I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 147

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Episode 147

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Seoryeong diligently moved her spoon. As if she wouldn’t leave even a bit of all the food placed on the table. No matter how much she ate, her cheeks kept puffing out as she chewed, as if she was still hungry.

 

Myeongdo sighed as he watched Seoryeong aggressively stuffing rice into her mouth.

 

“Please eat slowly.”

 

“I know already.”

 

Even at her cold response telling him to mind his own business, Myeongdo silently poured water and handed it to her. After gulping down the water Myeongdo gave her, Seoryeong grabbed a chunk of bulgogi and brought it to her mouth.

 

“There are a few things I would like to ask.”

 

To Myeongdo’s polite question, Seoryeong gestured roughly with her chin. It was an arrogant attitude that said she would only tell him what she felt like.

 

The handle of the knife between the two was always held by Seoryeong.

 

“How did you know there was someone in that place?”

 

To Myeongdo’s question, Seoryeong answered as if it was nothing.

 

“I just can tell. When the wind blows, do you know how it blows? When it rains, do you know why it rains? It’s like that… I just feel it.”

 

At Seoryeong’s answer, Myeongdo asked his second question.

 

“Then couldn’t you have stopped it? With that divine power of yours.”

 

There was a faint sense of guilt in Myeongdo’s voice. Myeongdo, who seemed to be thinking of the dried-up child, couldn’t even take a spoonful of the rice soup placed in front of him.

 

Seoryeong pulled that rice soup toward herself.

 

“See this on my arm? What does it look like?”

 

“Yes. You’re wearing a Five Blessings Cord and a wooden bracelet.”

 

“The Five Blessings Cord is correct, but the bracelet isn’t just wood. That’s wrong!”

 

Seoryeong said while chewing on Myeongdo’s portion of rice soup.

 

“This is a binding accessory. It seals my divine power. Because of this, I can only use about one-tenth of my divine power. Now it’s better than before though. I had divided and stored my divine power in the bracelet Jeongan was wearing.”

 

At the mention of Jeongan, loneliness briefly flashed across Seoryeong’s face, but it disappeared in an instant.

 

As if she had never missed her.

 

“When that broke, a very small amount came back. Of course, it’s still nothing compared to my sealed divine power!”

 

“Why did you seal your divine power?”

 

At that question, Seoryeong put down the spoon she was holding. It was a serious expression that hadn’t been seen before.

 

“Why do you think? If someone has divine power like mine… they can sense me just from my aura.”

 

Seoryeong’s gentle eyes suddenly filled with killing intent.

 

“Where I am, what I’m doing, whether I’m alive or dead.”

 

Her mocking voice cut through the cool night air.

 

“Well… anyway, for now it’s hard to sharply detect the Yeom Family’s aura. I can’t break the binding accessory to hide myself. But if I use mental power, I can sense to some degree.”

 

Seoryeong roughly picked up a carrot from the table and chewed it. Myeongdo nodded briefly.

 

“The one who almost became a ghost child earlier failed as a spirit servant, so there’s no more business here. I’ll prepare to leave as soon as day breaks.”

 

Myeongdo’s words were somewhat correct. Since they had cremated and burned the child’s corpse, nothing remained. To use a soul as a spirit servant, a part of the body was needed.

 

Behind Myeongdo, who got up from the platform first to ask the tavern keeper about a room, Seoryeong muttered.

 

“Who says there’s no more business here?”

 

Seoryeong lifted her head to look at the sky, and darkness filled her eyes.

 

The murky sky where not a single star could be seen was positioned as if it would swallow this Cheonmaekji whole.

 

“This place is already full of malice…”

 

 

 

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IP 85.152 was managing featured posts in real-time when they noticed a striking post.

 

 

 

[My theory is that Seo Ryeong almost became the Yeom Family’s spirit servant in the past.jpg]

 

The way she’s overly obsessed with eating in front of Jeongan, and how she tears up when she discovers Saetani, and most of all, she understands that kid’s situation way too well..ㅜ The way she compulsively stuffs rice into her mouth as soon as she sees Saetani also seems like foreshadowing. I was wondering why she’d risk her life for revenge against Yeomga, but if they brought her in calling her family only to try to turn her into a salt slave, I would’ve done the same thing

 

 

 

“This is crazy…”

 

IP 85.152 unconsciously let out a sigh.

 

Knowing this made Seo Ryeong seem even more pitiful. Comments agreeing with the post were already appearing and the recommendation count was rising.

 

Looking at the analysis post that instantly became a featured post, IP 85.152 made a resolution.

 

“I need to analyze really hard too…”

 

They had experience as a musical theater fan, they couldn’t lose to Deudeok in terms of interpretation.

 

 

 

“Hey.”

 

In the deep of night, Myeongdo woke up to someone’s small hand shaking him. Seoryeong gestured slightly with her chin.

 

“Come out.”

