“I’m fine, so don’t worry about it.”
A man with dull blond hair who fidgets and has a strangely nervous tone.
“But Your Excellency, if you fall—”
“-That won’t happen, so don’t worry.”
What is this?
Could it really be that this dream at the police station is actually happening?
“Secretary Grant, if you are finished with your business, please leave.”
"Your Excellency!"
“If I take a break right now, who will take care of this work?”
What Shish's long, white-gloved fingers pointed to were the piles of papers on his desk.
“We will try our best.”
"What are you planning to do? I can't accept it unless you provide specific evidence."
Shish twisted his lips. It was a blatant display of emotion from someone who always played the good-natured prime minister.
Fortunately, the man called Glant thought this reaction was due to him being tired.
“If something goes wrong and results in a bad outcome later, who will be held responsible?”
At the prime minister's sharp remark, the man with the dusky blond hair left the room with a light sigh. I hesitated whether to follow him or stay with Shish, but I missed the right moment to leave.
It was my first time seeing this building, so I was curious about what the other places were like.
It feels different when you look at him in a place other than the bedroom or study, so this is okay in its own way.
Shish leaned back against the back of his chair. Dark circles under his eyes, he stared blankly into space.
“You eat well and go.”
I didn't hear anything, but I said something for nothing.
I approached Shish and reached out .y hand, but hesitated several times.
"Ha..."
Shish let out a long sigh. It was such an unfamiliar sight, I stopped there, my hand outstretched.
“I also want to quit my job as prime minister and everything.”
His words about wanting to quit felt so unrealistic that they seemed out of place.
You want to quit your job as Prime Minister because life is boring and tedious, and you work to forget about it.
“Stop it, I want to go find you.”
Shish smiled as if there was someone in front of him.
“But it would be faster to find it with money and power than to find it with just my body...”
That's right.
You are so wise, Shish.
While I smiled happily, Shish took off his gloves and washed his face. He took a bottle of perfume out of the drawer.
He opened the bottle cap and scattered it on the carpeted floor.
“What are you doing, you!”
Of course, Shish couldn't hear, but I screamed in surprise. The scent that had filled the room in an instant seemed to seep into my nose.
A very familiar scent.
"I miss you."
Seeing Shish speak so affectionately, I think the heroine has appeared. Yes, the heroine.
My mouth feels bitter, but I guess that's the natural result.
I lowered my hand, which had been reaching for Shish's thin cheek, and stepped back, putting some distance between me and him.
I hurriedly backed away, so I heard footsteps, but Shish didn't notice my presence.
Here, I am a perfect spectator, just like in a dream where my family and seniors appear.
The heroine has appeared, so don't pay attention, is that it?
Well, even if that place is a proper independent world, it's not a place for me to live.
I took another step back, internally drawing a line between Shish and me. "Yeah, this is foolish. Let's not worry about them anymore."
“So, where are you?”
Shish stared into space with wounded eyes. He washed his face again and ruffled his hair.
“Shish.”
I called the other person's name in a low voice.
“You will be happy.”
I said it out loud, even though it wouldn't reach the other person. I said it out loud, hoping it would touch my aching fingers.
“I promise.”
I don't know what Sissy is talking about, but I hooked my finger through his pinky.
“You will live happily.”
After repeating this, I was about to turn around when an unexpected word caught my ankle.
“Master.”
I woke up when my half-turned body turned towards Shish, and his red hair came into view.
"...what."
Master, master!
There's absolutely no way Shish Milan would call the heroine by that title. "Master" was originally meant to mock the fact that I'm the author and he's a creation...
“It’s me.”
Is it me that Shish is looking for?
"How?"
You haven't forgotten me? My senior's position is gone, but mine remains the same?
- You are special.
My senior's story seemed to be ringing in my ears.
I thought that if I disappeared, the male protagonists would naturally forget me.
Meanwhile, the female protagonist appears, and I thought they would find a new life by becoming entangled with her, but it seems like the female protagonist hasn't shown up, and he remembers me?
“Come to think of it, that scent...”
