Chapter 151

Chapter 151

151: Undying Rose Having returned as the ‘Night Fairy,’ Emily tidied up the messy bed and sat on it. She took Kali, who had been quietly sleeping in the closet, onto her lap and opened her friends’ letters. Crackle. “Keeing.” As the sound of tearing paper softly echoed in the room, Kali yawned with her small mouth. Emily, watching Kali, put down the letter for a moment and reached out to stroke Kali’s head. The first letter she opened was from Lutricia. The moment she recognized the familiar handwriting on the paper, Emily unconsciously wore a worried expression. [To my dear friend, It’s been a while. How are you doing? I… think I’m doing well. No, I’m doing well. I apologize in advance if you were worried while opening this letter. I felt sorry because I kept sending only gloomy letters lately. But I’m okay now. Is it because the day I return home is not far away? I really feel like I’ve unloaded a big burden. It’s presumptuous to think like this when nothing is decided yet… but it was hard to endure if I didn’t think that way. I feel really sorry to Hyun. …I have so many things to be sorry for these days. I wonder if I was reborn for nothing. … Anyway, to get to the point, I talked to that person I mentioned last time, the one I wasn’t sure about. I didn’t talk for long, though. My guess was right. She was one of us. Well, she was so obvious about it, it would have been stranger if I didn’t know. Talking about it… it’s a bit too much for a letter, so I’ll tell you when I arrive.] “….” After reading the letter, Emily sighed in relief. It seemed her condition had improved a bit. Emily held the letter in her right hand and read the contents again. Lutricia’s letter had several important words and contents abbreviated, making it unclear who it was referring to. Of course, Emily could fully understand the contents of the letter, but if it were someone other than Emily, it would be difficult to properly understand what Lutricia had gone through. ‘Hoo.’ Emily sighed in relief once more, folded the letter, and put it in the drawer inside the table. The letters piled up in the drawer were written in the same handwriting as the one Emily had just put in. This could be interpreted as the letter prices being cheap as all letters passing through the Royal Postal Service went through Karzinium, but it could also be seen as Lutricia having suffered a lot of mental anguish. Rustle. “Keeing?” Perhaps it was because she sensed hesitation at the end of the hand gently stroking her head. Kali, who was curled up on Emily’s lap, let out a light whimper. Emily smiled wryly at Kali’s behavior and muttered. “It’s okay. It’s nothing.” “Keeing.” Kali, who had an appearance similar to a kitten, seemed relieved, neatly smoothed her pure white fur, and stretched out her two front paws. The sight of her yawning with her adorable mouth was exactly like a cat. Anyone would have mistaken her if it weren’t for the strangely patternless pure white fur and the six protrusions growing on her back. “…..” Seeing that, Emily stroked Kali’s back once without a word. Emily didn’t think it was bad that Kali had become so cute that anyone would covet her, but on the one hand, she knew that Kali had become like that because of her, so she couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. That was because Kali hadn’t looked like a kitten from the beginning. Although there was no precedent for a cat-shaped monster being born between a human and a tentacle monster, it was easy to guess that it was an impossible phenomenon. Emily was largely responsible for Kali having such an appearance, even if it was unintentional. When Laila had just given birth, Kali had a much more bizarre appearance than she did now, but as Emily, the only one of the group who remained in Tritia, took care of Kali, she changed to her current form. And the reason for that was… she was raising a kitten at the time. Was it true that monsters, like offspring, instinctively craved the love of their parents? Emily certainly didn’t mistreat Kali, but after Kali saw Emily holding the kitten in her arms, she suddenly changed her appearance to a form similar to that kitten one day. She didn’t perfectly imitate it, but that was what made her appearance even more unique. It was Laila’s Doppelganger ability. During the transformation of the body through rebirth, that factor must have also affected Kali, who was in the womb. It was perhaps a natural result that Quirkzejeb and Josef were eager to study Kali in any way possible when they found out about it. Of course, Laila and Mien intervened appropriately along the way, so they couldn’t even attempt any experiments beyond a certain level. Emily, who was reminiscing about the past for a moment, smiled again at the warm sensation tickling her lap and stroked Kali. “Kali, don’t you miss your mom?” At Emily’s question, Kali slowly opened her half-closed eyes and let out a soft whimper. “Keeing.” It is not certain whether Kali understands human words. But Emily also couldn’t understand Kali’s words either. // The setting sun signaling the end of the day is only true for those who live under the sun. Twilight Street is where people who live in the shadow of the sun and in the shadow of the city gather. For the people of that street, twilight is the beginning of the day, and dawn is the end of the day. The ‘Night Fairy’ was no different. Among