 

Myeongdo didn’t question the command and obediently followed Seoryeong out.

 

The footsteps of the two people leaving the tavern quietly overlapped. Seoryeong’s destination was the back garden near the tavern.

 

There was someone crouching there.

 

“Hmm-. Hmmm-.”

 

A woman could be seen humming a small tune while gently rocking something in her arms.

 

“Do you love them very much?”

 

Seoryeong spoke to the woman. The woman who turned around slightly nodded with a gentle smile.

 

“Even though they’re not your real children.”

 

It was the stepmother of Janghwa and Hongryeon. At Seoryeong’s words, she carefully hugged the bundle of old clothes in her arms tightly. It was a dignified attitude as if her mind had briefly returned to normal.

 

“Since I gave birth to them with my heart, they are my children. I don’t mind being pointed at as a stepmother, but I’m afraid the children might hear. Please don’t say such things.”

 

“Really? Then… where are those beloved children of yours now?”

 

Seoryeong snapped her fingers, making a sharp sound.

 

As soon as she did that, the woman who had been hugging the bundle of old clothes and gently soothing it stopped moving.

 

Crawling on all fours and grabbing Seoryeong’s pant leg, she cried out with wild eyes.

 

“Janghwa! Hongryeon! Janghwa! Hongryeon!”

 

The loving face from just before was gone, and the stepmother’s face was distorted with pain and despair.

 

“Where did my children go? Huh? Did you see my children? Where did my daughters go? Huh? You saw them, right? You saw them? You saw them, right? Huh?”

 

Seoryeong lifted the chin of the stepmother who was pitifully searching for her children with her index finger and said.

 

“Shall I find them for you?”

 

She couldn’t even answer and sobbed while hiccupping. She nodded her head desperately.

 

Seoryeong pulled the stepmother’s hand that was gripping her leg and placed a blade against it.

 

“Stay still… recall that feeling.”

 

Red blood flowed down along the lifeline. The blood collected in the small bottle made a sloshing sound.

 

Seoryeong bent down to meet the stepmother’s gaze.

 

“Wasn’t there something strange about the corpses? There must have been. At least one thing. Something different from usual… something unsettling.”

 

At those words, the stepmother who had been shedding tears blankly said.

 

“There was a… flower scent… Very… thick and murky…”

 

Listening to the stepmother’s words, Seoryeong tilted her head sideways. Her eyes sharpened as if she was getting a sense of something.

 

 

 

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The next day, from early morning, there were two men knocking on the door of the giru. Bang bang bang-! The cheerful sound echoed beyond the door.

 

“Hey there-!”

 

The man shouting loudly with a grin was adorned from head to toe with expensive items. He was a person never seen before in this Cheonmaekji.

 

“Yes, my lord.”

 

To the girl whose face turned slightly red due to the man’s handsome appearance, the man acted slyly.

 

“For such a cute child to welcome me, it seems I’ve come to a good place indeed.”

 

The man who reached into his clothes and pulled out several yeopjeon gave them to the girl and said.

 

“Then bring me the most beautiful flower in this place. I shall buy out this establishment today.”

 

Behind the man who walked away with his light purple robe fluttering beautifully, a man in a dark blue robe sighed and followed him inside.

 

“Oh my….”

 

The innocent girl exclaimed in admiration while clutching the yeopjeon in her hand.

 

The two people were Seoryeong and Myeongdo.

 

 

 

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“Is that really true?”

 

“It’s really true, sister! Geum Sun heard it. As soon as the market opened today, there were two men who spent an enormous amount of money at the fabric shop. It must be those customers.”

 

The girl with a flushed red face chattered excitedly.

 

“Their hands were so generous, everything they touched was top quality! They were trying to buy up everything in the entire market, I tell you.”

 

“I see. In any case, they are customers… let’s close the giru’s doors today.”

 

Hwayeong, dressed elegantly, walked toward the customers who had barged in from early hours. Laughter and cheerful music sounds were bustling even beyond the door.

 

Inside, there was one innocent-looking man who clearly had nothing but money, and one man who was putting on airs.

 

‘Still, seeing them come to a giru at sunrise, they must be pathetic fellows….’

 

The girl who was playing the geomungo looked at Hwayeong and gave a small signal with her eyes. It seemed they were troublemakers as Hwayeong had expected.

 

Hwayeong sat next to Seoryeong and picked up the liquor bottle.

 

“Since precious guests have come to this deep mountain valley, this Hwayeong will offer you a cup.”

 

That was when it happened.

 

Seoryeong turned his hand holding the cup upside down. Splash—. The clear alcohol spilled onto the table.

 

At that subtle act of violence, the hands of the girl playing the geomungo stopped for a moment.

 

“What I want to drink isn’t this kind of crude alcohol.”

 

Seoryeong in the light purple robe playfully tilted his head.

 

“Seolbaekhwa.”

 

At those words, Hwayeong’s expression hardened.

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