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[Even if it means turning the world into an enemy]

At times reminiscent of flowers, at times of butterflies, the pattern was drawn with simple yet graceful lines. The wallpaper itself was a meticulously crafted work of art.

If one were to ask for whom the casters, supporters, and engineers of South Korea designed this magic…

A woman with brown hair sat upright, maintaining a composed posture on a stone seat.

It was the fairy Im Gaeul.

The only woman in South Korea who possessed the gift of «White Silver.»

The actress who had once been called the Beauty with a Thousand Faces hadn’t faded her beauty, and even now, she wore dresses that could be considered offensive depending on the person.

Rather, she was bewitching. As if she would be impaled by thorns if she reached out her hand.

No, they would be stabbed by the swords of her bodyguards waiting behind her.

The bodyguards, all over six feet tall, looked as if they could draw their swords at a moment’s notice.

The man on the left, unable to contain his speculation, is Lee Junghyun, who has a haircut that exposes his forehead, and he stares at the door as if he’s going to jump out at any moment.

The man on the other side of the room is Park Sangjin. Despite maintaining a calm demeanor, his right hand was resting on his left waistband.

The atmosphere was tense. It was no exaggeration to say that the day had come.

«…I won’t say it twice.»

Im Gaeul, maintaining an unruffled posture, gently lifted her eyelids. Without turning around, she spoke while facing forward.

«Suppress your emotions.»

Lee Junghyun opened his mouth as if to say something.

Then he locked eyes with Park Sangjin, took a deep breath, and killed his emotions. Park Sangjin lowered his hands from around his waist.

The tense atmosphere that made it painful to even breathe gradually loosened.

Gaeul, still facing forward, spoke to the bodyguards.

«No matter what happens.»

There was another click, a stomp of heels.

«Don’t provoke them.»

The sound grew closer and closer, and suddenly the door burst open.

Lee Junghyun frowned, sensing the mana that had been getting on his nerves for a while now.

They were rude. If they were visiting the Blue House, they should be polite. Not only did they give off an unpleasant mana, but they opened the door without permission.

But he had to wipe the emotion from his face. Even though a fire was raging inside.

«The Blue House isn’t much better. The people are so weak….»

The man who stepped into the interview room was a foreigner. He had grayishorange hair like a giant’s, piercings in his ears and mouth. He had a stooped waist, and the way he put his hands in his pockets was like he was a bully.

He was wearing a suit, which only made him look more frivolous and rough.

«Come on, I just showed you how lax Korean security is.»

The man spread his arms in an exaggerated pose when no one responded.

While looking at the security personnel who had collapsed beyond the man’s shoulder, Lee Junghyun had to suppress his rising anger.

Truly an unbelievably impolite man.

How dare he blatantly display his flesh while carrying a weapon in the Blue House.

«A prank gone too far.»

On the other hand, the foreigner who followed the man who deserved to die a hundred times was a gentleman. With his pomaded blond hair slicked back and thinrimmed glasses, he was the kind of man you’d hear about time and time again as handsome.

«What am I supposed to do? Shouldn’t you be grateful instead? If it weren’t for me, the fairy wouldn’t have been an unusual assassination target.»

«Do it in moderation. Recognize your position as an ambassador.»

«…Are you acting according to Valentine’s command?»

«Weren’t we in the same position?»

«Are you kidding me?»

The two foreigners turned their hostility on each other.

Lee Junghyun couldn’t keep up with what was happening in front of him.

These people are the ambassadors of Italy?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

«You’ve come a long way.»

It was Im Gaeul, who interrupted the two men’s eye contact, and who had been watching them, and who drew their attention back to them with a cheerful voice.

«It’s just that it’s not very polite. Maybe in Italy, but this is Korea.»

Even when the man with piercings glared at her, she showed no fear.

As the leader who governed a nation.

She faced the approaching aura with an assured attitude.

«I will inform Big Mama about this. Please take your seats.»

«Tch.»

The man withdrew his aura in a sullen manner.

The men who had come from Italy took their seats as Gaeul suggested.

The distance between them and Gaeul was just one small circular table away.

If they wished, they could reach out to Gaeul.

Yet, Gaeul showed no hesitation in treating the two players as the ambassadors of Italy.

Only Lee Junghyun and Park Sangjin, who were escorting her, were on high alert.

«I’ll greet you again, then. Nice to meet you, Italian ambassadors Zenko Myron and Albert Valentine.»

