I blinked and rubbed my eyelids with the back of my hand. A faint red light was leaking from the inside of the locket.
I carefully loosened the strength in my hand which was clasping the locket. Surprisingly, it slowly rose above my palm. After that, it opened wide on its own.
When the locket opened, an unimaginable tremendous amount of light burst out explosively.
ââŠ!â
There was no time to even cover my eyes. Stuck in a lying position, I was swallowed by that intense light.
âWhatâs this!â
When my eyesight barely recovered, I was in a completely different place.
There was no trace of the Duke mansionâs bedroom. Everywhere was dark, and cramped. It felt like I was forcibly crumpled inside a very small box.
Fortunately, when I, bang bang, banged on all four sides, the thing that was blocking my head together with the piercing sound was torn off. Only then did oxygen work.
I was inside a small warehouse. There was nothing but a desk, a chair, and a box in which I sat, so I was even desolated.
âWhere is thisâŠ?â
It wasnât a typical small room that would be in the Blasco mansion.
I falteringly got up and looked around the space and I became aware at once. This place wasnât the world of [Now Weâre, Like Magic] which I had existed in a while ago.
There were many modern items, which could in no way exist at that place. There was also a height-adjustable desk, a wheeled chair, and a ballpoint pen.
On the table, a very old typewriter was on top of it. The letters on the keyboard were almost all erased, so it was difficult to find out which country the letters belonged to.
Instead of paper, a translucent hologram screen was floating above the typewriter.
Whatâs this?
After I poked the screen with my index finger, I saw the screen brightening in a snap as if the switch was on, and I retreated in fright.
A squared notification window popped up on the screen. I was familiar with how it looked.
Continue seeing what?
However, before my brain could even question it, my hand moved first. When I carefully poked the notification window with my hand, on the screen, a sign saying that it was loading appeared.
At the end of the loading, clear letters appeared on the screen.
â168âŠ.â
I blanked out and looked down at the page where the chapter number was written. Although the original workâs title which suddenly appeared was also a title, the chapter number that was written below it caught my attention.
âThereâs no way thatâs true, though.â
Chapter 168? There was no way thereâs such a thing. Because the last chapter number that I read was chapter 167.
And that novel, [Now Weâre, Like Magic] was a novel that was discontinued indefinitely at chapter 167.
The thing called chapter 168 doesnât exist. If that content existed in the world, then it would be inside the laptop drive of the author who wrote that novel.
ââŠBut whatâs this deja vu?â
I glared with all my might at the translucent screen. Somehow it looks exactly like the novel app Iâd seen. The font, the page form, the previous chapter and the next chapter buttons that were displayed at the bottom, tooâŠ.
âSomehow itâs similar to that viewer which I was usingâŠâ
For a moment, my heart pounded. Come to think of it, this place was a fantasy world where superpowers are uncontrollable.
Through any kind of way, if itâs a space that connects my previous lifeâs world and this placeâs world, then the fact that the later chapterâs content of the novel, which had been discontinued in Korea, openly existsâŠ.
One possibility immediately came to my mind.
By any chance, did the series resume after I moved to this world?
âWhatâs this, itâs plausible.â
That kind of possibility couldnât be excluded.
After my death, ten years have already passed. If we base it on the time when I regained my previous lifeâs memory, it is five years. Even if the series resumed in the meantime, there was nothing strange with it!
My heart of a devoted reader began to beat and react as it liked.
âIf so, does that mean I can finally see our Niela save Aikal and become the true owner of the Demon Sword?â
Not just that. Being able to continue seeing the later story of the original work, is an event that also greatly affects the fate of the second round of my life as Catyshia Ainsley.
Whatâs worse, now that I suddenly ended up holding the Demon Sword!
âIf thereâs a continue seeing the next chapter button, shouldnât there also be a going back to the previous chapter button?â
If thatâs the case, then itâll be nothing for me to review every part of my forgotten memories.
âFirst of all⊠first, starting from the next chapterâŠ.â
My mouth was watering. My hand reached out on its own. The fact that I shouldnât touch other peopleâs things as I like couldnât stop me.
The page turned back one page.
