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[Episode 012] I Brought a Fairy to My House.

Yes. It was truly perfect up to the point where she was carried on his back under the guise of finding her clothes again.

Unlike when she was first carried, he seemed to be very conscious of her, which made her so happy.

However, what if he finds it difficult, or if I’m just causing trouble? If I leave saying that I’m just a bothersome woman…

Thinking that I should at least kneel down and cling to him, I briefly peeked into his mind,

“If I leave you like this, the effort I put in helping you initially becomes meaningless, but if I endure the subsequent efforts as well, wouldn’t the meaning double?”

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*Huff!*

Suddenly, my body pressed against his back.

There are people like this. So, this is the person I’ve fallen for….

His scent, voice, even his warm body temperature—all of it made me greedy, wanting to stick close to him so that his body would be imbued with my scent and everyone would know. That he belongs to me…. That he is mine….

“…How long will you keep calling me a benefactor?”

She asked me suddenly while enjoying happiness.

“What?”

“Aren’t you too formal as a benefactor? Hmm… It might be better to just call you by your name. Just ‘Misang Oraebina’ or ‘Sang Oraebuni’ would be fine, right?”

?????

What?

“What? Foot! Oraebi?”

No, Sang Oraebuni, not benefactor! Ahahaha, I’m a fairy, I’m a fairy!

“Then, shall I call you uncle?”

Uncle, what! Of course, you must think the benefactor is much older than me, right?

Oh, you’re so cute! But I absolutely won’t call you uncle!

Heesun thought so.

Which woman would call the man she loves uncle!

Even if you lay out an iron plate, I wouldn’t call him uncle!

A younger sister could slyly get closer and snatch the seat next to him, but she’s not a niece! Not even close to being seen as a woman!

Still… Should I try calling him benefactor by age? I’m curious!

She wanted to know everything about the person she loved, so she suppressed her laughter and asked him.

“Ahaha, uncle? How old are you, benefactor?”

Did he sense the mischievousness in my voice? He seemed slightly annoyed.

“I am thirty-one now.”

In his voice, there was a sense of pride about his age.

In fact, it was a significantly inflated number, combining his age from his previous life, but even then, his age didn’t surprise her at all. No, should she say it surprised her in a different way?

‘He’s much younger than I thought? What’s with acting all high and mighty!’

Among the uncles in Heaven, Dongbangsak, who had just shed his youngest image, was thirty-one, but calling him uncle!

She thought so.

Initially, she was someone whose age matched the average of the people in Heaven who maintained their youth and longevity with peaches of immortality,

Who in the world could boast about their age in front of her! Everyone is just a child in front of me anyway!

Yet, to act so proud just because of his age…. Oh, how cute and lovely.

“How about you just call me nunim (lady)? What do you think of calling me that? Oh my, is this a bit presumptuous? Hoho.”

In reality, the age gap was quite significant even to be called an aunt, but just like why she didn’t want to be called an aunt, she also didn’t want to hear the word aunt.

After all, she was the precious youngest daughter of the Jade Emperor of Heaven! Wasn’t she always treated like a child and received praise!

But an aunt! No way!

Treating her like an elder is out of the question.

Wouldn’t nunim be okay?

“Hahaha, Mr. Nangja, you really have a mischievous side. So, how old are you, Sister? Middle-aged (40)?”

…It’s much more than that, right?

“…Fifty years old?”

…Even older than that…?

“…Or could it be sixty years old??”

…Are you gradually increasing the numbers to guess my age?

“…Just call me Sang Orabuni.”

She decided to lay down the iron plate like this. Since she already looked much younger outwardly, and later, if she asked her mother-in-law for help, feeding Sang Orabuni some peaches after about 30 years would make the age difference meaningless.

“Haha, it was just a joke, right? Well, sixty was a bit too much. Mr. Nangja really has a mischievous nature. If you called me sixty with that pretty face, haha, I would have had to call you my aunt.”

“……”

…If I’m older than sixty, what will you call me?

“Just call me Heeseon~ and feel free to call me Sang Orabuni.”

That’s how she laid down the iron plate.

“Is, is that okay? Or maybe not? So, um… What I want to say is, searching for clothes here seems pointless, so maybe…”

Could it be? Finally! What’s next, Sang Orabuni? Could it be! Won’t you come to our house together? Will you become my wife? Will you bear children for me? What exactly?

“Um… Well… Maybe we should start by going to your house. Just looking around here doesn’t seem to be finding anything… First, let your family know you’re safe, and then maybe look for clothes? They must be worried.”

Ah… What a fuss…

“Ah…. Your house?”

