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#4

As we live, we all tend to prepare at least one Pandora’s box.

Why else would someone say that they would rather live their life than reveal all of their Internet usage history to everyone they know in exchange for a billion dollars?

So, it’s not that I’m strange for writing something like that.

If you check your internet history, you’ll probably find a lot of suspicious things like mine!?

…Why did you get caught and why are you throwing a tantrum?

Dad, I’m embarrassed, that’s why… .

“How to make your breasts bigger”

“How to grow taller”

“How to date a guy 6 years younger than you”

Clara, who had been staring at her Google search history with bewildered eyes, pointed to the computer screen and began to question me.

“Sister… . What the heck is this?”

“This, this. Well. I, it’s not me. Maybe my sister searched for something like that on my computer. Hahaha. My sister too… It’s hard to search for strange things on someone else’s computer~”

“That… . The special hunter is tall and has big breasts. But you searched for this?”

“… … .”

No, then does that mean I have small breasts and am short too?

But, it makes me even more upset because it’s not wrong…!

“You, you’re not that tall either?”

“Why are you suddenly taking it out on me… .”

“shi, be quiet! Who, who is using the internet so carelessly!”

“My sister told me to write… .”

“Where are you talking back! Didn’t you learn Confucianism!? Jang Yoo Yoo Seo!”

“I have American citizenship, so I don’t need to know about the Jang Yoo Yuseo, right?”

“… … .”

How can you not say a single word?

You seem like a bad guy.

“Height and chest… I guess that’s possible. But why did you search for how to date a guy six years younger? If he’s six years younger, he’s younger than me, right?”

“What, what. What’s wrong with six years? That’s an age difference that doesn’t even consider compatibility, right?”

“Why?”

“Why! I know… The adults said that a six year age gap is the perfect age to get married.”

First of all, Ryu Se-hwa is an adult, right?

I guess he’s probably a lot older than me… Also, six years old is an age where compatibility isn’t even considered.

“Yeah… . Well. It’s up to you, Sister. I don’t need to worry about that. I just need to find my mother.”

“… … .”

So… , the battles and losses continued. I swallowed my tears as I felt the need to erase my internet search history every now and then.

When I look back, it seems like a sad story rather than a funny anecdote.

Why did I reveal this with my own mouth?

Am I stupid?

#5

“All done.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Because I used up all the mysteries and alchemy materials I had saved, I now have a big problem with conducting follow-up research… .

Anyway! For now, we should just focus on finding the witch named Dorothy.

To be honest, it was thanks to the blood magic that Ryu Se-hwa taught me that I was able to create a tracking tool without any of the person’s body hair or body parts.

As I had designed the tracking artifact to be made using the blood of my relative Clara, blood magic, the vampires’ unique magic in handling blood, played a very important role.

Clara stared at the artifact I had created with a subtle expression that seemed to both like and dislike it.

“Is that a compass?”

“Yeah. There’s your blood in here. The direction the red pin is pointing is where she’s supposed to be. ”

“That’s right…”

Her lukewarm attitude bothered me, so I declared to her in a firm voice.

The person I was interested in, and the person I had business with, was not a half-assed witch like Clara, but a real witch who was well-versed in healing arts. It was Dorothy.

“Even if you want to quit now, I won’t stop. I have to meet Dorothy.”

“… Now that I think about it, I never asked.”

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking for my mother, Sister?”

“… My friend is sick.”

“Is it so bad that it can’t be cured at the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask what kind of disease it is?”

“… … .”

Is it okay if I tell you?

That it was the disease that took my father’s life.

After much thought, I came to the conclusion that there was no need to lie about this fact.

“It’s pancreatic cancer. It’s terminal now. So there’s no way. Unless you have a mysterious power like ours.”

As soon as she heard the word pancreatic cancer, Clara flinched and squirmed.

Her slightly bowed face was barely visible as it was hidden by her voluminous pink hair.

What if someone comes at me and tries to destroy the artifact I worked so hard to create?

Since my body became like this, I was suddenly scared because I had never defeated anyone with strength.