The man with the piercings is Zenko Myron.

The man with the pomade is Albert Valentine.

The two ambassadors were part of the Tredici, a group of thirteen players representing Italy.

And apparently, they didn’t get along well enough to antagonize each other.

Maybe it’s because they come from different families.

Im Gaeul stirred her teacup in thought.

The End of the Century Destruction occurred simultaneously across the world.

The one ray of hope in the destroyed world was the existence of the Gift, White Silver. With its ability to disperse mana, the gift served to save those who had lost their fear of monsters.

In Korea, a woman who possessed the Gift of White Silver became a fairy goddess.

The same was true in Italy.

However, the situation in Korea and Italy is different: Italy has long been a country where the mafia is a cancerous force. The mafia, which is only seen in movies, seemed to be disappearing from Italian society, unable to overcome the passage of time, but with the release of End of the Century Destruction, the mafia began to be active in a big way.

The mafia was a group of people who were specialized in dealing with monsters.

Starting in Sicily and Naples, the mafia was untouchable.

The people obeyed the mafia, the government became irrelevant, and it was only a matter of time before the mafia waged a war for control of Italy.

The situation in Italy at the time was indescribably terrible. If Korea was struggling to survive, in Italy, the mafia was fighting a bloody war to become the godfather of all mafias.

However, the war between the mafias came to an end when a woman with a gift of «white silver» appeared.

The people who lived in fear of monsters and the mafia called her a saint and supported her.

She eventually became the Big Mama of Italian public opinion, just as Im Gaeul became the Good Fairy of public opinion.

Eventually, the Mafia, unable to completely ignore public opinion, bowed to her.

Of course, public opinion wasn’t the only thing she had on her side; she had the boss of the Myron family, who was considered the godfather of Italy, on her side, giving her an influence that no one could ignore.

That aside.

Lost in thought, Im Gaeul looked at Zenko and Albert.

It wasn’t the fact that Italy had been transformed into a mafia society that mattered.

«You two really speak Korean well.»

There are Koreans in Italy who were isolated after the End of the Century Destruction.

The number is about 4,000. Of these, only about 200 Koreans have returned home so far.

And Korea has been forced to face the reality that it has been turning a blind eye to the 30 or so people who have returned most recently.

«I learned from a Korean I met in Sicily.»

«I see.»

Gaeul nodded calmly.

Zenco chuckled and added.

«If you want to know what a slave is thinking, you have to learn the slave’s words, don’t you think?»

The atmosphere became heavy.

Gaeul stared back with an emotionless face.

Zenco shrugged and laughed.

«These guys are so busy just surviving, they don’t even bother with their own people. Korean people are diligent and hardworking, aren’t they?»

«Zenco.»

Even when Albert called him, he pretended not to hear, as if he was determined to see Gaeul’s emotional face.

«And when they gather, they conspire for rebellion. What can we do if those who can’t even handle mana properly conspire for rebellion? No matter how much they run away, they are still in Italy in the end.»

«Zenco.»

«So I showed them a firsthand example. If they try to escape, I showed them what will happen. But still, these guys don’t give up on the idea of running away.»

«Zenco Myron.»

«A slave works like a slave, and you know what the first Korean word I learned was?»

«Zenko Myron.»

«It’s not ‘hello,’ it’s not ‘thank you,’ it’s ‘baby, I love you….’ Are you going to try it now?»

Shuddering, Zenko didn’t even flinch at the sight of the sword tip stopping in front of him.

Sitting up stiffly, he rested his arms on the backrest and glared at the man who had pointed the blade at him.

«This asshole…. Let’s see…!»

I can’t take it anymore.

With a bright red face, Lee Junghyun released all the life force he had been holding back.

«Good Fairy. You shouldn’t be doing this. We’re here as ambassadors of Italy. Do you realize that by doing this, you’re turning every family in Italy against us?»

«Shut up, you big dick!»

Zenko snickered, and Jung hyun shouted with veins bulging on his neck.

As if saying, ‘If you can kill me, go ahead.’

Zenco raised his chin, deliberately moving closer to let Junghyun’s blade touch his throat.

«Kill me. If you can.»

As if implying that ‘you can’t kill me’ .

Zenco was enjoying this moment.

«I think I can…»

It was when Junghyun tried to infuse mana into the blade.

«Junghyun.»

A resolute sound, as if a glass bead rolling.