“Yeah, sorry. I really wanted to find something for you here, but it seems there are no clothes here. You seem to have your reasons too, but maybe go back home, tell Heeseon’s family about the situation, and ask for their understanding? I’ll go with you, so don’t worry.”

Maybe he’s not from heaven, but rather a person?

In his words, there was no anger towards himself for insisting on finding clothes, no vanity about his beauty,

Only apologies for not finding clothes and concerns for my safety were expressed.

“Hey, Heeseon. Will you get ready soon? Be a little flexible and forgive mistakes. Fish don’t live in overly clean waters, you know?”

At some point, when my sister saw me acting according to principles, she seemed frustrated, but now I understand her words.

Ugh, frustrating! It’s frustrating, Sang Orabuni! Of course, Heeseon’s fish likes clean water…! But still! If you didn’t like me, I wouldn’t know!

Even though she thought she was pretty herself! She was embarrassed by my face! She wanted to tease me! Even now, every time I slightly lean against her back, she twitches cutely and worries!

As the one who saved my life, out of a sense of repaying the favor, she should make some demands, right? Who else can say anything when there’s only you and me!

This beautiful woman subtly tries to take me away while tempting me! This man only thinks of safely sending me back somehow.

Moreover, it seemed like there was a kind of compulsion not to hurt the woman who was almost certain to do something bad, completely blocking any action that might provoke her pain!

Suffocating in this tightly sealed righteousness! Now that the monster has long been forgotten! She was a bit annoyed that this ugly monster was blocking her way until the end.

Now what can I do but reveal that I am a fairy? Since I can’t go to the sky without winged clothes, how will he send me there?

In the end, he can only take me to his house! Haha….

And there, the ritual will take place!

Heesun vowed to reveal her true identity, fearing the possible reactions. She tried to brush it off vaguely out of fear, but her upright nature didn’t allow it. On the other hand, she felt confident that being a fairy, she wouldn’t be cruelly abandoned. So, she changed her plans to reveal her identity and waited for the moment while conversing with him.

“I had sisters, you’re alone… Those people aren’t even human!”

Well, they’re not just humans, they’re fairies!

“…Calling my sisters humans is one thing… Besides, I—”

“Is that so? Do you think so too? Leaving a child alone in a place like this wouldn’t lead to anything good. What kind of heart must you have to do such a thing?”

No, please listen to me!!

“If you thought clothes were too precious to waste, why did you put them on? You should have worn something cheaper from the start…”

Now is the time!

“That’s not… It’s… b-because it’s a special outfit.”

“Huh? What outfit?”

“I-it’s a special outfit…”

“Huh?”

“It’s a winged outfit…”

“……”

“I need the winged outfit to fly to the sky…”

After that, his body froze in place, questioning if he said too much. Heesun felt a bit scared by his silence.

Is he going to abandon me? Because I’m a fairy?

“Uhm… Brother…”

She tried speaking to him cautiously, but he remained stiff like a statue. Tears streamed down her face at his cold response.

Even though she thought she had shed all the tears she would ever shed when abandoned by her sisters, being abandoned by him felt even sadder and more frightening.

As she clung to him, weeping and begging him not to abandon her, he reassured her, promising not to leave her.

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He gently laid Heesun down on a warm bed. He comforted her, calming her down and ensuring her that he wouldn’t abandon her.

Remembering how Hyunkyung used to calm her by regulating her breathing, he couldn’t help but smile.

‘How did I end up bringing a fairy home?’

He should have come down before sunset, but now, tired from crying, he fell asleep. Despite trying to wake her up, he could only hear her breathing. Unavoidably, he ended up bringing the crying fairy home, tucking her into bed.

He worried about what might happen if Heesun woke up and misunderstood or got scared. But what could he do?

He knew about fairies and woodcutters, how fairies couldn’t go home without their winged outfits, and that the woodcutter hid it somewhere only he knew.

How could he leave the poor thing there alone? Reluctantly, he decided to bring her to their house.

More than that, he worried about the outfit. Should he go to the woodcutter’s house to look for it?

Some say it’s hidden in a wardrobe, others say it’s buried somewhere…

Ah… Suddenly, he regretted leaving the woodcutter behind.

Would he be turned into an animal’s meal by now? Should he have brought him home… No, how could he move someone who smells like that… Sigh…

He had to assume the possibility that the woodcutter was still alive. Even if he was alive, would he willingly reveal its location? It might be easier to think he’s dead.

Wait a minute? Could there be a solution after all?

Hmm… This is quite clever…??

Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to mind.