The perfume that Shish had used up an entire bottle of was the one I had said I liked.
“Am I not a forgotten person?”
My heart is beating fast. Is it because I'm anxious or because I'm happy?
No, remembering me won't make you happy. My mouth is parched.
I want the male protagonists to be happy.
“I didn’t create flaws to make you unhappy...”
I hoped you to meet a heroine who could embrace those flaws and accept yourself.
So, I tried to somehow make them meet the heroine, although it felt like a world of letters.
“How are you doing now?”
Are they suffering in my absence? Are they suffering more than when I was gone?
Another thing that caught my attention was something my senior said.
The story goes that if you stay here, you will disappear.
- I'm going to die soon.
The senior who spoke calmly was just like the senior I knew.
- I wasn't meant to be here in the first place. So it's only natural that I die.
His tone was cheerful, as if we were having a casual conversation over a meal together sometime ago.
- If the people living here don't acknowledge my existence, I become non-existent.
- How is it?
- I'll disappear without leaving a single hair behind, as if I never existed. I won't be remembered by anyone.
They say it disappears without a trace.
Perfect, annihilation.
- How can I keep my senior from disappearing?
- I need to win the love of someone who lives here.
- I don't think it will be a problem since many people like seniors.
The senior who heard my answer smiled bitterly.
- It has to be true love.
My senior answered me very seriously as I laughed and asked, “What is that?”
- Do you think many people in the world can embrace all of the other person's flaws?
- ...
- There isn't. Since there isn't, didn't the junior write that story?
I opened my mouth to refute, but no sound came out. At best, it was a murmur of air.
My senior knew me far more than I expected.
How many people would love me, knowing who I am? Who would acknowledge that I was a letter?
The senior, who soon had a smile on his face, continued talking as if asking about the weather today.
- That's how difficult it is. To truly confront someone. And to be honest about my feelings.
I've already had a shocking experience, so I'm going to ask if that's some kind of novel.
He told me, speechless, that if I didn't go, he would be here too.
That means you want to die, right?
I wish I had just called him foolish and shot him down, but I guess I stayed silent.
Because what he said is true.
When I got home, I was locked in the corner of the room again for a while.
“You're getting depressed and depressed because you keep staying in the corner of the room. Let’s get out!”
I clenched my fists and decided to go out.
I decided to go for a walk because I thought walking would naturally clear my mind.
I went out to a busy area on purpose, thinking that if I walked around the neighborhood, someone would recognize me.
"You...!"
It wasn't long before I ran into a classmate. I wasn't close with him at all, so I tried to avoid him, but he quickly caught up to me.
That's why you shouldn't do things that people don't normally do.
“I was wondering what happened when you suddenly disappeared while you were in class!”
“That’s right.”
“You changed your face!”
“That’s right!”
Yes?
“So you took a leave of absence?”
The motive was clear, and he clapped his hands.
“You were already pretty, but you’re even prettier after you get it fixed.”
Excuse me? I didn't do anything.
“Where did you do it?”
I denied it, saying I didn't do it, but my friend kept nagging me to tell her about it.
“I’ll keep it a secret from the kids, so tell me. Yes?”
“I didn’t do it! I lost weight and that’s why I’m like this!”
“Let’s find out good things together. Yes?”
I barely managed to escape home after shaking off the kid who was clinging to me like a leech.
“What are you doing?”
If I had the presence of mind to do it, my mom would have danced because she loved it. Maybe she would have offered financial support.
If that were the case, I would have been excited too, but right now all I can do is breathe.
“Have I changed that much?”
I haven't really looked at myself in the mirror since I got home. At most, I looked at myself a few days ago, when I went out to meet my senior, with blurry eyes.
I stood in front of the mirror, but my appearance was no different from what I had seen in the shop window.
Although I lost weight by skipping meals, my ambiguous facial features and skin tone remained the same.
“What has changed...”
Now that I'm holding my phone quite often, I looked at the photo album.
"What's this?"
When I checked my old photos, I thought I knew why my friend was so excited about me.
The facial features and atmosphere were much more ordinary than mine now, similar to mine but different.
