Chapter 352

It was Seo Dawon.

“Huh...?”

Actually, I was only surprised that Dawon had held me from behind; his touch didn’t feel strange at all. Nevertheless, what had surprised me was the warmth permeating from Dawon’s hands... different from his usual chill.

I widened my eyes and held onto his hand. It was completely different from when I summoned him or when I touched his spiritual apparition. It felt as if I were touching a living person.

“Is it warm?” Seo Dawon smiled at my reaction and entrusted his hand to me. I swear I wasn’t the type to create such a fuss over something so trivial, but... But honestly, Dawon’s soft and warm touch felt so nice.

Still, I didn’t want to seem so obvious, worried that I’d incur more teasing; I slowly relaxed my grip, “No... I’m just fascinated.”

“And, because you’re just a soul, your left hand is fine.”

“Huh? That’s right...” I looked up at the Mage. ‘He’s really concerned about my left hand...’

I didn’t want him to feel guilt or other such negative emotions, even though that may be inevitable. So, I sneaked glances at the Mage as he held my hand.

Though I felt excited and happy watching Seo Dawon, I felt strangely anxious as well. Perhaps I’d feel less tense if he reacted angrily, as Olim had.

‘Besides... Seo Dawon... It’s been a while since I lost trust in him.’

Disregarding the fact that I liked him a lot, he sometimes behaved recklessly or acted behind my back, so I held his hand tightly as I looked him straight in the face, “You know... You shouldn’t act willfully–without my permission, right?”

“So suddenly?”

“I was worried you’d go crazy and leave for somewhere because of my left hand.”

“Hmmm... Well. Don’t tell me, you want to spare Moon Issak’s life?”

As soon as Seo Dawon said that, the servants suddenly stopped moving. Even Woo Ragi and Jung Garam, who were in the middle of a spar, stopped and looked at me.

Flustered by the changed atmosphere, I sputtered, “No, it’s not that, but... I meant... Don’t overdo it. Our goal is, first and foremost, resurrection.”

“......”

Even Olim-ie, who would have said her two cents at other times, became expressionless and remained silent. I was incredibly surprised. Honestly, were they focused on killing Moon Issak even if it were to delay their resurrection?

Fortunately, although it was a bit belated, Woo Ragi opened his mouth, “Of course, we can take care of him after resurrection.”

Rejoicing, I responded, “Right?! Anyway... Even if you leave him be, he won’t be able to lead a normal life from now on.”

“I’m not sure how long the counter skill will last though,” Choi Kyung-sik finally chimed in.

I was shocked that even the trusted Kim Olim was actively involving herself in the [Moon Issak doll-making] project.

“What are you talking about?” I shouted.

Choi Kyungsik ignored my pale expression and lightly commented, “Hmm... In that condition, he wouldn’t be able to last one year. Even with preservatives. However, if we dry it well, it could potentially be sold to a collector as a part of their valuable collection. Let’s try making a long-lasting preservative.”

After listening to Choi Kyung-sik, Jung Garam pouted, dissatisfied, “I’ll buy it. In anycase, there’s a use for him somewhere. Hmm... Like a sparring mannequin.”

“Or how about putting him on the black market? It’d be an extraordinary, once-in-a-lifetime auction. Don’t Users involved in something like this like rare and interesting things?”

“You can’t sell something like that!” I shouted.

However, the servants didn’t respond. Even Woo Ragi didn’t seem to think of the conversation as something wild or strange. So, I glanced at him as my last chance for help.

Woo Ragi read my expression quickly and smiled as if he understood me. “Hey. You know you’ll be hit if you disagree at this point?”

“But...”

“Also, I’ve always hated perverted people like Moon Issak, alright? It might be a little awkward for Eunji to remove dicks, so I’ll cut them off neatly.”

He really thought about his own role in this plan, didn’t he? Only then did I realize that their discussion was simply them notifying me of their plan.

Seo Dawon hugged me and my gaping mouth from behind and whispered into my ear, “Lackey has something to say.”

“What?” Listening to the Mage, I looked down at the skeleton hugging my knee. Its head was lifted high, as if it had been staring at me for quite some time. Its pupils narrowed.

[Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack–!!]

[I want to eat what’s left–!!]

“Eat? What do you mean you want to eat?!” Could Seo Dawon have influenced Lackey in my absence? I lifted the skeleton, held it close, and glared at the Mage.

Then, when I was about to blurt something out–

Knock Knock–

I heard a light knocking sound. The door opened.

“Lee-kyung-ssi...” Koo Hui-seo peered out from behind the door.

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TL: My proofreaders are as bloodthirsty as the servants this episode.