Chapter 152 – #32_Debtor’s Witch (7)
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One.
After drinking with Siwoo until late at night, Sharon went to bed that day after a long time.
By catching 4 homunculus in the last few days, I have made sure to cover the bonus for this quarter.
She ate her fill of chimaek, which she had only heard about, and made friends for the first time in her lonely foreign life.
Maybe that’s why, after a few months, she seems to lie on the bed with a comfortable mind and close her eyes properly.
Sharon was originally a witch with a fairly regular sleep pattern.
But since she had a huge amount of debt, she had to work part-time, hunting, and earning various small money, so she couldn’t lie down at ease.
Thus, her Sharon sleep time was replaced by her magic research time.
Because she is not good at paying off debts.
She never forgets that her witch’s duty is to study magic.
Furthermore, Sharon’s current hierarchy is 17th, 3 steps away from her ancestor Evergreen.
It was an ‘incomplete succession’ that rarely appeared in the process of inheriting her stigma.
The magical knowledge left behind by her brand will not completely disappear, so she will get it back someday, but she only believes in that and neglects her research. None.
Still, a short sleep.
What woke Sharon in sweet haze…
-Thump-thump-thump!
“I came from Seodaemun-gu Office! Are you inside?”
It was the voice of a ruthless man who enforced rules and regulations without mercy.
2.
Sharon stood with her suitcase, her blank face.
Originally, there was no proper wardrobe, so it was a carrier that was used as a substitute for a wardrobe while standing on the wall.
She thought the luggage was small, but the carrier that Sharon seemed to be able to fit in if she curled up on her was packed full of her usual stuff.
“Uh…..”
Slowly, reality digs into her head.
Her rooftop room was a sweet home that Sharon had prepared after five years of living in this world.
For the first year she was banished to the present world, she endured without a home, wandering the streets, 24-hour cafes, or fast food restaurants.
Sometimes, she would find a dark tunnel-like place and get into her carrier to sleep.
That’s how she entered the semi-basement studio from the 1st year to the 5th year.
Monthly rent including management fee without deposit 38.
It was a poor and gloomy place with a unique basement smell that made it seem like mold would grow in your lungs even if you just breathed, and you had to use the bathroom in common.
There, she worked hard to make extra money and sold her feet to find the rooftop room she had been living in so far.
In terms of price, it is also acceptable in that the monthly rent is 50 including management fee and the deposit is about 200.
It was also accepted that the landlord first offered to cut the monthly rent by 30,000 won if he did not report moving in.
She couldn’t afford Sharon to buy her fake identity like her other witches, and she had all the cell phones and bankbooks she had in her other person’s name.
Conversely, there is no law that will protect Sharon when the city government cracks down on illegal construction and the landlord accepts her correction and asks her tenants to evict.
From the perspective of the local government, Sharon would be an illegal alien.
As she pushed through the paperwork, comforting words such as “If you go to the architecture department of the ward office, you can get help,” Or “You should have taken off the building manager,” Were of no help.
Some people might laugh at it because it is a shabby and poor house, but it was a really good resting place with hot water and a shower inside the house.
But it is an illegal building.
“There are people living inside, what if it’s illegal, what if it’s legal…”
Sharon violently kicked the can that was rolling on the floor.
She shrieks, and the sound of blown cans clatters noisily.
She bit her lip and sat down on the spot.
The white envelope in Sharon’s hand was crumpled and crumpled.
The landlord gave me a deposit of 200 this morning saying he was sorry.
She tried to throw it away in anger, but she couldn’t bear it.
Only a thin rationalization that money is not wrong is just passing by.
Nothing works.
I want to do it, but there is nothing I can do.
“….I want to cry…”
Tears came out stingingly.
The cruelty of poverty is that it doesn’t even give us time to savor the sadness, and it brings us into reality.
Sharon, an illegal immigrant, finds a suitable one-room apartment in the sky.
However, she has no intention of living a homeless life like this, constantly carrying a carrier.
She doesn’t know what it used to be, but Sharon remembers that she already had her house, and she never wanted to go back to the life she had then.
Sharon pulled out her phone and installed one of her apps.
She was an application for booking lodging.
Sharon’s mouth widens as she carelessly flips through her scroll.
