Celebrity Lady - Chapter 33

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Celebrity Lady
Chapter 33
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After a long day had finally come to an end.
I finished washing my face before bed and luxuriated in the moment as I patted Toner across my skin at the vanity.
“Mm… This expensive, refined fragrance…”
It seemed to use quality ingredients—the way it soaked into my skin without harshness felt pleasant. The rosemary scent was quite nice too.
‘Since I’m going to sell cosmetics and perfume, I need to do market research beforehand.’
Grinning greedily at the thought of launching a business, I naturally found my mind turning to Lark.
In fact, this toner was a gift from him.
On my way home, I spotted a beauty shop and stopped by to scout the market and browse around a bit…
“Want me to buy it for you?”
Lark looked so eager, frustrated that he couldn’t do something for me, that I pretended to be reluctant and accepted the gift.
“……”
“Goodness!”
Just then.
Wishert’s handsome face appeared in the mirror as he approached from behind, startling me. He was wearing Lark’s appearance as always.
What timing—his face appearing in the mirror just as I’d been thinking of Lark.
I spun around in my chair and spoke.
“Hey! Stop wearing the crown prince’s face—it confuses me now! Every time I think about how my heart nearly stopped yesterday…”
“Ah, right. Since you’ll be meeting the crown prince often from now on, it makes sense you’d get confused.”
“Exactly. A different face, please.”
“Who would you prefer? Cedric Lyzer?”
Wishert asked in a tone so gentle it seemed he’d do anything I asked.
The spirit who’d fussed and nagged with worry right up until I left to meet the crown prince had become much more indulgent after hearing about how successful our meeting had been.
I laughed and replied.
“I told you he’s not my type. Is the crown prince the only man you know besides Cedric?”
“Well…”
“Do you really need to shift into the faces of real people? It just creates confusion.”
I clapped my hands together once and added.
“Since I have two older brothers, why don’t you customize yourself into a cute younger brother instead? Like how I always imagined we’d have a youngest.”
Wishert nodded obediently at my request, then suddenly let out a bright “Ah!” and snapped his fingers with a playful expression.
“……Oh, my gosh.”
The moment he transformed, I was stunned.
Before me stood a beauty so stunning my jaw practically dropped.
Bewitching crimson hair that cascaded past the waist. Porcelain-white skin in striking contrast.
Sharp, feline eyes with upturned corners and lush, sensual crimson lips captured my gaze entirely.
“This is…”
Golden eyes that seemed to hold all the mystery in the world. And discovering a single small beauty mark beneath the left eye, I gasped.
“It’s me!”
“What do you think?”
“Gorgeous!”
I leapt up and clapped a hand over my mouth, circling around Wishert to admire his stunning form.
To be precise, it was an older, more slender version of ‘me.’
“This is insane. What are your measurements? Something like 36-24-38?”
“……”
“Amazing!”
Moreover, Wishert was dressed in a familiar Black Evening Dress.
‘Heh. When did you steal a peek at this design…’
I’d sketched this dress design beforehand, imagining my own glorious debut into high society after becoming slender.
“A beauty like this is truly rare. Even Hollywood didn’t have many.”
“Aren’t you embarrassed saying that after looking at your own face?”
“What’s the problem? I’m just stating facts.”
I replied shamelessly, but suddenly found myself growing bitter about my own beautiful appearance.
“What’s wrong? Why that expression?”
Wishert tilted his head in confusion.
“It’s just… my mood suddenly soured.”
“Why?”
“These are things Rubert should be enjoying.”
I swallowed a sigh and sat back down in my chair.
My reflection in the mirror still looked a bit puffy, but the swelling had reduced enough that I didn’t look ugly. With my youthful age, I actually looked even cuter in a way.
“From a good family, plenty of money, a pretty face, a great figure. And as for personality—well, suffice to say she was gentle and kind…”
“……”
“If it weren’t for those garbage people, she could have lived happily without any problems at all.”
I’d resolved to live Rubert’s life wonderfully and happily, but even that determination couldn’t fill a certain emptiness.
After all, the real Rubert—the one who should have enjoyed this magnificent life—no longer existed.
“There’s no need to be melancholy.”
Wishert placed a hand on my shoulder and spoke.
Beyond the mirror, with my beautiful face, he met my eyes.
“Everything you enjoy is the same as everything Rubert enjoys. You are Rubert, after all.”
“……”
I froze.
His words…
Were probably just meant to comfort my sudden gloom, but for some reason, they felt oddly strange to hear.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Huh?”
