My Younger Sister Reborn as a Star Sovereign - Chapter 47

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The Protagonist’s Younger Sister Revives as a Constellation Episode 047

 

It felt different from when I had seen the art classroom just before. Had something changed after Kim Igyeol’s homeroom teacher entered the art classroom?

 

When I stopped and shuddered at that feeling, both of them turned around at the same time.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

I shook my head, saying it was nothing. I pulled the two of them forward as we walked.

 

Because of that, I didn’t notice that Kang Seo-u was looking at me suspiciously.

 

At dismissal time, I should have gone home, but I headed to the art classroom instead.

 

I couldn’t just let go of the sensation I had felt during the day. It would have been nice if Anser had been there.

 

⌈Baby, looking for me?⌋

 

The moment I thought about it, Anser’s voice echoed in my head. Right, Anser was a Constellation.

 

‘The place I’m about to go to doesn’t feel very good.’

 

⌈What you felt is probably accurate.⌋

 

Anser told me that Constellations become sensitive to negative energy.

 

That was problematic in its own way.

 

If I felt something bad in a place where the wavelength had supposedly disappeared, it could mean the school still wasn’t safe.

 

It would probably be better if I was just someone with bad intuition.

 

So Kim Igyeol’s homeroom teacher was in charge of art. The art classroom looked more organized than what I had seen during the day.

 

I went inside and walked around here and there. Only when I got near the sculpture did I get goosebumps and feel bad.

 

When I carefully moved the sculpture away, there was something that looked like dust.

 

Of course, it wasn’t real dust, and it seemed to be that wavelength that was supposed to have disappeared.

 

“Wow, this really exists.”

 

⌈I told you what you felt would be accurate.⌋

 

Anser, who had appeared beside me at some point, yawned softly. Seeing the fox’s fur standing on end, it seemed Anser felt it too.

 

Anser, who had been sniffing around, pulled her body back. The unpleasant feeling was evident in her barking sound.

 

⌈This was made by humans.⌋

 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

 

Anser seemed to be pondering as she tapped and stomped with her front paws, making tapping sounds.

 

⌈To put it simply, within what you can understand, this kind of negative energy is ‘created.’⌋

 

“A created dungeon? What’s the difference between that and a regular dungeon?”

 

At my question, Anser told me to open my hand. As soon as I opened my hand and her paw pad was positioned right next to it, Anser floated a small star above her paw and continued her explanation.

 

⌈Your hand has nothing on it. My paw has a star. What do you feel from my star?⌋

 

“Nothing, I don’t feel anything.”

 

⌈Right, our stars have similar wavelengths to each other, so it’s correct that you can’t detect them. Regular dungeons are like this too. Those are made by someone with the same wavelength as us, oh, ahem. 【Addition】 Since they were made by the traitor.⌋

 

Anser, who said she couldn’t directly say who that was, put away the star and growled while grinding her teeth.

 

⌈But this current one is humans breaking the rules.⌋

 

Things that broke earthly rules and ended up ignoring even the rules set by the gods.

 

While listening to Anser’s explanation, I carefully organized the complex content. Why is this so complicated?

 

‘So what I detected was made by humans, and regular dungeons that aren’t like this are made by Constellations. Is that right?’

 

⌈Yes, that’s right! But if even a little bit of human involvement is mixed in, I can notice it. Like the dungeons I’ve smelled.⌋

 

I nodded at Anser’s agreement and fell into contemplation.

 

So now what should I do about this?

 

Option one, report it to the Association. In this case, the reporter’s identity would obviously be exposed, so rejected.

 

Option two, tell my brother? Absolutely not. To mention finding evidence that only Constellations can know about, I’d have to reveal my identity too, but I can’t reveal that I’m a Constellation.

 

Option three, tell Kim Igyeol and have him report it to the Association instead. This was the best choice.

 

The problem was that this couldn’t be seen by humans and couldn’t be detected by Association equipment either.

 

⌈Baby, this painting is also really bad.⌋

 

The fox lightly tapped the easel that had been standing next to her. It was an unfinished lion painting, still seemingly in progress.

 

Anser leaped lightly and scratched the painting on the easel with her claws.

 

“Ah no, you can’t do that!”

 

I grabbed the fox’s paw, but the painting was already damaged by her claws.