“Wow… Crazy… Crazy…”
The Sinchon area is so popular that there are motels next to churches and cathedrals.
This is only natural as it is a hot place where there is a downtown area and young men and women gather.
She installed the app, thinking that a motel would be a good place to stay temporarily until she can find a place to live again.
“120,000 won for a night? Besides, check-in at 6:00 and check-out at 11:00 the next day?”
Sharon couldn’t contain her astonishment at the tyranny of the lodging house where she received nearly a third of the monthly rent even though it wasn’t even 24 hours.
At first, she thought, ‘It’s more expensive than I thought, but it’s worth it?’
It is also called a large room.
It seems to be a system where you rent a motel room for 3 to 6 hours and take a nap.
I can’t believe there are so many people who spend that kind of money without hesitation to take a break or take a nap.
Even that was a shock to Sharon.
“How do you do this…”
Sharon quickly deleted the app.
There were various items such as guesthouses and hotels, but just looking at the motel accommodation cost, the thought of finding out more disappeared neatly.
“First of all, before going to work, I should exchange some money for this.”
Sharon took out the rattling homunculus crystal from her pocket.
Whatever it is, I think I need an emergency fund.
“I also want to browse the Homunculus DB…”
There are still 4 hours left until the part-time job at the convenience store, so it should be fine if you visit in moderation.
Sharon grabbed her carrier and trudged to the bus stop.
3.
She has an unwritten rule between Gehenna and her witches in the mortal world.
Witches must not reveal their existence.
She witch must live in her mystery.
She said witches should not intervene in history through her magic.
A witch must not cause chaos in society with her magic.
This is it.
Why is there such an unwritten rule?
There is a superstition that the meaning of ‘mystery’ decreases as its concealment decreases, and there is also a saying that it is because of the agreement with the tree of the Sephiroth, which is connected to the political world of each country.
However, in Sharon’s opinion, the biggest reason why witches don’t wield power recklessly and take care of themselves is because of Duke Keter’s existence.
In her history, there have been several witches who believed in their own power or perverted themselves to achieve what they wanted.
Just to give you some serious examples…
In the 14th century, the ‘Plague Witch’, who spread the plague and collected her death, was purged by Keter after a battle that lasted for three days and nights.
In the 17th century, the 12 witches of the ‘Argent Dawn’, who denied the existence of Gehenna and stood up to create a world ruled by witches, ran out to the present world and built their own kingdom, but two days after they were pursued by the Duke, all of them were killed. Got landed
The Dragon Witch, who actively participated in the American War of Independence in the 18th century, quietly returned to the desert after being scolded by Duke Keter.
In the 19th century, the exploits belonging to ‘Qliphoth’, who made a large-scale infiltration into Gehenna, were also suppressed by Duke Keter, who broke out of hiding.
In this way, Duke Keter was extremely displeased with witches using magic and intervening excessively in the present world, and showed a balance.
Besides, the witches she defeated were the witches who were not left out when discussing the strongest of the time and were put on the list, so who would go against that will?
I thought it was like a dragon from fantasy mythology.
A dragon that doesn’t care or interfere with anything, but burns enemies with its hot breath the moment it crosses the line.
Right now, I always pay attention to the achievements of running various behind-the-scenes organizations or cartels so as not to offend Duke Keter…
Anyway, such an unwritten rule was applied to the location point, a small Gehenna for the outcasts, so the Gwanghwamun branch was disguised as a private insurance company in a building in the middle of the city.
Only the top five floors of this building operate as location points.
As soon as Sharon entered the lobby of the grand office building, a security guard in a neat suit came out to meet her.
“Hello. Evergreen Witch.”
“I’m here to exchange money.”
“Yes, I will see you.”
This guard who greeted Sharon by calling her a witch as if it were natural was a civilian hired by Location Point.
She can’t catch witches who are busy researching their own magic and make them do chores, so she borrows people from intelligence agencies from countries that have been consulted in advance and entrusts them with various tasks.
Right now, I think I heard that this guard is an employee of an intelligence agency, but I don’t know for sure.
As soon as you get off the elevator that goes directly to the top floor of the building, the inside of the location point is surprisingly similar to an ordinary company office.
