Chapter 137
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: But Why Leave Her Alone?
I could just leave her be, but why?
Brian had safely brought the injured Catherine to the cathedral and skillfully treated her wounds.
After finishing the disinfection and first aid, he closed the door behind him and spoke to Jennifer—who was keeping a wary eye on the outside, fearing the werewolf might follow—in a gentle voice.
"Don't worry. They can't enter this place either."
Hearing that, Jennifer suddenly noticed that the cathedral's outer walls were made of high fences.
"Made of silver... I see."
Understanding Brian's implication, Jennifer finally stepped inside and asked,
"Are you a Hunter too, Father?"
Hunter. Or slayer.
Not all supernatural beings were evil, but most of them posed a threat to humans.
Standing against those unimaginable entities were the ones known as 'Hunters'.
Those who hunted supernatural beings that harmed humans.
They called themselves 'Hunters' and operated in the shadows.
Hunters often formed small communities with those they knew through word of mouth and cooperated, but there was no official organization per se.
So it wasn't all that strange for the Morgan sisters to encounter a Hunter they didn't know.
But Father Brian, gazing steadily at Jennifer, didn't seem to grasp what she meant.
"Hunter...? I'm not familiar with that."
"...Pardon?"
"As a servant of God, I simply couldn't turn a blind eye to a parishioner in danger."
Jennifer stared at Brian in bewilderment.
Whether it was the werewolf they'd just faced or any supernatural being, they were all far beyond what an ordinary person could handle.
If you didn't know their exact weaknesses, even guns or swords often couldn't drive them off.
And figuring out those weaknesses on your own?
Humans only had one life.
"You mean... you haven't learned any hunting techniques...?"
"Mm. It seems there's a world I know nothing about. Don't misunderstand—embarrassingly enough, I just looked it up online. It said werewolves are weak to silver."
"....."
Jennifer stared at Brian, whose physique was far too impressive for a mere priest.
Father Brian gave an awkward smile and rubbed his chest.
"I won't show you, but I have a deep scar here too. I nearly died the first time I encountered one."
Father Brian wiped the blood from his hands and fetched the kettle heating over the fire.
"Care for some tea?"
"Yes..."
Watching Brian pour the tea as they sat across from each other, Jennifer...
blushed slightly and cleared her throat.
"Ahem. Well, you see, people like us who professionally hunt those kinds of beings are called 'Hunters.' I'm the older sister, and the one passed out in there is..."
"Catherine, right?"
"You know her?"
"We talked a bit when the sun came up. Sorry, go on."
"Ahem. Anyway, that thing we ran into earlier didn't seem normal. Regular werewolves aren't that huge or that fast. Ah, thank you. And most importantly..."
Jennifer took the teacup from Brian, her expression grave as she continued.
"Werewolves have human-level intelligence in their human form, but under a full moon, they're not smart enough to lure someone in."
"Because they're too excited."
"...Yes. You're sharp."
"On the night of the full moon, it was drooling excessively. More violent too."
"Exactly. Which is why... I suspect it might not be an ordinary werewolf."
"....."
"It could be a Lycanthrope."
Lycanthrope.
Even Jennifer Morgan, who had followed her Hunter father since childhood and seen countless supernatural beings, had only read about them in books.
If vampires had their 'Purebloods,' then werewolves had their 'Lycanthropes' as counterparts.
"Whew... I wonder if I should even tell you this, Father."
"Hm?"
"I'm really glad you're here. I wouldn't have been confident handling it alone."
Jennifer sipped her tea, gazing worriedly at the door to the room where Catherine lay.
Father Brian looked down at her with calm eyes.
Susan Downey, who had been staring blankly at the screen, let out a small gasp.
"Amazing."
She'd only watched two episodes, just enough to check on Jung Woo-jin's performance.
Episodes 5 and 6, where 'Father Brian' started to take center stage.
Even so, Susan felt like this sturdy 'Father Brian' could exist somewhere in the world.
This was what they called 'vividness.'
All the actors' performances that evoked such vividness were excellent, but Jung Woo-jin's acting...
"Hm..."
It was hard to pinpoint exactly, but his acting was on another level.
As if the story revolved around him.
Jung Woo-jin was drawing the world of 'Paranormal' into existence, centered on himself.
Even her, with her cynical personality, had been utterly immersed.
That was no small feat.
From 'useful asset' to 'an existence that must not be let go.'
Susan upgraded her evaluation of Jung Woo-jin—not just one step, but all the way.
Susan's mind raced.
"Has there ever been an actor who showed such near-perfect looks and acting skill...?"
The only one who came to mind was James Carlton.
He too had been reduced to a pot-bellied middle-aged man by the ravages of time, but aside from that, she couldn't find any currently active actor to compare him to.
And even James Carlton...
Had been praised for his looks in youth and his acting only in his later career.
Jung Woo-jin, already showing his full potential...
"Perhaps unprecedented..."
Susan turned to check the wall clock.
7:43.
He'd arrive any moment now.
Susan suddenly realized her leg was jittering.
It had been so long since she'd felt this impatient; she was getting drunk on excitement.
'Have I ever wanted something this badly in my life...?'
The thought of not letting him slip away filled her mind.
No, it wasn't just that.
Possessiveness.
Susan had to admit it.
What was numbing her reason right now was pure possessiveness.
She checked the clock again: now 7:47.
With trembling hands, Susan hurriedly pressed the call button.
Vrooom—.
I hadn't lived richly from the start, and stories of the truly wealthy were like fairy tales in dramas or imagination.
If even Korean rich folks were like that, how lavish could a top American businesswoman be?
No way I could know.
And yet.
Even after passing through the mansion gates by car, we kept winding along a path deep into the estate.
I realized my imagination had severely underestimated them.
This wasn't Burns Dwight's place.
It was his daughter-in-law Susan Downey's mansion, and it was on this level.
Not that I envied it or anything, but it was still astonishing.
Arriving at the main building high on the hill, I could look down at the road I'd driven in.
Glamorous lights twinkled, illuminating the path.
"Miss. Was your trip here comfortable?"
"Yeah, hold on."
Melody, who had come out ahead to wait with the servants, waved them off and approached me.
"M-M-Master... ahem."
She'd almost called me 'Master' out of habit, blushing and coughing as she did.
She whispered softly so the servants wouldn't hear.
"What should I do...?"
Ever since I'd talked like I was going to fuck Susan, Melody had looked confused, but now her face was resolute as she stared at me.
As if she'd follow whatever I said, no question.
"Well."
⤷ 1st Condition: Meet 'Susan Downey' together with 'Melody Burns'.
⤷ 2nd Condition: Fulfill the 1st condition first.
Melody was now ripe for her final talent to be coveted, and the first condition was meeting Susan with her.
Susan’s condition from last time was the same.
- Meet 'Susan Downey' together with 'Melody Burns'.
I took a moment to breathe the night air and think.
Capturing Melody had been a success. The cheeky bitch was becoming my property, free to control and torment as I pleased.
And then Susan Downey—Melody's mother—shows up out of nowhere.
She looked just like Melody, but with an added sultriness. A prime female.
I could just leave her be, but why?
With two unused 'Condition Overrides' in hand, I felt like there was no woman in the world I couldn't fuck.
And let this arrogant bitch—who came to my house first, spouting crap about 'Asians' and provoking me—just walk away?
Impossible.
My goal was set long ago.
Susan Downey would be conquered too.
"Let's go in. We'll meet her first."
I turned my gaze to the mansion entrance.
The action I needed to take right now was crystal clear.
Meet Melody and Susan together.
It was the most 'correct' move Mammon had laid out as a condition.
I'd just do exactly that.