I Became the Younger Sister of the Game's Villain - Chapter 13.1
“So you’re saying you were just caught up in it?”
“Yes.”
“And the hunter you were with is someone you don’t know.”
“…That’s right.”
“Understood. Do you need our escort service to return home?”
“No, I’ll go by myself.”
“Okay, then.”
The Chae Bon officer, clad in a uniform akin to a bulletproof vest, saluted me briefly before he left.
I let out a tense breath.
The surroundings were taped off with police lines, the area a mix of yellow and dark red.
The street was littered with dismembered bodies like mannequin parts.
I had been wandering, looking for Yoon San Young, when I got caught up and interrogated. They were poking and prodding.
Where did you come from, where were you going, are you a hunter, what’s your name.
I went through what felt like every possible interrogation.
‘What the hell… is going on?’
My heart, still in panic, clattered on.
Shields.
Park Do Woon didn’t even appear on the scene.
When I asked that officer earlier, they said only Chae Bon had been contacted to handle the situation.
Clearly, things had changed.
The past that was supposed to be set in stone.
And quite obviously because of me.
“Is this some kind of butterfly effect?”
I whispered softly.
If I carelessly meddle with the story, things like this happen.
It felt like a warning I had ignored had come back to smack me.
At least, it’s a relief I secured one magic stone.
If I had continued recklessly, trying to act tough, killing whatever I could, snatching things, indulging myself.
‘Ugh.’
Chills ran down my spine. I hugged myself, rubbing my arms vigorously.
‘But now I know for sure.’
The narrative needs to change for me to earn diamonds.
But not so much that the future significantly shifts.
There won’t be a second mistake.
I needed a middle-ground strategy to catch both rabbits*.
(T/N: equivalent to the expression “to hit two birds with one stone”)
Something that could handle whatever situation might arise, as quickly and strongly as possible.
“No, but seriously, Yoon San Young…”
The Chae Bon officer earlier had been quite persistent in questioning me.
I chewed my lip anxiously.
It’s one problem after another, another issue floating and bumping around in my head.
My mind was racing and dizzy.
But.
‘I have to do what I can.’
I gritted my teeth and took a step forward.
I had to go.
Forward.
***
“It’s hot.”
I had only walked a little, but my nape was soaked with sweat.
I wiped it off with the back of my hand and scrunched up my face.
Even so, could they have made the seasons a bit less intense?
Grumbling, I created shade with my hand under the scorching August sun.
I craned my neck to gaze at the tall spire piercing the sky.
<Myeongdong Cathedral>.
According to the plan, I intended to find a weapon perfect for Lee Moa.
‘It’s a bit more hassle, but something with an attribute would be better.’
If it was just about acquiring a weapon for a mage, I had the money.
Any auction house would do.
However, Lee Moa was of the Divine affinity among mage types, something specially regarded.
It would be a waste not to exploit this characteristic, so to speak, in the name of a seasoned player.
Of course, it’s a cycle of happiness achieved only after breaking through with the skill…
But anyway, I needed a staff.
I also chose to prepare for the future.
There’s only one place in Seoul where you can undertake a holy weapon quest:
Myeongdong Cathedral.
There are not many missions available to build up the Divine affinity, and even if you hoard Divinity missions like crazy, it’s only possible to embark on the advanced weapon quest midway through the story.
In short,
‘It’s an insanely sweet quest for Lee Moa.’
(T/N: the term used here is ‘개꿀 퀘스트’ and while this can translate to ‘sh*t quest,’ there’s also slang which literally translates to “dog honey” but is used to refer to something insanely good. It can be likened to ‘awesome.’)
It was the only chance to get a weapon better than Lee Moa’s level.
Sometimes, I hear foreigners come on a pilgrimage, buying Akka to look around.
For Yoon Chae Hee, who holds no particular regret or faith towards any deity, be it God or Buddha, the grand cathedral was merely an impressive item shop.
But this was something else.
“…this place’s energy is impressive.”
The atmosphere was strikingly different when viewed up close.
Having finally arrived, I pressed my lips together in a pointless tension, feeling slightly intimidated by the subtle scent of incense and silence seeping out from the cathedral.
‘I just nearly died, but I should go inside.’