Some employees hold onto their phones and call somewhere, while others use a shredder while holding a bunch of paperwork.
If there’s anything unusual about it, it’s that some of the women are too beautiful.
There is nothing strange about it.
After all, the significance of location points is not magic research.
Sharon went straight to the exchange office without delay.
“Please change all of this. In cash.”
When she placed the five crystals she had kept in her pocket on a plate above the counter, an clerk dressed as her bank teller took them inside.
The conversion itself does not take long.
After determining whether the crystal was falsified, she weighed it on an electronic scale and handed over a set amount of cash.
She worked hard for a week and earned a total of 5.12 million won from hunting.
She was able to catch her breath a little, even Sharon, who had been turning grim with her income much more generous than at other times.
She stopped by the administrative support office downstairs and she paid 6.5 million won for the quarter.
Afterwards, she looked through the homunculus encyclopedia in the public library, but she also did not come up with a single line about the ‘perfectly identical homunculus’.
Contemplating whether or not to report this to the upper level, Sharon shook her head.
“Ehh… Let’s do it next time. Now I have to go to part-time job.”
Today is the day I somehow don’t want to live zealously.
She was about to turn off the computer in the public archive and go outside.
Sharon ran into someone who would make her dirty feeling even worse.
“Ha… Fuck…”
Like a spinal cord reflex, profanity leapt out of her mouth.
Honestly, this is innocent.
Why don’t you curse at the sight of a cockroach?
Roughly like that.
The one who bullied Sharon in every single case and disputed her was always ‘Della Redcliffe’, the Red Witch in front of her now.
“Oh my, that’s embarrassing. Did you put a rag in her mouth?”
Said Della, raising her chin gracefully.
She was a woman reminiscent of red tulips, befitting her name, ‘the witch of ash’.
Her bobbed, curly red-blond hair, her sharp eyes reminiscent of a wild chicken, and her eyes looking down on Sharon with a sneer-like gaze.
All red like blazing fire.
“Sorry, I was surprised. I didn’t do it to you.”
She wasn’t sorry in the slightest, but she apologized because she didn’t want to cause friction between her and her.
Because if I had a long conversation with this woman…
“From the looks of it, it seems that he continues to lead a miserable life as a rat. How many flyers did you put up yesterday? No, I will guess.”
… It’s because she’s openly arguing about her like this.
Sharon bit her lip and glared at Della.
“Chapter ten, twenty…? Or… Oh my! Maybe a hundred?”
Ever since there had been a dispute over hunting grounds, Della had been busy making fun of Sharon whenever she saw her.
Besides, unlike her elegant and noble appearance, she is really good at scratching the insides of people.
Had Della’s magic been only half as good as the sarcasm, she wouldn’t even be a match for the Duke of Keter.
“From the look on your face, it looks like you got 100. Wow! Congratulations! Did you get to pay off ten thousand won or more overnight?”
“I’m going, get out of the way.”
Sharon clapped her hands and pushed her Della who teased her and she tried to get out of the spot.
Now Sharon knows she can’t beat Della.
Would you have endured it for 10 years, listening to her say that shit right in front of your eyes?
Sharon had already challenged Della to her duel and she had never been thoroughly broken.
In the first place, the 17th and 20th ranks had a power difference between elephants and wild dogs, so there was no other way but to run away with their tails like 10,000 dogs.
But Della did not stand aside at all.
Rather, she strode towards Sharon and brought her face closer.
Even so, she was wearing Della heels, which were half her head taller than Sharon’s, so she looked down almost at the height of her head.
Sharon also had a snowball fight with Della without yielding an inch, but it was Sharon’s eyes that shook little by little.
In the first place, you will lose the fight.
“Don’t do that, didn’t I say I’d make money easily and comfortably?”
Della’s hand, which has climbed like a snake, touches the tip of Sharon’s chin, tickling it with her feathers.
Sensing that her hand gesture, which was intended to be quite a joke, made hairs stand on end of her body, Sharon slammed her hand away and hurriedly ran to her elevator.
“Crazy bitch, crazy bitch!”
Sharon hurriedly runs away, spitting out curse words.
The corners of Della’s mouth went sulky as she looked at it.