Yet, it was a chilling sound that instantly froze the heated atmosphere.

Im Gaeul raised her hand from her knee and placed it on the table.

As if the hand had been holding it from the beginning, mana of pure white color flowed out.

The small amount of mana instantly neutralized the mana attached to Junghyun’s blade.

Not only that, she scattered the mana that Zenco and Albert were releasing as well.

«Go out and cool your head. When you come back, bring that too.»

«…I’m sorry.»

Junghyun frowned. Bowing his head to Gaeul, he received a stern look from Sangjin and left the meeting room.

«I apologize. But let’s make sure that what happened earlier doesn’t happen again.»

Gaeul didn’t give the Italians any leeway.

She swiftly ended the incident that could have caused diplomatic problems with a flowing attitude.

«Hwiyu~»

Zenco no longer provoked her.

Even if Gaeul is currently in her late twenties, she is the leader who rules over South Korea.

She wasn’t just a figure called a fairy for no reason.

Moreover, didn’t she instantly neutralize the mana that both she and Albert were about to release?

A beauty to the extent that she could be called a stunning beauty, with a welldeveloped figure.

A confident attitude as the leader ruling the country.

Lastly, a gift of <pure white>.

If this weren’t Korea, if she weren’t just a fairy, he would have fallen for her immediately.

It’s a pity that it can’t happen.

Zenco decided to step back here. Realizing that he couldn’t provoke her any further, he entrusted everything to Albert.

«We have been very rude.»

«Yes.»

Albert apologized with a polite posture.

Gaeul accepted his apology as if it were natural. She didn’t leave any superficial words to show her magnanimity.

Albert didn’t mind. He acknowledged that Zenco had gone too far.

«It seems that Koreans are living in very difficult conditions.»

«…»

Gaeul spoke calmly, and Albert did not respond.

She already knew how isolated Koreans were living in Italy.

Not only her, but all the citizens knew.

In a world plagued by monsters and the rampant activities of the mafia, they knew what kind of life Koreans, who were not even in their own country, had to live.

Public opinion was boiling. They demanded to bring the isolated Koreans in Italy back immediately.

That was the background of the meeting between South Korea and Italy.

«Italian residents in Korea don’t have the same circumstances.»

«…»

Once again, Albert remained silent.

From the beginning, Gaeul didn’t expect any response from the two of them. She was relieved that she didn’t have to hear the insane excuse that in order for the Italians to unite, they had to make Koreans their enemies.

«…It seems like the atmosphere has become stifling. Should we get some fresh air?»

Gaeul gestured to Junghyun, who had returned to the meeting room.

He bowed his head to Gaeul and quickly walked over, placing three glasses of beverages and a cake on the table.

«You must be tired from coming all the way here. Please enjoy something sweet.»

Gaeul picked up her fork and reached out for the chocolate cake. Without paying attention to the two men watching her, she put the cake into her mouth.

«Please have some.»

She said once again.

The two men followed without saying a word. Somehow, they felt that they would suffer a loss if they didn’t comply.

«This is…»

«…Huh?»

As they savored the cake, the two men showed contrasting reactions. Albert furrowed his eyebrows as he inspected the cake, while Zenco chewed the cake whole and observed the changes in his body.

«What is this…?»

Mana surged. And not just a small amount, but enough to replenish all the consumed mana.

Albert couldn’t hide his emotions.

«It’s a potion.»

Gaeul replied, her faint smile finally appearing on her lips.

«No way. This is a potion?»

The potions Albert knew were all medicinal remedies administered directly into the body in the form of syringes. Moreover, the potions he knew had low efficiency, whereas the cake he just ate instantly replenished his mana.

…There’s a potion like this in Korea?

He knew little about the country called Korea.

But he knew that the cake before him would bring about a revolution in the world.

Yes, it was a revolution.

«Well then, shall we continue our conversation?»

Gaeul spoke to the two men, who were still unable to regain their composure, with a smile on her lips.

Only then did the two men divert their attention from the potion.

«Shall we start with something light? I heard that mana alloys containing a large amount of mana are mined in the Mediterranean.»

Before the End of the Century Destruction, as well as now, South Korea and Italy had no exchanges between them.

There was no regret in the absence of exchanges with Italy.

However, Gaeul became intrigued by the mana alloys mined in the Mediterranean.

The possibility of future exchanges with Italy was ridiculously low.

That’s why she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve two goals with one stone.

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