Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Priscia's Fangirl Embrace
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Prisia, the woman of massive build, and...
The embrace with Jin Seol-young, who seemed like she might snap if even a little pressure was applied, lasted a full thirty minutes.
After a brief silence, everyone's eyes turned to the two of them.
I couldn't even wipe the sweat trickling down my forehead, my mouth hanging open in shock.
This woman...
She had a peculiar scent.
The scent of a hardcore Jin-seong fangirl...
"Prisia."
"...Yes."
She replied, gripping her hands tightly.
Seol-young rolled her cute eyes around, her face a picture of someone desperately trying to figure out how to escape this situation.
"Do you happen to like Japan?"
"I love it."
I see.
Next question.
"Of the cities in Japan, which is your favorite...?"
"Akihabara."
"!"
That place revered as a holy site by otakus.
Her answer didn't stop there.
"Akihabara's great, but Odaiba and Shibuya have all sorts of cultures blending together. Saitama too."
"......"
Well, it was just a minor hobby, so I had no intention of saying anything about it.
I had no right to meddle in her private life anyway.
I just wished she'd let go of Seol-young, who looked like she was suffocating to death.
"Puhah!"
The moment she could move, Seol-young scurried over and peeked out from behind me.
That sight must have put another strain on her heart.
She clutched her left chest and let out a faint groan.
"I've found something even more precious than money."
"?"
"It's cuteness!"
Another slave had been born.
With that level of sincerity, she seemed trustworthy enough to leave Seol-young in her care.
"Please take good care of her from now on, Prisia."
"Leave it to me. I won't let a single creep get near the young lady."
I'd thought she was the quiet type, but surprisingly, she was quite talkative.
The next day.
As morning broke, piles of luggage towered like city walls. All of it belonged to Prisia. Curious, I opened a few boxes, and out came nothing but figurines.
Good lord.
How much money had she poured into these?
The figurines inside the glass cases stood like lords of a miniature kingdom, exuding dignity. Angular jawlines, meticulously painted eyes, folds in their clothes crafted with utmost care—everything so delicate it seemed it might shatter at a touch. Soft fabric lined the bases, preventing slips on the hard glass.
A quick search online showed similar ones priced at over three million won each.
No one could have imagined that an elite from the Heavenly Kingdom's counter-terror unit, who handled critical missions, was a figurine maniac.
I watched quietly as she carefully packed her luggage, handling it like priceless treasure.
Seeing Prisia smile innocently like a child, I was reminded once again that those who truly enjoy life are the real winners.
"Shall I prepare a room just for displaying them?"
"No need. It's not that serious..."
Not serious, my foot...
There were plenty of spare rooms.
"More importantly, may I modify one of the vehicles?"
"The vehicle?"
The car Seol-young would ride in was a Cadillac, the kind used by the U.S. President for official duties.
She must plan to work on it herself.
"It already has some defenses from the factory options, but I'd like to connect a dedicated navigation satellite system."
"You mean GPS?"
"Yes, something like that, but a higher-grade version. Think of it as operating solely for the young lady..."
Could one person really install that?
Prisia said it was possible.
"It is."
"Then go ahead."
Precautions for safety? No downside to that.
She was probably planning to use connections from her counter-terror days.
Sure enough, she pulled out her smartphone and made a call somewhere, confirming my guess.
By the way, the figurine she'd just taken out caught my eye—a busty blonde bombshell in a bikini striking a sexy pose.
Ahem, figurines aren't all bad...
'I want one of those...'
I'll ask for one later.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Before long, Seol-young's entrance ceremony arrived.
March, when winter's chill began to recede and spring's warm embrace enveloped the world.
The mansion was in chaos from early morning.
"Th-the uniform!"
"Here it is, young lady."
"Seol-young, eat breakfast before you go."
"Breakfast for the young lady is already prepared."
Prisia was competent.
Or rather than competent, she brimmed with maternal instinct.
She followed the girl around like a mother, toddling after her fledgling as it waddled on chubby legs across a meadow.
I too was dressed to the nines for the ceremony.
Top chaebol families would be there; I couldn't afford to be overlooked. I hated dangling accessories all over my body, but today was an exception.
A Richard Mille watch worth ten billion won, which I never wore normally.
The suit draped over me cost tens of millions.
And that wasn't all.
The LaFerrari, one of only a few in the country worth 100 billion won, had been waxed to a shine for today. Seol-young would ride in it, flanked by security teams front and back.
Didn't Director An Ho-won say it?
First impressions matter greatly at schools like this.
Middle schoolers or not, these kids weren't ordinary.
They had their own standards based on what they'd seen and heard.
"Let's head out."
With all preparations complete, we boarded the vehicles.