I was mentally prepared to run away at any moment, and watched Clara’s reaction with my nerves tense.

Fortunately, she didn’t show any violent behavior, such as trying to destroy the artifact, but her cracking voice seemed to indicate that she was displeased.

“You’ll regret it.”

“It’s not too late to regret it after we meet.”

“… Yes. Okay. Let’s go. Sister.”

To be honest, there wasn’t much to talk about during the moving process.

Perhaps it was because the very fact of returning to the mother I had run away from made me uncomfortable, or because Clara hardly opened her mouth, and there was no reason for me to lighten the mood, so we naturally followed the direction the artifact pointed to without saying a word.

Fortunately, no unfortunate incidents occurred, such as having to go abroad.

Considering that she was born in the United States, and that she was originally a witch who worked in the United States, it’s quite possible that she is currently in the United States.

“You knew your mother came to Korea, so you weren’t staying here, right?”

“No, I had no idea.”

Looking at Clara’s vehement denial, it seems like she definitely didn’t know…

Why did she abandon her area of activity and come to Korea?

It was a question.

And, that question is answered.

This is what happened after arriving at her small workshop.

“Is this…the destination?”

“Yeah. This is probably Dorothy’s workshop.”

It was a small, single-family home with the lights off.

Beyond that door, Dorothy, a witch renowned for her healing arts, will be conducting research.

No. Maybe she noticed our presence first.

If she were a proper witch, she would always have safety devices like barriers or guards around her workshop.

So, what this means is that even though she must have confirmed the existence of her own daughter, Clara, she did not come out.

I had a feeling that maybe… the mother-daughter relationship might be worse than I thought.

It was bad news.

As someone who had to get healing magic from Dorothy, it would be advantageous for the relationship between mother and daughter to gradually recover.

Meanwhile, Clara’s face also hardened at the sight of the dark house with no response.

“As expected… . Mother would definitely have forgotten about someone like me. I… . I don’t want to go in.”

“But you too. You came because you desperately needed to meet your mother.”

She had already set foot in the other world, so there was no way she could give up everything and return to a normal life now.

Maybe, your life will be in danger.

It wasn’t just the silk monsters that threatened her. The Hunters who protected humanity were also her enemies.

Even at this very moment, she was exuding her identity as a monster without being able to hide it.

“That’s right… but… .”

“Don’t be afraid and go in. Even if you run away from here… the monsters that are bothering you won’t disappear, right?”

After repeated persuasion, she realized that this was the only way, took a few deep breaths, and took a big step forward.

Her pink hair fluttered softly as we walked together into Dorothy’s workshop, where the compass was pointing.

#6

It’s dark.

The cold atmosphere, with no hint of warmth, was creepy.

Above all else.

I don’t feel any sense of life whatsoever.

It seems like it’s been a while since I’ve been away?

Is this really where Dorothy uses her workshop and lives?

I checked the compass again, wondering if perhaps the artifact I had created was broken.

As expected, there were no problems.

“Here is… .”

“I don’t feel like there are people.”

Did they build a secret facility underground?

If it was to hide the witch’s identity from the outside world, it was entirely possible, so I diligently searched the room to find any secret passages that might exist.

“What, what are you doing? You’re just wandering around like that… .”

“You wait there. Just in case.”

“… Yes. Then, I’ll just stay here and look around.”

“Is there anything to see? Whatever. Do what you want. Be careful not to get in danger.”

“Yes… .”

It’s too plain to be called a witch’s workshop… .

I don’t feel any mystery at all… .

There is no trace of magic… .

Because the house wasn’t that big, it didn’t take long to look around every nook and cranny.

As I entered the master bedroom, which I assumed she would use as her bedroom, I saw a picture on the desk.

A pink-haired woman who resembles Clara outside, and a black-haired man standing next to her with his arms crossed, smiling brightly.

And in between, there was a picture of a little girl.

‘Family… is that a photo?’

To borrow Clara’s words, it was a picture that did not fit the room where a cold-blooded person with no regard for the safety of his family lived.

And then, as the thought came to a close… the thought flashed through her mind that perhaps Clara had been misunderstanding her.