The Juttak Appoints a Pattak (2)

Meanwhile, someone reading this post.

"Heh, heh heh heh."

Her identity was a woman leaking a sinister chuckle in the center of the white space.

Wearing tight gray clothes that clung to her revealing figure.

Black hair down to her waist, dark shadows under her eyes.

That creepiness suited her oddly well.

"Ooooh……."

Very timidly.

In a voice as small as an ant crawling, clapping and rejoicing.

Clap!

"Eek!"

She jumped at the sound of her own clap and fell over.

"N-no one saw that… right?"

Even knowing no one was there, she checked her surroundings.

Timid didn't even begin to cover it—she was pathetic.

Her identity was none other than Jeongsinbyeong Man-daseot-gae.

Her real name: the 13th princess of the Western Continent Empire, the emperor's shameful bastard child, Olivia Bernhardt.

"A-anyway, this much attention is a f-first for me…… heh."

She grinned seeing the gal buzzing about her,

then squirmed, unable to sit still.

The grandiose title of 13th princess might follow her,

but she'd spent her whole life locked in a rundown tower corner of the palace—a name even she had never called herself.

"Not bad at all… this attention…. Y-yeah, it's all thanks to Juttak-nim, right……?"

"……!!"

Finally.

The Duwonku she'd negotiated for two per day had arrived.

"W-wowaaa……."

Covered entirely in sweet powder called chocolate.

Plus that soft marshmallow texture that dented when poked with a finger.

Gulp—she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wet her lips unconsciously,

then poked one lightly and took a bite.

"Nngh… my head's tingling… this is the t-taste……!"

Soon she picked one up with two fingers.

"L-let's eat well……!"

One bite, and crumbs rained down onto her chest.

Ignoring it, she kept chomping until her cheeks bulged.

Crunch crunch—the rich, sweet chocolate filled her mouth,

mingling with the crisp shattering.

She hesitated to even swallow.

This tiny piece brought immense joy.

As if someone might steal it, she shoveled the last one in like a bullet.

"Hee hee hee…. Hee hee."

Her mouth stretched into a goofy grin.

Drunk on sweetness like a drug, her head spun.

Gulp—after finishing the last, she licked the chocolate dust from her lips regretfully.

Even pulling her clothes to lick the crumbs off her chest.

Savoring the lingering chocolate aftertaste,

she flopped straight onto the floor.

"Haa… if I hadn't pressed the button and st-stayed in the empire… I never would've tasted this……."

First time in 80 million years here.

This happiness and inexplicable liberation.

She couldn't stop the leaking laughter.

"C-cola, ramen, and now Duwonku… what the hell is J-Juttak-nim……? Not really a god, right……?"

Deep down, she hoped Juttak was a god.

Then she could fangirl guilt-free under the guise of faith.

Then.

A forgotten old memory surfaced.

A cramped room.

Ceiling on the verge of collapse, spiderwebs everywhere.

The space barely a single mat-sized.

The empire knew of 12 princesses.

Each backed by powerful families, the emperor's children.

But.

—Olivia, you're no princess, just a lowly maid's bastard.

That's why you're stuck here, right?

From childhood to adulthood, always hearing it from the head maid tormenting her.

Yes.

Her father was the emperor of the Western Continent Empire, one of the Typan Unified Continent's top 10 powers.

Revered by all for his strength.

But.

—F-fath… er….

—…Pathetic. Get rid of it.

Lock it in some back room. Out of my sight.

To the emperor, a bastard was a disgrace.

Especially from a mere maid.

Thus Olivia was imprisoned in that rundown tower.

For a whopping 23 years.

—M-mousey, you came today too…… Spider too……?

Perhaps from total isolation.

Zero social skills.

Her speech wasn't a concept—it was her true self.

So the 500-Million-Year Button World felt cozy to her.

Wider and nicer than before.

And above all.

"N-no more being lonely……."

Scrolling the gallery, her eyes landed on the empty plate that held the Duwonku.

Covered in chocolate powder.

Swipe.

She sat up and crawled over, scooping powder with her finger to eat.

Lick.

"…Sweet."

Long ago.

A maid had brought her leftover candy from banquets for her sake.

Probably the first time tasting something sweet.

No, proper food.

—Gasp! D-delicious……!

R-real… real delicious…!

That candy's taste lingered unforgotten after tens of millions of years.

The only sweetness in a life of solitude and bitterness.

Of course, totally different from Duwonku.

Duwonku was way better.

"St-still……."

This was enough.

A different sweetness, but it let her feel again what she could never have now.

Olivia, seeing the other posts, steeled herself.

Clenching her fists timidly, she whispered fiercely.

"…O-okay. I gotta work hard too……! I'll sh-show Juttak-nim my changed self──"

That instant.

"Eh……?"

"……What?"