READ NOVEL ONLINE After leaving a few sharp words for Siyeon’s mascot in that manner.
I let out a short sigh, descended from the rooftop, and opened the door to the house.
The lights inside were off.
The bear cub that flew softly to the entrance conveyed Siyeon’s current situation.
“Siyeon has fallen asleep after crying.”
“Good, that’s good.”
“She’s certainly come to understand that Sun is strange.”
After giving a rare compliment, the bear cub added words that didn’t really need to be said.
That kind of talk was just begging for a punch.
“Don’t you hear people saying you get beaten up around here?”
“Sometimes…”
The bear cub hesitantly nodded while glancing around after my offhand question.
“Just so you know, you little rascal.”
In disbelief, I swatted him on the head like swatting a fly, causing him to drop to the ground.
Maybe it was because his body was fluffy, but he didn’t make a sound when he bounced.
“By the way, what were the two of you talking about?”
Now that getting hit became an everyday event, he flew back over as if to say ‘when did I get hit?’ and asked the question, which was quite the sight.
When I cast a sidelong glance at the sea snake, I noticed he was shrinking back, creating distance from me.
To react like that from just a few swats.
There wasn’t anything particularly secretive about the content, so I briefly summarized the conversation we had on the rooftop.
“Just told her not to act up thinking she can defeat monsters by herself. Why?”
“Oh, no. I thought you beat her up like me.”
Seeing the overly scared mascot, scratching his head with his fluffy hand.
To the one worrying unnecessarily, I smirked and told him with a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry; that’s a special case just for you and the monsters.”
“Just the kind of story that’s only concerning.”
While leaving behind the bear cub, who was dejected and slumped over, I caught sight of the bag I had tossed carelessly when I returned from the store.
I took the canned ham directly to the kitchen, and the eggs wrapped in cardboard, I took one out at a time and placed it into the egg holder in the fridge.
The quail egg dish stayed in its packaging in the ample space of the fridge alongside the sausage pack.
I placed the flake seasoning for rice on top of the canned ham so I wouldn’t forget it.
The cherry tomatoes and shine muscat grapes went into a separate compartment in the bottom of the fridge.
‘Getting more accustomed to housework.’
Even though I seldom used the refrigerator, now I could tell without looking at the packaging.
After that, with the lights in the room turned off and nothing to do, I gathered Siyeon’s bag and started emptying the contents.
Pencil case, a notice that I couldn’t remember when it got there, notebooks, and clear files.
Since these were all items that would go back in after just a picnic, I put them together into the empty drawer.
I also gathered the clothes that were hanging on the drying rack and stacked them neatly.
Since the clothes weren’t very big yet, a lot fit into a single section.
The four compartments were organized by spring, summer, autumn, and winter from the top down.
The oddly satisfying use of space allocated like this made me feel quite pleased.
Is this what a housewife’s joy is?
‘Huh?’
The sound of clattering boxes from outside the door.
Not long after, I got a text that the delivery was complete, informing me that some of the items I had ordered just yesterday had arrived.
Thinking I had nothing to do, suddenly there was more in the situation before me.
The delivered items included shampoo, body wash, a lunchbox, and fabric softener.
Only after taking out the contents of the box and putting them in their proper places did I finally feel the true meaning of freedom and climbed up the stairs to my bed.
When I checked the time on my smartphone, it was twenty-three minutes past four in the afternoon.
It was an ambiguous time where it felt weird to call it lunch or dinner.
I even realized after the fact that I hadn’t had lunch due to the monster incident.
As the realization hit me, the hunger pangs took hold of my stomach.
“Ugh…”
Sitting cross-legged in front of the low table, I began to shake my right leg while groaning.
‘Siyeon hasn’t eaten either, right.’
With that thought, I glanced toward the bed.
Siyeon was still lying motionless under the bulging blanket.
Thinking about Siyeon, who had fallen asleep with a sniffle, made me want to order something she liked.
Since you get tired of your favorite food if you eat it all the time, I hesitated to order something grand.
Reluctantly, I decided to endure my hunger a little longer.
‘Still, she should wake up by dinner time, right?’
Every time I heard a rustle from the bed, I turned my gaze toward it.
Realizing it was just Siyeon’s simple movements, I kept checking my phone repeatedly through the evening.
Time was nearing six o’clock.
A rumble came from my little stomach.
To forget my hunger even just a little, I lay in the living room, gazing at my smartphone.
The battery was at 43%. I plugged in the charger and held the phone with both hands, visiting the magical girl gallery.
Ignoring the posts that could harm my mental state, I clicked on the concept post tab.
[Hey, what kind of nonsense is this? (62)]
[The more I think about it, werewolf monster ←← that guy is super pitiful, upvote (152)]
[Why won’t they allow firearms when monsters are appearing???? (57)]
[Magical girls are so lucky… (89)]
I tapped on the posts catching my eye, checking out what nonsense was being exchanged.
