Episode 6 – Part 2

[The possessed target will be overwritten with the existence of Kang In-ho.]

This is one of the rules of Dimensional Shift.

Each time, it overwrites with the name Kang In-ho, so there’s no inconvenience of having to memorize a new name, but it’s not all good.

Inho cannot know the name of the previous person.

He can only refer to them as ‘previous owner’ or ‘the person before possession.’

Some might think it’s not a big deal, but it’s one of the important parts for Inho, at least.

For Inho, a name represents the subject.

Just like being able to call a kind subordinate, a writer, and an old man suffering from dementia ‘Evan Dale.’

Anyway, because he doesn’t know the name, he feels a sense of distance from the person before possession.

And to understand that person, he gathers information from small clues around him and only knows them fragmentarily.

That’s why he doesn’t understand the things they did before.

In that regard, this time is a bit better.

Because there was a book written by the previous owner, he could definitely know the target’s values.

Listening to the contents of his novel that Emma read, Inho realized.

‘A hymn to humanity.’

If you collect and extract the essence of several novels, perhaps this word would come out.

Firm will.

Hope to overcome.

Happiness.

Bonds between people.

That’s the message the novel constantly talks about.

Perhaps this previous owner had a very strong belief in people.

‘So maybe that’s why he’s loved.’

The time when he was actively writing was a time of rapid social change.

How much his writing comforted the chaotic country, he seemed to know without even having to think about it.

Anyway, having grasped the writer’s message to some extent, Inho responded to the interview with the feeling of taking a job interview and was disappointed.

The interview didn’t ask about the contents of the novel, to the point where all his hard work felt awkward.

He even thought they might ask about the ending of the novel that was recently suspended, but there was nothing like that.

They just cautiously asked about his physical condition and about his plans after retirement.

And a message to the readers.

[Thank you for loving my story.]

Inho briefly said his impressions, and the reporter wrote it down and left.

The interview took less than an hour.

“I feel like I’ve become a fool for preparing so hard.”

After sending the reporter away, Inho said in a dispirited voice.

“Indeed.”

Emma affirmed his words, watching the reporter’s back getting further away, becoming a dot.

“They’re less interested in the work than I thought.”

The reporter was only interested in the achievements he had made and the profits he had earned.

“I think it’s a natural result because those people only came to see your name, not your writing, Master.”

“Well, not everyone can like my writing. I wasn’t going to say anything great anyway, and I got paid, so that’s enough.”

Inho said, looking at the silver coin bag Emma was holding.

“Everyone who doesn’t understand Master’s writing is stupid, so don’t worry too much.”

Emma said as they returned to the mansion.

“It’s not a problem now that I’m not writing anymore, but you have to be careful about thinking like that.”

Inho gently admonished her.

“Yes?”

“Of course, it’s a problem to be happy or sad about unreasonable reactions, but when someone evaluates my writing, it’s important to have an open mind and look at their opinion.”

It’s not just the position of a writer, but one of the rules of living in society.

“I see. Thank you for teaching me.”

Emma nodded, as if she had realized something from Inho’s words.

“Well, it’s true that it’s well-written. It’s a warm piece of writing.”

Inho said playfully, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

“That’s right. It’s a piece of writing that even uneducated people like me can read and be moved by.”

“Emma is uneducated? You read and do your work diligently.”

“…That’s.”

Emma’s face flushed at Inho’s compliment.

They returned to the room, and Emma prepared and brought simple refreshments.

Inho sat in the armchair, eating the refreshments, and admired the scenery of the street as the sun set, using the window as a TV.

A comfortable silence enveloped the entire room.

“Emma.”

In the soft atmosphere, Inho opened his mouth and called her.

“Shall I bring more refreshments?”

She said, wondering if the master, who had recently developed a big appetite, would want more refreshments.

“It’s okay. I just had something I wanted to ask.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“How did I meet Emma?”

“Ah….”

Emma’s face darkened slightly.

“It’s okay if it’s hard to say. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not like it’s something to hide.”

Inho, who had examined her face, turned his head again, and Emma hurriedly said.

Through the window, the sunset light comes in without permission.

Inho felt the last warmth of today’s sun and pointed to the chair across from him.

“You can sit down.”

At his consideration, Emma hesitated and sat opposite him.

She had always been behind or next to him.

It was awkward to face her master so comfortably.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

At the master’s words, who was still considerate of Emma, Emma smiled slightly.

And she thought.

Ah, I’m so glad to have such a considerate person as my master.

My choice was not wrong.

She thought.