"This..."
A man with dull blond hair who fidgets and has a strangely nervous tone.
“But Your Excellency, if you fall—”
“-That won’t happen, so don’t worry.”
What is this?
Could it really be that this dream at the police station is actually happening?
“Secretary Grant, if you are finished with your business, please leave.”
"Your Excellency!"
“If I take a break right now, who will take care of this work?”
What Shish's long, white-gloved fingers pointed to were the piles of papers on his desk.
“We will try our best.”
"What are you planning to do? I can't accept it unless you provide specific evidence."
Shish twisted his lips. It was a blatant display of emotion from someone who always played the good-natured prime minister.
Fortunately, the man called Glant thought this reaction was due to him being tired.
“If something goes wrong and results in a bad outcome later, who will be held responsible?”
At the prime minister's sharp remark, the man with the dusky blond hair left the room with a light sigh. I hesitated whether to follow him or stay with Shish, but I missed the right moment to leave.
It was my first time seeing this building, so I was curious about what the other places were like.
It feels different when you look at him in a place other than the bedroom or study, so this is okay in its own way.
Shish leaned back against the back of his chair. Dark circles under his eyes, he stared blankly into space.
“You eat well and go.”
I didn't hear anything, but I said something for nothing.
I approached Shish and reached out .y hand, but hesitated several times.
"Ha..."
Shish let out a long sigh. It was such an unfamiliar sight, I stopped there, my hand outstretched.
“I also want to quit my job as prime minister and everything.”
His words about wanting to quit felt so unrealistic that they seemed out of place.
You want to quit your job as Prime Minister because life is boring and tedious, and you work to forget about it.
“Stop it, I want to go find you.”
Shish smiled as if there was someone in front of him.
“But it would be faster to find it with money and power than to find it with just my body...”
That's right.
You are so wise, Shish.
While I smiled happily, Shish took off his gloves and washed his face. He took a bottle of perfume out of the drawer.
He opened the bottle cap and scattered it on the carpeted floor.
“What are you doing, you!”
Of course, Shish couldn't hear, but I screamed in surprise. The scent that had filled the room in an instant seemed to seep into my nose.
A very familiar scent.
"I miss you."
Seeing Shish speak so affectionately, I think the heroine has appeared. Yes, the heroine.
My mouth feels bitter, but I guess that's the natural result.
I lowered my hand, which had been reaching for Shish's thin cheek, and stepped back, putting some distance between me and him.
I hurriedly backed away, so I heard footsteps, but Shish didn't notice my presence.
Here, I am a perfect spectator, just like in a dream where my family and seniors appear.
The heroine has appeared, so don't pay attention, is that it?
Well, even if that place is a proper independent world, it's not a place for me to live.
I took another step back, internally drawing a line between Shish and me. "Yeah, this is foolish. Let's not worry about them anymore."
“So, where are you?”
Shish stared into space with wounded eyes. He washed his face again and ruffled his hair.
“Shish.”
I called the other person's name in a low voice.
“You will be happy.”
I said it out loud, even though it wouldn't reach the other person. I said it out loud, hoping it would touch my aching fingers.
“I promise.”
I don't know what Sissy is talking about, but I hooked my finger through his pinky.
“You will live happily.”
After repeating this, I was about to turn around when an unexpected word caught my ankle.
“Master.”
I woke up when my half-turned body turned towards Shish, and his red hair came into view.
"...what."
Master, master!
There's absolutely no way Shish Milan would call the heroine by that title. "Master" was originally meant to mock the fact that I'm the author and he's a creation...
“It’s me.”
Is it me that Shish is looking for?
"How?"
You haven't forgotten me? My senior's position is gone, but mine remains the same?
- You are special.
My senior's story seemed to be ringing in my ears.
I thought that if I disappeared, the male protagonists would naturally forget me.
Meanwhile, the female protagonist appears, and I thought they would find a new life by becoming entangled with her, but it seems like the female protagonist hasn't shown up, and he remembers me?
“Come to think of it, that scent...”
The perfume that Shish had used up an entire bottle of was the one I had said I liked.
