Chapter 147
Chapter 147
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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“What happened to Jeong Jiwoong?”
“He’s currently receiving treatment at the hospital... but his condition isn’t good.”
“...I see.”
“By the way, did you exorcise the perpetrators?”
It had been three days since I sent the Yuha Fairy and the Byeolha Fairy straight to hell.
I straightened my back and looked at Detective Yoo Seongjae.
“Yes, I did.”
“Having experienced it firsthand, it really gave me chills.”
“What did?”
“When Haeseong left the bar, you told me not to follow you under any circumstances, right?”
The truth was, if Detective Yoo Seongjae had tailed me, I wouldn’t have been able to properly use my ghost-slaying abilities, so I’d brushed him off with some vague excuse.
I flashed a practiced smile.
“Yeah. They’re not human, so they’re incredibly perceptive.”
“So after you left, I tried checking the CCTV footage...”
“And it was all broken again, right?”
“Y-Yes. I’d always trusted what you said, Haeseong, but when I realized every single camera was busted, I was so shocked I could only laugh in disbelief.”
It felt good knowing Detective Yoo Seongjae’s faith in me was rock-solid.
Plus, he’d played a big part in catching the Jua Fairy and the Byeolha Fairy this time.
He’d come straight to my place based solely on Yu Ungtae’s word and pure instinct.
“Still, we solved the case thanks to you, Detective.”
“N-No, not at all! Without you, Haeseong, we wouldn’t have caught them even if we’d had a lead.”
“If you get a hunch like that again, feel free to drop by anytime.”
Detective Yoo Seongjae let out a soft chuckle at my words, then his eyes suddenly sharpened.
“You exorcised both perpetrators completely?”
“Yes. Taking down two of them was especially tough this time.”
“Didn’t you say back then that they were half-human, half-ghost hybrids?”
“Well, yeah...?”
“Then shouldn’t their human forms have remained after the exorcism?”
Sharp as expected from a detective—he’d latched onto the perfect detail.
But I’d anticipated this question, so I explained without missing a beat.
“They were humans whose mortal energies had already run dry, so they vanished completely during the exorcism.”
“I’m not entirely sure what that means... but they’re gone, right?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“...Haeseong, when did you first start seeing ghosts?”
Even though it was just genuine curiosity, his detective instincts made it feel like an interrogation.
I furrowed my brow slightly.
“Is this an interrogation? Or just curiosity? And didn’t I already tell you it’s been since I was a kid?”
“Ah... I forgot. Sorry about that.”
“You really just forgot?”
Detective Yoo Seongjae slumped his shoulders and spoke cautiously.
“Why would I interrogate you... You’re my one and only hope right now...”
“Hope?”
“You’re the only one who can catch the bastard who did that to my little brother, right?”
“I can’t do it alone. I’ll need your help, Detective.”
Detective Yoo Seongjae swallowed hard.
“Um... about that favor I asked last time? You know, treating my brother...”
“I said I’d look into it.”
“If your brother returns to normal, wouldn’t it help us track down that ghost called Sowol faster?”
“That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Your brother, Seonghyeon, has already lost all memories of that day.”
“N-No! He definitely reacted when he saw the picture you drew of that woman named Sowol!”
Detective Yoo Seongjae’s eyes were filled with desperate madness—the kind unique to someone who’d lost family.
I would’ve been the same.
I let out a short sigh and continued.
“Detective, have you heard of the patellar reflex?”
“Ah... you mean how hitting the kneecap makes the knee jerk straight involuntarily?”
“Seonghyeon won’t even know why he reacted to Sowol’s picture.”
“Still...”
“And we barely got him stable as it is. Digging up those memories could make him relapse.”
Detective Yoo Seongjae froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
“Sorry. I overstepped.”
“I get it—you want the culprit caught. But don’t rush. For Gwangho’s sake, I’ll make sure to exorcise that bastard.”
“...Thank you. I’ll do my best to gather intel too.”
As Detective Yoo Seongjae stood and headed out the front door, an awkward silence filled the living room.
Then my phone buzzed.
The caller ID showed Seo Junseok.
I exhaled lightly and hit accept.
-Hey, what’s up?
-Dude, what the hell have you been up to?
Junseok’s urgent, irritated voice made me reflexively furrow my brow.