 

Amazingly, when the painting was damaged, the creepy sensation decreased. So it wasn’t just that dust, but the painting was also a problem?

 

At this point, I suspected the other objects here too. It seemed like the entire art classroom should be closed off.

 

It would be useless to tell the school about it. Should I at least put up a “No Entry” sign?

 

I immediately took out my notebook from my bag and tore out a page.

 

I wrote “No Entry” crookedly with my left hand so they wouldn’t recognize it was me from the handwriting.

 

Something seemed a bit strange. I showed the finished paper to Anser and asked.

 

“Does it look too much like a prank?”

 

⌈Hmm, it does a little bit.⌋

 

It was a bit shocking since Anser, who usually liked whatever I did, said that. But there was nothing I could do about it for now.

 

I shrugged to rationalize it, stuck it on the art classroom door, and went home.

 

I didn’t think this paper would stay up for long.

 

But I didn’t know it would fall off in less than a day.

 

During the second period, which was a moving class, I was following Lee Joo-a when we passed by the art classroom. I could hear students’ voices from there.

 

When I glanced over, the paper I had put up was nowhere to be found, and the art teacher, Seo Yena, was in the middle of class with the students.

 

“Serin, what are you doing? Let’s go quickly!”

 

“Yeah, I’m coming now!”

 

Should I use super glue? I moved my reluctant steps and followed behind Lee Joo-a.

 

I consistently put up “No Entry” papers in the art classroom for a week.

 

I printed several sheets at home in advance and used the subspace to enter and exit the school at dawn.

 

It was fortunate that I could open and close the subspace from anywhere.

 

When Jin Sehyeok dropped me off at school, I would check if it was still properly attached while going to the classroom.

 

The culprit who kept tearing off the papers I put up was Teacher Seo Yena, who was Kim Igyeol’s homeroom teacher and in charge of the art classroom.

 

Seo Yena practically lived in the art classroom. Considering that regular teachers, except for the school nurse, stayed in the faculty office, this was an exceptional case.

 

I rested my chin on my hand and wrote my name on the paper I received. Seo Yena was conducting class in front.

 

‘That teacher also doesn’t feel very good.’

 

I wasn’t even sure if she was really a teacher. She was as irritating as a small thorn stuck in my finger.

 

Unfortunately, today’s first period was art class, so I came to the art classroom.

 

Last week, Seo Yena had something come up and replaced it with self-study, so today was the first time coming to the art classroom for an actual class.

 

“This semester, we’ll proceed with project-based classes.”

 

“Ah, I hate group assignments!”

 

“Can’t we do something else?”

 

Despite the students’ complaints, Seo Yena continued her explanation.

 

“The theme is ‘Expressing Identity.’ What kind of person do you feel you are? What kind of person is the friend next to you?”

 

Express and interact with what you feel throughout the semester.

 

After finishing her explanation about the assignment, Seo Yena turned off the PowerPoint and turned the classroom lights back on.

 

“The art classroom is always open. Feel free to come and use it. But make sure to write your name on the list!”

 

Come for what? You absolutely shouldn’t come. Didn’t she structure the class to deliberately make students come to the art classroom?

 

I felt a strange suspicion. The goosebumps I got when I first saw Seo Yena in front of the art classroom, and the way she kept tearing off the papers I put up, and whenever I saw that teacher, I felt a strange feeling for some unknown reason.

 

So from the next day, I attached the papers with super glue. They stayed up well even after two days passed.

 

On the fourth day, I smiled with satisfaction at the paper that was still well attached. Super glue is the best.

 

I was satisfied with the paper that was still attached and just turned around when I clutched my heart at the human figure standing there. Ah, what a surprise!

 

I turned around and tried to move my steps little by little without being noticed, but then the young boy who had been looking only at the paper I had put up opened his mouth.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

“…Me?”

 

I was thinking about ignoring the voice I heard behind me and leaving, but before I knew it, the young boy had grabbed my sleeve. I turned around and pointed at myself with my index finger.

 

The young boy who nodded opened his mouth again.

 

“It’s dangerous here, so check your phone somewhere else.”

 

“Oh, really? Got it.”

 

As if that was all she had to say, she let go of my sleeve and went on her way.

 

Now I was the one who wanted to hold her back. How did she know this place was still dangerous? The humans didn’t know.

 

‘Is she also a Constellation like me?’

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