“Am I not a forgotten person?”
My heart is beating fast. Is it because I'm anxious or because I'm happy?
No, remembering me won't make you happy. My mouth is parched.
I want the male protagonists to be happy.
“I didn’t create flaws to make you unhappy...”
I hoped you to meet a heroine who could embrace those flaws and accept yourself.
So, I tried to somehow make them meet the heroine, although it felt like a world of letters.
“How are you doing now?”
Are they suffering in my absence? Are they suffering more than when I was gone?
Another thing that caught my attention was something my senior said.
The story goes that if you stay here, you will disappear.
- I'm going to die soon.
The senior who spoke calmly was just like the senior I knew.
- I wasn't meant to be here in the first place. So it's only natural that I die.
His tone was cheerful, as if we were having a casual conversation over a meal together sometime ago.
- If the people living here don't acknowledge my existence, I become non-existent.
- How is it?
- I'll disappear without leaving a single hair behind, as if I never existed. I won't be remembered by anyone.
They say it disappears without a trace.
Perfect, annihilation.
- How can I keep my senior from disappearing?
- I need to win the love of someone who lives here.
- I don't think it will be a problem since many people like seniors.
The senior who heard my answer smiled bitterly.
- It has to be true love.
My senior answered me very seriously as I laughed and asked, “What is that?”
- Do you think many people in the world can embrace all of the other person's flaws?
- ...
- There isn't. Since there isn't, didn't the junior write that story?
I opened my mouth to refute, but no sound came out. At best, it was a murmur of air.
My senior knew me far more than I expected.
How many people would love me, knowing who I am? Who would acknowledge that I was a letter?
The senior, who soon had a smile on his face, continued talking as if asking about the weather today.
- That's how difficult it is. To truly confront someone. And to be honest about my feelings.
I've already had a shocking experience, so I'm going to ask if that's some kind of novel.
He told me, speechless, that if I didn't go, he would be here too.
That means you want to die, right?
I wish I had just called him foolish and shot him down, but I guess I stayed silent.
Because what he said is true.
When I got home, I was locked in the corner of the room again for a while.
***
“You're getting depressed and depressed because you keep staying in the corner of the room. Let’s get out!”
I clenched my fists and decided to go out.
I decided to go for a walk because I thought walking would naturally clear my mind.
I went out to a busy area on purpose, thinking that if I walked around the neighborhood, someone would recognize me.
"You...!"
It wasn't long before I ran into a classmate. I wasn't close with him at all, so I tried to avoid him, but he quickly caught up to me.
That's why you shouldn't do things that people don't normally do.
“I was wondering what happened when you suddenly disappeared while you were in class!”
“That’s right.”
“You changed your face!”
“That’s right!”
Yes?
“So you took a leave of absence?”
The motive was clear, and he clapped his hands.
“You were already pretty, but you’re even prettier after you get it fixed.”
Excuse me? I didn't do anything.
“Where did you do it?”
I denied it, saying I didn't do it, but my friend kept nagging me to tell her about it.
“I’ll keep it a secret from the kids, so tell me. Yes?”
“I didn’t do it! I lost weight and that’s why I’m like this!”
“Let’s find out good things together. Yes?”
I barely managed to escape home after shaking off the kid who was clinging to me like a leech.
“What are you doing?”
If I had the presence of mind to do it, my mom would have danced because she loved it. Maybe she would have offered financial support.
If that were the case, I would have been excited too, but right now all I can do is breathe.
“Have I changed that much?”
I haven't really looked at myself in the mirror since I got home. At most, I looked at myself a few days ago, when I went out to meet my senior, with blurry eyes.
I stood in front of the mirror, but my appearance was no different from what I had seen in the shop window.
Although I lost weight by skipping meals, my ambiguous facial features and skin tone remained the same.
“What has changed...”
Now that I'm holding my phone quite often, I looked at the photo album.
"What's this?"
When I checked my old photos, I thought I knew why my friend was so excited about me.
The facial features and atmosphere were much more ordinary than mine now, similar to mine but different.
"This..."
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