the brothels on the street, it was quite clean and famous, but it was still just a brothel in the underworld. Decorating it with the word ‘fairy’ doesn’t change their essence. Emily sat in a chair, watching the sun setting in the west. Sitting by the window and enticing customers was a somewhat stale tactic now, but Emily didn’t care much because her goal wasn’t to attract customers. “…..” The sun was setting, but the street wasn’t very dark. Red lanterns hung between buildings, and women in overly revealing clothes leaned against doorways, smoking cigarettes or giving passersby suggestive smiles. Seeing them, Emily wore a bitter smile on her face. In the past, she didn’t know what it meant to sell alcohol, laughter, and her body. She just thought she should do it too, without knowing anything, because Laila had done it. To practice the Yin Demon Art and to earn money. At the time, it didn’t seem like a bad choice. And even now, she couldn’t be sure if it was a bad choice. However, one thing was clear. ‘It wasn’t a good choice.’ Creak. The moment Emily thought so, her door opened as if on cue. Emily only turned her head from the window to look at the door. There stood the familiar-faced woman she had met during the day. “Rose, customer… is here.” “Pila? Where did the kids go…” Running errands was the role of young girls who were not yet old enough to become prostitutes, or slaves who had not yet completed their education. It wasn’t something that Pila, a proper ‘Night Fairy,’ should be doing. “Well, they all went to perform. I just happened to be free.” At Emily’s question, Pila shrugged her shoulders and answered. Her eyes were filled with gratitude for what had happened during the day. Emily wasn’t good at reading other people’s moods, but after spending about a year on Twilight Street, she was able to grasp such blatant emotions to some extent. “I see. Thanks for letting me know.” It was hard to see conveying the message as a reward for gratitude, but Emily gave Pila a small smile and nodded. // Slide. The smoothly oiled hinges made a soft sound. Emily, who opened the door and entered, naturally raised her head and scanned the room. Suggestive red lanterns, a soft bed, and a table and chairs made for only two people to sit. The appearance of the guest room was similar to the room she stayed in. That was because Emily usually stayed in the guest room. Most prostitutes don’t like to stay in the guest room. No matter how good the facilities are, receiving customers in their own space where they sleep after a hard day is nothing short of mental torture for prostitutes. Of course, Emily, who had learned the Yin Demon Art, was quite insensitive, and surprisingly had a strong mentality, just liked the soft bed in the guest room. ‘The dorm is too uncomfortable.’ Thinking about such trivial things, Emily approached the man sitting in the chair with a glass in his hand. Feeling somehow familiar with him, Emily hesitated slightly and opened her mouth. “…It’s been a while.” At her words, the man sighed and asked Emily a question. “Rose, when are you going to memorize my name?” “…Ugh. I’m sorry.” As Emily feigned a tearful expression, the man smiled helplessly and continued. “It’s Tritahas. Please remember it next time.” “…Well, I can’t promise.” “I remember you nodding confidently last time.” Of course, she remembered that too. To be precise, she vaguely remembered it from the moment she started talking to the man with the name Tritahas in front of her. “Oh, was that the second time?” “It’s the third time.” “Ugh. I’m sorry…” Emily had sex with two or three people a day, and sometimes up to six or seven, so it was a bit too much to memorize the names of each customer. Especially if they weren’t regulars, but customers who came sporadically. “It’s okay. I didn’t come here expecting that anyway.” And the man in front of her seemed to be aware that Emily’s memory wasn’t very good, so he shook his head as if it wasn’t a big deal. A prostitute’s duty is to sell pleasure. In whatever form, it was enough if he was happy. Of course, it was perfectly natural for intercourse to occur between men and women in the process of that pleasure. Slide. Emily naturally sat next to the man and poured wine into his glass. She could feel the man’s hand slipping into the hem of her already short skirt, but she smiled without showing any displeasure. “You remember this. That’s commendable.” “Hehe, I’m not that stupid, you know?” Of course, she didn’t really dislike it either. The physiological disgust of a man groping her body hadn’t completely disappeared, but she could endure it enough if she thought about the pleasure that would come next. No, rather, she realized that she became even more excited in the process of enduring it. “Then do you remember what to do next?” If it was someone she really hated, she wouldn’t even feel like it, but fortunately, the person in front of her was the type of person she liked quite a bit. “Yes, please wait a moment.” Emily answered with a smile and released the shoulder strap of her dress, wrapping her fair breasts with one arm. “Hmm…” The man sighed as if regretful to see the pink nipples disappear between her arms, but soon nodded in satisfaction as crimson wine was poured between her full breasts. “….” Watching the man put his mouth between her breasts, Emily nodded in her heart. ‘As expected, he’s a man of culture.’ //