The first one to pop up was an odd post saying magical girls are lucky.
As soon as I clicked on it, the first thing I saw was the verification marks on the products.
[Even if overseas direct shipping is blocked, you can just fly over and get it back…]
Seeing this brainless comment made me scrunch my face.
I’d rather buy it domestically for an expensive price than fly there and back.
I glanced at the comments attached to the post as well.
[Is your ancestor gonna defend you while you fly?]
[Stupid upvote lol]
[Even monsters use community forums lol]
[This guy also ‘same vote’]
[And even the fact that this is fake news about canceling it, huh]
[Yeah, and they’re looking for student volunteers to attach this verification mark lmao]
[Please, just give the magical girls one shot at the Blue House]
‘The reactions are heated.’
Forgetting my hunger, I found the exchanges quite entertaining, so I headed straight to the next concept post.
This seemed to be a discussion that arose as firearms were mentioned as a means to combat monsters, referencing recent cases abroad.
Coincidentally, there was a post with a link to an article from that foreign country.
[Looking at this, Americans cooperate as citizens to fight monsters; shouldn’t we try to resemble developed countries?]
[No refuting, just monsters ㅇ]
My gaze immediately shifted to the comments.
I was curious how the reactions would turn out.
[So why is it a fabricated story?]
[Are you crazy? More people probably die from monsters than getting shot ㅇㅇ]
[Moron]
[Right on point]
[Is reality an FPS?]
[Then why give permits if we can’t see magical girls? Really don’t get it]
[That’s it]
[Are you a genius?]
[lolololol]
[It’s because of idiots like these that it doesn’t work]
[Agreed]
[If you refute, it’s monsters ㅇㅋㅋ]
[Seriously, these guys need monsters showing up in their houses]
While I was in the middle of reading the comments in the gallery, I heard the sound of Siyeon waking up, brushing through her messy hair.
I turned off the gallery I had been waiting to view and approached the bed, gripping my growling stomach.
“Are you awake?”
“Ugh…”
Hearing her whiny response, I glanced at the clock hanging nearby.
Ten minutes past six.
Since I hadn’t eaten lunch, it was naturally time to be hungry.
“We should have dinner. Is there anything you want to eat?”
“…Jjajangmyeon.”
“Jjajangmyeon? Sounds good.”
The hunger was at its peak, so by now, I didn’t care about anything.
If a response like ‘anything’ came out here, I might have totally freaked out.
After quickly pressing the home button of my smartphone and swiping up from the background, I searched for a delivery app to find a Chinese restaurant.
I was looking for somewhere that would come quickly, no matter what.
In the cart, I hastily added a large order of jjajangmyeon and a small portion of sweet and sour pork.
Even so, it was just over 20,000 won; I lamented the prices and quickly completed the payment.
‘I’m so hungry…’
After two hours of agonizing hunger, I collapsed on the living room floor, groaning internally.
Since it would take a while for the delivery to arrive anyway, I decided to continue looking at the articles I had been browsing.
[Hey, what kind of nonsense is this? (84)]
One of the posts I had seen earlier, now updated with more comments as the page reloaded.
The content of the post was a link to a recent article.
When I casually clicked the link that was mentioned, it turned out to be a story from our region.
[Exclusive] [Known for their ‘fast and accurate’ monster extermination, XX, the reason it took 27 minutes to normalize?]
[The local magical girls, renowned for their speed, took a whole 27 minutes to defeat the monsters in the area, leading to controversy.]
[Normally, it’d take around 5 to 10 minutes, but this time, it took 27 minutes!]
[Some citizens complained, “We moved here for the lucrative monster extermination, but now we can’t even let our kids outside because we’re scared.”]
[Representative Na from the XX party criticized, “Hiding magical girls away is just making them lazy.”]
[This was reporter Shin Hye-seon from XX Daily.]
‘Then they should just fight with firearms themselves.’
Scoffing at the usual nonsense, I repeatedly clicked the back button to check the comment reactions.
The responses were, of course, explosive.
[It could take a while, right? Haha, what a fuss.]
[What nonsense are you talking about?]
[Isn’t it better to be killed by monsters than by guns, you dumbass?]
[What a joke of a country.]
[You’re the lazy ones for doing nothing.]
[The taxes are going down the drain.]
[Whether it’s 5 minutes or 27, I swear we need to unleash the monsters on the Blue House! Can we take care of them within 10 hours? Without magical girls?]
[When is Seoul’s magical girl going to hold a strike?]
It almost felt like the public was angrier than the magical girls themselves, who were currently reading the article.
I just ignored it thinking it was the usual nonsense, and then…
[The rider has completed the pickup at the store.]
‘Looks like it’s coming soon.’
Imagining the jjajangmyeon and sweet and sour pork soon arriving home, I lifted my upper body from where I was lying in the living room.
Strangely enough, when food is involved, all the accumulated hatred and resentment seem to melt away, even if just for a moment.