I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 203

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The hospital arranged temporary accommodations for me.
They said they’d rent it to me free of charge for a year.
In exchange, they asked if they could use my case for hospital promotions and such, and I agreed.
They had helped me so much up until now, and more than anything, if my case became known to the world, it could be of great help to children who suffered like me.
For those who were ill like me, what was most needed was hope.
Even if the pain felt like death itself, hope made it possible to endure.
I knew that better than anyone.
If I could become someone’s hope, if it could save someone’s life, then I could easily be a model for zero modeling fees.
The first night in the accommodations.
Arun, sitting on the bed, spoke.
“I’ve wanted to say this for a while.”
“Hmm?”
“At night, I want to be Arun, not Kim Beolkkot.”
“What?”
“I’m male too, after all.”
I caught my breath for a moment.
Though I had no such experience, I knew what I needed to know.
I roughly understood what Arun was saying.
‘Actually, I already knew.’
What Arun wanted.
In truth, it was such a natural communion between lovers and a beautiful way to share love.
But for some reason, there was a sense of rejection.
If I called it rejection, that wouldn’t quite be right—yes, there was fear.
Because I was someone more accustomed to pain than to the absence of it.
How to put it—a subtle anxiety that I might hurt more gripped me.
To be clear, it wasn’t that I disliked Arun.
“Now is the time when we can be alone together, isn’t it?”
“That’s… true.”
I didn’t know how Arun would take it, but I greatly preferred sleeping in the same bed with Arun in his Kim Beolkkot form, and each time, I couldn’t help but love Kim Beolkkot.
The warm body heat. The soft fur. The gentle breathing I could hear.
There was something great beyond all that in Kim Beolkkot’s body.
That time sleeping with Kim Beolkkot was truly sweet to me.
Before long, I couldn’t imagine a world without Arun.
That this nightmare could become a journey was because Arun was by my side.
Though my words have grown long, in any case, it meant that I had come to really like Arun.
“I’m sorry. I think I was avoiding it somewhat. But one thing is certain—I like you very much too, Arun.”
How could I not like him?
A lover who could sacrifice his life for me, and moreover, a man so aesthetically beautiful, and even this enchanting man who transforms into ‘Kim Beolkkot’—I liked him very much.
“Then…”
Arun’s cheeks flushed slightly red.
His breathing seemed to grow slightly rougher.
The Arun before me now was somewhat different from the Arun I knew.
How should I put it—a bit more ‘bestial’ in nature, perhaps.
Of course, Kim Beolggwol’s appearance had always been somewhat bestial, but this felt distinctly different.
From Arun, I sensed an odd current I had never experienced before.
Arun rose from his seat.
As his large frame drew closer to me, I found myself swallowing hard without thinking.
A pleasant tension washed over me.
“Mm?”
Arun embraced me.
That famous princess carry.
I’m not entirely sure why it came to be called a princess carry.
Having lived as something like a princess in my role as a princess, I found it difficult to discover any scholarly basis or experience that would justify naming it as such—but you’ve all probably noticed by now that I’m rambling.
Arun lifted me effortlessly and carefully laid me down on the bed.
And he gazed at me with eyes full of affection.
His eyes, crafted like honey, seemed to be churning with intensity today.
And poof!
He became Kim Beolggwol.
[Kyaaaak!]
Earth.
This beautiful planet was a terribly harsh ecosystem for Arun.
The time he could maintain his human form was limited.
Kim Beolggwol made a whoosh-whoosh sound, throwing punches at the empty air.
[This is. A sound from the mouth. Or not.]
Hot steam was rising from his head.
Ah. Kim Beolggwol was quite embarrassed too.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Truth be told, I felt less tense in his Kim Beolggwol form than in his human form.
I pulled Kim Beolggwol into my arms.
“I like this form too.”
At that moment, I didn’t know.
That Arun could maintain his human form whenever he wished.
That dragons were blessed with far superior physicality than I imagined.
Years later, on a summer night when I recalled this day, Arun told me.
‘That’s right. Back then, I was actually a bit anxious too. I had fallen into a world I didn’t understand.’
I didn’t know that Arun was more anxious than I was.
When I asked what a dragon could possibly be anxious about,
‘That Isabel might recall her painful memories.’
…he answered.
Arun said he was so anxious that Isabel might suffer again from those painful memories that he nearly went mad.
So I decided not to be greedy about it, or whatever you’d call it.
Ah, to be a bit more honest… I felt a slight sense of regret that day as well.
I’m so grateful that Arun was being considerate, but how do I put it—separate from that gratitude, I felt like I hadn’t taken even a single step into an unknown world.
It felt like I simply lacked the courage to cross that threshold.
My relationship with Arun could have become so much more solid.
If I had crossed this barrier, I think I could have felt deep in my heart that we truly love each other.
Despite that lingering regret, I was able to hold Kim Beolkkot close and fall into a deep sleep.
And the next day, we began our proper journey.
“Kim Beolkkot. Let’s make a magic potion.”
[With materials. Totally doable]
“I told you not to pick up speech patterns like that.”
I seriously considered banning digital world wandering, but then again, speech patterns weren’t the immediate priority.
“We’ll make magic potions and distribute them. If you and I combine our strength, we could cure quite a lot of incurable diseases in this world, don’t you think?”
[Isabel wants it = ME wants it too]
Kim Beolkkot wore a confident expression.
“If possible, it would be nice to share the manufacturing method as well…”
There was a problem.
This world had no one who could handle magical power.
Even if I shared the method, it would be meaningless if no one could wield magical power.
“Let’s think about the method gradually.”
In any case, our potion manufacturing had begun.
I hoped our journey would bring some benefit to someone.
[On Green Hill. With backpacks strapped on.]
[Golden sun. Opening a festival.]
As Kim Beolkkot snapped their fingers, a teleportation spell unfolded.
A place untouched by many hands.
A place where nature’s power still remained relatively abundant.
‘Cold energy must have accumulated here for a very long time.’
That meant ‘essence of special properties’ was condensed in this location.
The North Pole was the optimal place to create a magical potion.
That’s right. Our first destination was the North Pole.

