I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 211

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Side Story 2: The Blessing of Sharing Memories with My Parents
It feels odd saying this about myself, but I’ve become a Grand Mage.
And thanks to being born into such a blessed environment, I was able to dedicate myself to countless research projects without ever worrying about money.
This was the result of all that effort.
“Ta-da!”
[Clap clap clap.]
Kim Beolggwol, who had experienced Earth alongside me, recognized it immediately.
[Extremely. Earthly. Civilization?]
[A smartphone?]
By the way, Arun preferred to take Kim Beolggwol’s form during the day.
The reason was… well, it’s a bit embarrassing to say out loud, but apparently it’s much easier to nestle against me that way.
Borrowing Kim Beolggwol’s own words.
[Can cuddle anytime, anywhere.]
[So sweet.]
Oh my, my head.
The digital world is supposedly quite addictive.
In any case, the conclusion was that he spent most of the day in Kim Beolggwol’s form.
The Imperial Palace had many eyes watching, and there were many inconveniences, he said.
Just moments ago, the maids had cleaned my room, and for them, the feeling of “Kim Beolggwol nestled against the Princess” was quite different from “Arun nestled against the Princess.”
Of course, my Biological Father disapproved of Arun even in Kim Beolggwol’s form, but the power of appearance was truly remarkable.
Even my Biological Father was slightly (and I mean only slightly) more lenient toward Kim Beolggwol than toward Arun.
Hmm, anyway.
I had created a smartphone.
More precisely, it was a magical engineering device that borrowed the form of a smartphone.
“It can take photographs.”
[What about videos?]
“It can do that too!”
[Truly impressive.]
[But I’m a bit disappointed.]
“About what?”
[Influencer Kim Beolggwol…]
“Influencer? Kim Beolggwol, did you want to become an influencer?”
[No influencers here.]
[Dejected.]
Faced with this unexpected life aspiration, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
As I said, the power of appearance was truly remarkable.
At night, Arun became somewhat, well, quite terrifying, but during the day he was impossibly cute and fresh. Even his scent was adorable.
I hugged Kim Beolggwol tightly and breathed in his scent.
Kim Beolggwol was quick to catch on.
[This is precisely.]
[Beep.]
I showed my magitech device, a “phone,” to the boastful Beolkkot.
“This isn’t just for taking ordinary photographs or videos.”
[Then?]
“It can capture human memories.”
[Wow.]
“Of course, human memories aren’t perfect, but….”
[Isabel, perfect memory, has.]
[Brain lady.]
I nodded.
“I’m not sure if it will work perfectly in sync with my ‘Perfect Memory’ spell. I’ll have to test it to know for sure.”
[Definitely. Will work.]
“….”
[?]
Sigh. How can I cure that digital plague?
I think I’ll need to develop a digital plague treatment spell next.
“Should I try capturing a memory….”
I had been gifted a healthy body.
I was no longer terminally ill.
Because of that, I must not forget.
The life I lived as someone with limited time.
The life I cherished and enjoyed, grateful for each passing day.
“When you press this, video recording starts, okay?”
A white button in the center of the screen.
I pressed the button with my index finger.
Ding!
Video recording had begun.
It was a selfie angle.