-Why the meltdown this time?
-You’re the one melting down.
-What is it?
Junseok went quiet for a bit, then spoke again in exasperation.
-Did you come to Seoul three days ago?
-...Huh? How’d you know?
-Ugh... Yerim said she saw you.
-Where?
-In front of that host bar. You got in a car with two women and drove off somewhere?
Damn it...
Of all people, Seo Yerim had to see that?
As I stayed silent, Junseok continued.
-At first I thought she must’ve been mistaken. But nope—she even snapped a pic and sent it.
-Crazy... World’s too damn small.
-You’re not working at a host bar, so why were you coming out of there? With two women, no less.
I scratched my head awkwardly.
-It’s a long story, but it’s not what you’re thinking.
-Figured. You’re not the type to commute to Seoul for host gigs.
-From Yerim’s perspective, it’s totally understandable she’d misunderstand.
-I covered for you. Said you’ve been busy with your business lately, so it was probably some client entertaining or sales meeting.
-...Thanks.
-You’re not getting hooked on threesomes these days, right...?
I snorted at Junseok’s tentative question.
-You psycho?
-No, just... last time I came over, and now this—you in a car with two chicks. It’s weird.
No excuse for that, even with ten mouths.
I pressed my throbbing temple with my fingertips.
-I’ll explain everything when we meet up later.
-Dude, you didn’t sleep with them?
-...No.
-They looked smoking hot in the pic. Introduce me to just one—
Click!
I hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa, messing up my hair.
If I said I’d gone undercover to catch fairies trying to rape guys, he’d think I was nuts.
‘But do I really need to explain myself to Yerim anyway?’
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Water sounds from the rooftop.
I got up from the sofa and stretched.
“Ughhh!!”
Pushing aside my tangled thoughts, I slowly headed to the roof.
As I opened the door, a man stood blankly staring at the sky in the middle of the rooftop.
His massive build made average guys look like toys, faint steam rising above him.
It was King Yama.
“King Yama, not bathing today?”
“I’m good for today...”
King Yama was trying to act calm as usual, but something felt off—unsettled.
His eyes drifted aimlessly, and his words trailed unlike normal.
“Something wrong?”
“Never mind. The Yuha Fairy and Byeolha Fairy... you sent them to hell.”
“Ah... you came to talk about that?”
“Mm, partly.”
“Fairies who raped multiple men. I can prepare evidence if you need it.”
“No need. They confessed everything already.”
“Good to hear.”
“Need anything?”
I held up two fingers like I’d been waiting.
“Two power-amplifying Celestial Pills. I’ll struggle with the next job without them.”
“Trivial request. Anything else?”
“And one hardening Celestial Pill, plus one memory-wiping Celestial Pill?”
“...Understood.”
I figured he’d pry into how I’d use them...
But King Yama just stared at me for a long moment, then opened his palm.
A thin, glowing thread like spider silk descended from the sky, landing in his hand, followed by four Celestial Pills dropping in one by one.
Two were blue, one pale pink, and one black—small marble-sized orbs.
I carefully took them.
“Thank you.”
“You’ve fulfilled your temporary duties admirably. This is the least of rewards.”
Having scored four Celestial Pills from King Yama, it was time to reciprocate.
I pulled out the sweat-absorbing suit from the Gold Fairy I’d prepared on the shelf.
“It’s been sitting around for a while.”
“What’s this?”
“Well, it’s the Gold Fairy’s sweat-absorb—”
“Sh-Shut your mouth!”
His thunderous roar came with a massive hand swatting the Gold Fairy’s sweat-absorbing suit away.
It spun in midair and dropped to the floor.
“...Pardon?”
“Why would you shove that filth at me!”
King Yama’s face was flushed red.
Not mere embarrassment—outrage.
Like he’d been caught with something lethal.
‘What the hell’s with this guy?’
Something was definitely wrong.
This pervert would wake up from a dead sleep to sniff a Gold Fairy sweat suit and jerk off.
So why this reaction?
Creeeak.
As I tried to figure out King Yama’s strange mood, the sauna door creaked open behind me.
I whipped around reflexively. Through the gap leaking white steam, a figure loomed.
In the sudden shock, I backed away instinctively and raised my voice.
“Y-You!?”