[Finally, it was the last moment. Niela canât press the overwhelming exaltation feeling and began to step foot toward the top of the Spirit Tower. Right above this were the Demon Sword Giost and Aikal.
âSave Aikal, and if I can lay my hands on the Demon SwordâŠ.â
Then, itâs all over. Transparent tears began well up around Nielaâs eyes.
âFinally, I can get out of this damned BlascoâŠ!â]
âYeah right, this is it!â
Like a miracle, my memory of the original work was revived.
Yeah, Older Sister. Hurry up, save the male lead, officially succeed the Demon Sword, and letâs go to punish the Villain Blasco.
That was the delightful and refreshed feeling that Iâd been hoping for for the past 167 chapters.
However, somehow I felt it was a little weird. Is it because I repeatedly recalled the gangster Dukeâs appearance, who kicked me out to the breakfast room, telling me to become a plump grapefruit with Grandfather Herzen?
What kind of revenge play will unfold in the future?
How will Blasco be ruined?
I turned the page with half anticipation and half anxiousness.
Niela excellently broke down several traps that were installed on the tower as she gradually got closer to the top. And like that, it was when she was finally going to leave the last door.
[Niela looked at the figure that blocked her front and her eyes opened wide. At the end of the stairs, there stood a person whom she had never expected.
It was her escort knight who was eaten and consumed by the Demon Sword, and her only lover, Aikal.]
âHuh?â
[Niela stuttered in surprise.
âAikal, how are you, already hereâŠ?â
ââŠNiela.â
âYouâve gotten free from Giost? When, howâŠ!?â]
It was an unexpected reunion. It was a very unexpected development for me as well, who had thought that there would be a scene where Niela pulled out Aikal from the Demon Sword.
To think that the princess Aikal who should be waiting for the warrior Niela inside the tower is already out? But somehow, his spirit was unusual.
[âLet me ask you just one thing, Niela.â
Aikalâs voice was awfully painful. His eyes were dreary. With a growling voice like a badly hurt beast, Aikal asked.
âYou, do you know this girl?â
Niela read the name that was written at the bottom of the document he held out.]
ââŠHuh?â
From my mouth, a puzzled moan flowed out exactly like Niela had blurted out.
I read Nielaâs lines three times over and over again.
[âCatyshia⊠Ainsley?â]
âWhat?â
I was so surprised that I ended up stepping back. What, whatâs this?
âWhy is my name coming out here?â
I hurriedly turned the page. Then, a squared notification window popped up again.
ââŠ.â
I repeatedly hit the next chapter button like crazy, but only the same message appeared repeatedly.
I returned to the last page where my name was written and tremblingly shook.
âWhat- thisâŠ.â
Just what the hell is this cliffhanger, making people leery!
Thereâs no such thing as ending it with just calling out a name significantly, Author!
***
In order to find the next chapter, Iâve searched through every inch of the slightly over 16.53 square meter space, but there was nothing I could find.
(t/n: itâs actually written as 5í, but I already converted it into square meter so that itâll be more understandable(?). Anyways, í [pyeong] is a Korean unit which is used to measure the area of a space or land, with 1í = 1.8181m x 1.8181m = 3.31m2. So, 5í = 16.53m2.)
What was worse, in this space, there was no exit door and also no window that led to the outside. It was an enclosed space without a single gap.
I was completely trapped!
âNo, surely not. I can just go out through the hole in which I came in. RightâŠ?â
I crumpled myself again into the wooden box where I came out from. After closing the top above my head meekly, I shut my eyes tight and counted inside.
What should I do if itâs not this way? I canât starve to death in such a small room like this, leaving behind the central bankâs millions of money waiting for its owner.
âGrandfather, Mom and Dad whose faces I donât even know, Gods of Heaven and Earth, please!â
Fortunately, my prayer that was close to a wail worked.
After I felt like my body was sinking down, before I knew it, I was blinking on top of the bed of the Duke of Blascoâs mansion. And of course, I stayed up all night that day.
[âCatyshia⊠Ainsley?â]
âWhat should I do if you finish it by just calling out my name sentimentally like thatâŠ!?â
Why is my name coming out there, though? Wasnât I an extra who had no name nor role?