* * *
‘This won’t be easy unless you’re a Mage.’
I needed to be capable of handling at least sixth-degree functions.
I had to understand the concepts of extrema and complex numbers.
One might argue this was mathematics rather than magic, but calculating it mentally still required magical assistance.
Of course, mathematics was necessary to create that magic in the first place.
I set the coordinates in real-time and pinpointed somewhere in my memories.
Thanks to my unintended ‘Earth journey,’ setting coordinates became somewhat easier.
There was a reason the saying existed—if it was good, it was a cherished memory; if it was bad, it was experience.
“It’s done.”
Kim Beolggwol’s expression grew slightly dejected.
“What’s wrong?”
[Kim Beolggwol. Waited 1 hour.]
“An hour has passed?”
A nod.
I hadn’t realized an hour had gone by while I was so absorbed.
I felt terribly sorry toward Kim Beolggwol, who had been waiting beside me.
“I’m sorry.”
The moment I opened my arms, Kim Beolggwol, who had been dejected, rushed toward me as if nothing had happened.
Though it resembled a beast pouncing on prey, Kim Beolggwol’s body was soft and fluffy.
After comforting Kim Beolggwol (which took only 6 seconds), I showed my phone.
“Ta-da!”
Kim Beolggwol clapped enthusiastically with short hands.
I placed the beam projector I had prepared beforehand on the tea table.
A magical formula was engraved on the beam projector, and it would activate when I placed my phone on top of it.
This was also technology that didn’t exist in this world, and Kim Beolggwol dutifully expressed amazement.
[Isabel. So cool. Breathtaking.]
Setting aside the digital plague, Kim Beolggwol’s reactions were always spectacular.
Right now, stars were shooting from her eyes. (She was actually shooting stars. Like in a cartoon.)
I couldn’t resist showing off with such an incredible reaction.
It was why I always revealed whatever I created to Kim Beolggwol first.
That tremendous reaction gave me confidence that didn’t exist before.
[Where is that?]
The video was playing.
“Human memories aren’t remembered in the first person.”
That’s usually how it works.
When I recall my memories, they’re all reconstructed in third-person form, remembering my own image.
It was the same now.
In other words, this video was close to viewing my memories in the form of a film.
As if I had become a third party observing it.
In the video, someone truly handsome spoke.
-Something useless was born.
My heart sank.
I felt as though my chest had caved in.
“…Ah.”
Kim Beolggwol snorted.
[If only it weren’t for my father-in-law.]
Hisss- hisss-
The way he exhaled through his nose was ominous.
Kim Beolggwol was Arun, but fundamentally, he was still a honey badger.
Sometimes the honey badger’s consciousness overpowered Arun’s sense of self.
“Wait, hold on?”
I paused the video playback.
There was a hidden fact I hadn’t known.
“Look there. Father’s left hand.”
Then, a slightly angry voice rang out.
“What if it weren’t for my father-in-law?”
“Father?”
Somehow, Father had entered my room.
He held ice cream in both hands.
Chocolate and strawberry flavors.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know which I preferred, so he brought two flavors.
Depending on my condition and mood, sometimes I craved chocolate and sometimes strawberry, so he had prepared both to account for that.
When I eat chocolate, Father eats strawberry, and when I eat strawberry, Father chooses chocolate.
Actually, from what I could tell, Father seemed to prefer chocolate over strawberry, so I deliberately chose strawberry.
“Father. You should knock, you know?”
“….”
Father’s fierce gaze fell upon me.
I understand now.
That wasn’t a fierce look—it was a flustered one.
The Iron-Blooded Emperor left the room.
I quickly grabbed my phone and disconnected it from the beam projector.
Knock-knock.
A knocking sound came.
“Come in.”
I smiled brightly.
Someone who would never abandon me no matter what.
My family. Though he looked a bit intimidating, Father—whose heart was warmer than anyone’s (at least to me)—trudged in.
“I… knocked.”
“Hehe.”
I scurried over to my Biological Father and threw my arms around him.
I had grown into an adult now, no longer as small as I once was, yet I remained diminutive nonetheless.
Before my Biological Father, I always became a young child again.
Standing behind him was the most beautiful Mother in the world.
And to be honest, there were many times when my Mother’s embrace felt better than my Biological Father’s.
I nestled into my Mother’s arms instead of my Biological Father’s.
My Mother laughed brightly.
“Like mother, like daughter, isn’t it?”
“…I suppose so.”
My Biological Father’s face had turned red.
My Biological Father cleared his throat with a soft cough, then handed me a strawberry ice cream.
I accepted the strawberry ice cream and asked carefully.
“Biological Father.”
“Isabel.”
“You heard everything, didn’t you?”
“…”
There was no point in disconnecting the call.
My Biological Father’s hearing was incomparable to that of an ordinary person.
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t hurt. You’ve already apologized for everything, and I’ve forgiven you completely.”
Looking back, it did feel somewhat wounding, but my Biological Father must be sufficiently remorseful as well.
I had no intention of dwelling on it.
But now we had become a precious family.
Since we had become a precious family, I had to tease where teasing was due.
“What is that?”
Since things had come to this, I simply reconnected the phone to the beam projector.
“That. What you’re holding in your left hand, Biological Father. Tada. What could this be?”
I smiled brightly. I probably looked like a villain to my Biological Father’s eyes.
Having committed such a sin, I deserved this level of teasing.
My Biological Father’s face, having lost all composure, had flushed as red as a radish.
“My? Was that so? You? I didn’t even know?”
My Mother burst into bright laughter once more.

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