Prisia, skilled in piloting helicopters and all sorts of transport, took the wheel of the LaFerrari. Brands had slight differences in controls, yet she adapted instantly and handled it with ease.
See? My instincts were right.
Bringing her along was the best decision.
Vrooom!
A black van led the way, followed by the impressive convoy.
The procession from Hannam-dong didn't stop until it reached Daehan Middle School.
"Whoa, what's that?"
"Some big shot must be coming."
"To middle school?"
"Middle school? That's the famous Daehan Middle School."
"The one all the chaebol kids attend?"
"Wanna go watch since we've got nothing better to do."
The street buzzed as passersby gathered at the school's main gate.
"Woooow!"
Every luxury car imaginable pulled up one after another.
From Mercedes Maybachs to Rolls-Royces said to cost over 600 million each.
A middle-aged man, presumably the chauffeur, stepped out and politely opened the rear door.
"Isn't that the youngest granddaughter of Ilseong Group?"
"Whoa! I saw her on SNS. Rented out the entire Ilseong Hotel for summer vacation."
"So jealous. I wish I were born into that family in my next life..."
"Hey, over there—that's Daeyoung Group's grandson, right?"
"The vice chairman's youngest?"
"He's the next-gen heir, basically future 'royalty'."
With chaebol families converging, even the press showed up for coverage.
"H-hey, what do you think you're doing?"
"Just one photo...!"
"Who said you could? Get this guy out!"
"We have freedom of the press..."
"Bullshit. Drag them all out and file complaints with their networks!"
"W-wait... urk!"
The scene was pure chaos at a glance.
Looking around, crowds surged everywhere; it felt like an accident waiting to happen.
Then, new vehicles appeared at Daehan Middle School.
"Huh? What's that?"
"Whoa, is the president coming?"
"How many are there? Saudi crown prince?"
"Look, Ilseong and Daeyoung people stopped."
"They look clueless too."
Suit-clad foreigners emerged suddenly.
Onlookers could only gape in confusion.
Ilseong's youngest granddaughter.
Daeyoung's youngest grandson.
They too eyed the new arrivals closely.
Clunk!
Amid the cars, one girl stood out, exquisitely dressed.
No one there wouldn't recognize the ultra-rare LaFerrari.
"That's a LaFerrari, right?"
"What's that?"
"Crazy... You car guy don't know LaFerrari?"
"?"
"Dude, each one's over 100 billion won."
"What? Gold-plated or something? 100 billion for a car?"
"It's real. Search it if you don't believe me."
"N-no way, it's true?"
Dozens surrounded one girl like a human wall for protection.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea.
Murmurs died down as all eyes converged.
The girl, today's star.
Jin Seol-young bowed shyly.
Her pitiful look tugged at countless boys' heartstrings.
"Who's she? Never seen her before."
"New transfer student."
"First-year?"
"Probably. Not a lateral transfer."
"Our junior? Might chat her up later."
Seniors a year ahead, their name tags a different color, whispered while eyeing her. From sons of SME owners to heirs of major corporations.
All showed interest.
'Who do they think they are eyeing!'
I memorized the faces of those whispering punks. I'd ask Jin Seol-hwa later to dig up their personal info.
She doted on her little sister; she'd handle it.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The entrance ceremony venue.
Held in the gymnasium next to the main building.
Under watchful parents, the event was nothing short of spectacular.
Makes sense for a middle school attended by chaebol offspring.
"Are you Kim Do-jun, by any chance?"
Someone called my name. I turned to see a man in a fine suit extending a handshake like it was an honor.
"Yes, but who might you be?"
"Ah, here's my card."
Bikan Systems Co., Ltd. President Seo Kyung-hwan That explained why he approached me.
Probably...
"If you have time later, could we discuss something privately?"
Now I got it.
Bikan Systems specialized in drone hardware development and manufacturing. I'd seen it on TV a few times.
Situation aside, it was tricky.
"Discuss?"
"Yes. I know it's presumptuous, but I'm asking."
"......"
I narrowed my eyes.
Sure, I'd donated billions for veterans recently and acquired giants like Future Distribution, but I wasn't publicly known as an investor.
DJ Investment in the Philippines was top-secret.
Why would he seek a meeting?
Likely about investments for business expansion.
'Might as well hear him out.'
Honestly, the real purpose of Daehan Middle School's entrance ceremony wasn't celebrating students—it was a networking spot for businesspeople.
Look over there.
They're exchanging greetings and cards.
"Sure. Let's meet after the ceremony."
"Thank you."
Drones, huh...
A hot sector lately, boosted by global incidents.
Korea had tons of drone companies.
Bikan Systems was one I'd been keeping an eye on.