone I know? That was answered immediately.
“No, I’m not talking to the Guild Leader of Cheolhyeol Guild, I’m talking to the Artist fan café operator.”
“……”
The Guild Leader of Cheolhyeol… meaning Ji Hyung-man also manages my fan café?
“Have you checked the photos? Then you know what to do. We’ll have to show those foreigners a lesson.”
Those foreigners haven’t done anything wrong, though. And yet, show them a lesson… saying that makes you sound like the villain.