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Though I had stepped into the realm of a Grand Mage, that didn’t mean I had grown wise in all aspects of life.
I had no choice but to admit that I was quite foolish.
“Ugh! It’s freezing!”
In the world of 【The Doomed Villainess Dies】, there was no need to worry about such things.
So the very concept of worrying about the weather had become terribly vague to me.
That place was filled with all manner of magical artifacts, and since I myself was skilled in magic, something like cold had no effect on me whatsoever.
[Good weather or bad weather.]
If Kim Beolkkot hadn’t floated a ball of fire (which he insisted on calling a “goblin flame”) nearby, I would have suffered frostbite.
“Th-thank you, Kim Beolkkot.”
[Call me. Goblin.]
I wasn’t sure why he suddenly insisted on this goblin business, but in any case, this “goblin flame” warmed the temperature around me.
Watching Kim Beolkkot use magic so freely and skillfully in his current form made me feel a bit envious.
But cold wasn’t the only problem.
The world that had now become mine and Earth, my old world, were environmentally very different.
The concentration of mana. Its purity. Its diversity. Everything was severely lacking.
“Ice crystals from the North Pole. I thought it would be possible with clean air. I thought it would work with your knowledge and my magical abilities.”
Let’s set aside the ice crystals from the North Pole and “magical knowledge.”
In other words, these were constants. Unchanging values.
The variable was my magic.
Magic, after all, was about resonating well between mana—what you might call the physical component—and magical formulas—what you might call the mental component—to produce the appropriate effect.
But on Earth, my magic couldn’t exert its full power!
My explanation had grown long-winded, but the bottom line was that I had failed to create a healing potion.
Kim Beolkkot said it was impossible too.
Creating a potion to destroy someone was possible, but creating one to save someone was difficult, or so he said.
[This is Mother’s fault.]
Kim Beolkkot made excuses, saying he couldn’t help it since he inherited the blood of the Legendary Black Dragon, and I accepted it as such.
Dragons were beings you shouldn’t think of in human terms.
Questioning why he couldn’t do this was no different from asking a mathematical genius why they couldn’t speak English.

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