Bailonz Street 13-Chapter 207.2 - [Illustration]
‘It was delivered safely.’
I looked at the empty bottom of my drink at the café.
This was a café in the underground shopping mall at Gangnam Station.
It had already been an hour and a half since I watched Go Yeongeun pick up the phone from the subway locker.
Nothing unusual had happened in the meantime, so I figured it was about time to leave.
‘That should do it.’
…If it’s Go Yeongeun, she’ll return the Wish Ticket to its rightful owner without pocketing it for herself.
And since she’s still working at the Disaster Management Bureau, she’ll have more chances to deliver it than I would.
‘…She also seems better suited for the Disaster Management Bureau.’
Now that the spy mission itself was over, she could continue working there if she wanted to.
Fortunately, there hadn’t been any tailing by bureau agents.
…It seemed things had wrapped up well.
Now, there was only one Wish Ticket potion left for me.
‘Then, once I drink it too…’
Just as I thought that—
I saw a familiar figure run back toward the lockers.
“…!”
…It’s Go Yeongeun-ssi.
Did something go wrong?
But she calmly reopened locker 17, the one that had held the Wish Tickets, put something inside, and shut it tight again as if nothing had happened.
“……”
What did she put in the locker?
‘Don’t tell me… she put back Jang Heowoon-ssi’s Wish Ticket.’
That’s possible. If I were her… I’d also have trouble carrying out a request to deliver a Wish Ticket to someone who’s been isolated and who knows when he’ll be seen again.
‘Yeah.’
It was an unreasonable request in the first place.
After making sure Go Yeongeun was completely gone and there was no tailing, I quietly left the café and headed to the locker.
I opened locker 17.
…Just as I expected, there was a box inside.
‘It can’t be helped.’
I picked it up.
But… oddly, the weight was different.
“……?”
I quickly went into the restroom, carefully opened the box inside a stall.
But instead of that iridescent glow, a soft green glimmer appeared.
The light green hue of a new sprout.
It was a C-grade regeneration potion.
“……”
I stared at it in a daze.
Inside the box was a note attached, just like the one I had written.
I’ll try my very best.
Thank you.
Take care.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside me.
She must have barely bought one bottle with her points.
She gave it to me probably thinking that, because I had lost my arm and had now left the Disaster Management Bureau, getting access to a dokkaebi flame as a prosthetic would be difficult now.
‘…Thank you.’
I carefully packed up the box and held it close.
That night.
I drank the regeneration potion.
And with my now restored hand, I left my farewells.
Scheduled messages.
Set for the next morning.
To my former superiors in the D-squad, and… a few people to whom I owed debts of gratitude.
‘Let’s send one more to the sergeant, too.’
Mostly to say not to worry, that I’d managed to resign safely.
Writing a text to Section Chief Lee Jaheon during this process made me break out in a cold sweat.
‘That monthly installment plan at the Alien Shop…’
I’m really sorry. I had to run away in the night just after starting the payment plan.
Instead, I put all the equipment I had into a subway locker and sent Section Chief Lee Jaheon the location and password. I hope this will cover it…
“Huu.”
With that, everything was finally settled.
All that remained was… the dokkaebi flame.
I raised my regenerated arm to the small blue flame that had been circling me, watching what I did with interest.
“It’s okay now. See? I’ve got my arm back. You can go home.”
But the dokkaebi flame flickered as if refusing, and sat down in front of my desk.
It was a bit troublesome…but it didn’t feel bad.
“Then, let’s stay together just a little longer. …If I disappear, you go back to the Bureau, okay?”
The dokkaebi flame drooped a little, as if nodding.
Now, there was truly only one thing left.
The last.
I took out the small, fluffy, pink rabbit plush doll.
“……”
Taking a breath, I set the ‘Good Friend’ doll at the foot of the bed, shining the lamp to cast its shadow.
So that we could speak even in the real world.
– Oh,
Friend
!
The talk show host’s cheerful voice.
By now, I was used to that captivating tone and smooth delivery.
– Tonight’s hotel is not bad at all. This small, cozy space reminds me of the room you used to stay in, Mr. Roe Deer. Is this the night you celebrate your wish coming true?
“Something like that.”
No need to save money anymore.
And…
“……”
– Friend?
“Are you okay?”
– About what?
“I mean about me using the Wish Ticket.”
A question that had weighed on my mind, but I’d been afraid to ask in case the answer was too much to handle.
“You know what my wish is.”
The host already knows.
If he can see into my thoughts and knowledge to any degree, he would have realized, at least by the time I was talking with the sergeant, that my wish was to leave this world.
“But you never asked.”
I continued, looking at the plush doll’s big shadow.
“It felt strange.”
– Oh…
“I wondered if maybe you were thinking that I’ll fail, and that you’re now just waiting quietly for catharsis.”
– Heavens.
– Once again,
Friend
, I do not wish for your failure… I simply do not intervene inappropriately and ruin the flow and scene!
– And as for now…
A sound like tapping gloves.
– It’s such a clear situation, there’s no need for questions.
– You want to go home, don’t you,
Friend
? But you refused this Braun’s offer to introduce you to a better, new home…
A chill ran down my spine.
But the host’s tone remained calm and cheerful.
– So, as a host, it’s only right to watch and see where your choice takes this show.
“……”
– Do as you wish,
Friend
.
– You’ve worked so hard for this, now it’s time to see the result.
The rabbit doll’s shadow flickered, as if pointing at something with a hand.
The Wish Ticket potion on the table.
“…Huu.”
– Let’s go. To the finale and ending!
I picked up the Wish Ticket.
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