When I turned to look at him, Wishert blinked blankly before hurrying to clarify.
“Oh, well, I just meant that if you’re happy, Rubert will be satisfied too.”
“……”
“What did I say again? Like having a younger brother?”
Wishert quickly changed the subject and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, he transformed into a familiar yet unfamiliar form—a boy with short crimson hair and mysterious golden eyes, bearing a resemblance to me.
“Wow, I have to admit our family genes are truly something.”
As I marveled plainly, Wishert’s pride seemed to swell.
“I’m quite talented, aren’t I?”
“Of course. You’re always dismissing me, but make no mistake—you’re a top-tier Spirit. Every human who enters the Spirit Spring desperately wishes to find me, a Wish Spirit.”
“Indeed. Quite an impressive being, aren’t you?”
I teased him playfully, but internally I was thinking something else.
‘Yeah, Wishert really is an impressive Spirit. It’s strange I haven’t suspected anything strange until now.’
He can become anyone with just one snap of his fingers, summon objects from elsewhere in an instant, and with a mere touch to my head, project scenes inside my mind like a movie.
Recalling one by one the abilities Wishert had shown me so far—he truly had ‘impressive talents’—I…
‘This is definitely suspicious.’
I carefully concealed the suspicion blooming in my heart, making sure it didn’t show on my face.
‘Wishert is a Spirit, and as a human, he’s like an otherworldly being using higher-dimensional powers I can’t comprehend.’
—That’s how easily I’d dismissed it, until Lark himself disturbed the waters of my conviction.
Looking at Wishert beyond the mirror, I recalled the conversation I’d had with Lark today.
“It’s curious. I never would have thought a Spirit could possess abilities separate from their individual nature.”
“Separate abilities?”
“Your Spirit, Vista, concealed the Spiritist’s Mark that should appear on your hand, did she not?”
“Yes. Why is that important?”
“Of course Spirits are magnificent beings, but they certainly have limits. It’s generally the case that they cannot perform impossible feats beyond their unique abilities. For instance, the earth Spirit Randian, whom I’ve contracted with—”
Lark conjured a single flower from the ground and handed it to me, continuing kindly.
“He can make flowers bloom if there’s soil, and even turn a steep cliff into flat land in an instant. But that’s all he can do.”
“……”
“He cannot wield the abilities of Spirits with different natures, and he cannot cast magic unrelated to earth.”
The gist of his words was that Spirits weren’t omnipotent. They had clear limits—able to use only their own innate abilities.
Then what about Wishert, a Wish Spirit?
‘Apart from granting three wishes, he shouldn’t have the ability to perform separate magical feats.’
But that wasn’t the case.
Starting with how he’d erased the Spiritist’s Mark from my hand, exactly as Lark described…
‘Wishert can do literally anything.’
Thinking it over carefully, the strange things were too numerous to count.
The range of wishes Wishert could grant seemed entirely flexible by his own standards.
‘For example, when he let Rubert peek into Juliet Karenina’s life.’
Did he merely let me peek? It wasn’t a one-time thing. I could even leave comments on my own SNS.
Come to think of it, all those impossible abilities should each count as individual wishes, yet…
‘His criteria for what counts as a wish are entirely arbitrary. It seems like if Wishert wanted something, he could do absolutely anything. Does this even make sense?’
Since the founding of the Empire, Spirit Protection has always been present, but humans still haven’t fully grasped the nature and limits of Spirits.
The fact that Lark questioned my Spirit’s abilities but ultimately dismissed it with a casual “I suppose that’s possible” proved as much.
‘Something’s off. Something’s definitely off.’
Yet Lark’s question had left me with a powerful suspicion.
“Wishert.”
“Yeah?”
Wishert followed me toward the bed. I lay down, pulled the covers up, and asked the Spirit standing beside me.
“Have you ever lied to me about anything?”
Wishert stiffened, his brow furrowing.
“……What are you talking about?”
I studied his peculiar expression carefully before continuing.
“Well, not necessarily a lie, but maybe something you should have told me? Or something you’re hiding?”
“What are you suddenly going on about?”
Wishert frowned and shrugged his shoulders, then abruptly pulled the blanket up over my head.
“Hey, what are you doing!”
“You look tired. Go to sleep.”
I hastily pulled the blanket away, but Wishert had vanished. He’d apparently fled to the Spirit Spring.
I stared at the empty space where Wishert had just been and came to a certainty.
‘Hmm, he’s a terrible actor. There’s definitely something going on.’

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