Dear Eddert - Chapter 9

Chapter 9
Translator: effe

If someone would ask why she kept reading stories like this without getting tired of the plot, she would answer that the taste you know well was the sweetest.

Thump, thump.

It was when she let out a silent scream in her heart in anticipation of the next chapter.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Hyemi raised her head at the sound of a man’s voice mixed with a small smile. She followed the whereabouts of the clearly heard voice and slowly lifted her gaze around the room, but of course there was no one else here.

‘What the…’

Was it just someone talking at the playground nearby? Did she hear it wrong because she was too absorbed with reading?

Hyemi didn’t take it too seriously and turned her eyes to her phone again. Now that the tightly closed secret entrance was fully opened with his mouth, it was the turn for Kangso and Choryeon to do the deed. Yum. Before insertion, it was absolutely necessary to do it by mouth. Although she had no practical experience, Hyemi was a woman who did not lose to anyone as far as theories were concerned.

“Is it really so much fun?”

The phone fell from Hyemi’s stiff hand. She couldn’t move from her spot and only blinked her widened eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly at an erratic pace. She gulped. She didn’t hear it wrong. It was clear that someone was in this room.

Was it a robber? A pervert who broke into an empty house?

There were many spaces for the robber to hide, such as the closet, under the bed, or the veranda outside the small rooms.

While all sorts of horrific thoughts continued, the idea that she had to report it to the police first came to her mind. It was when she barely picked up the phone with her trembling hands.

“I’m sorry to disturb you while you’re having a good time.”

Instead of the full-color pages that Hyemi had ever seen, the screen was filled with a face that could only be seen in a fantasy movie. Her eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. The beautiful man with long silver hair looked at her frozen and smiled at her.

“You’re not surprised. That’s a relief.”

Hyemi closed her eyes tightly and shook her head vigorously once, then turned off her cell phone by pressing and holding it. She flicked and tossed the phone over the blanket, then slowly counted to ten in her mind. If she was dreaming, it didn’t matter that she fell asleep like this, and if she had actually seen it wrong, it seemed that she should take a cold shower to wake up.

Anything else was better than a robber.

Three.

Two.

One.

When she opened her eyes, in front of her was a silver-haired man who had popped out from her phone.

“Are you done thinking?”

Slap.

Hyemi tapped her cheek with her palms hard enough to make a loud sound.

“Oh dear. That must’ve hurt. At this rate, it will leave a mark.”

As the silver-haired man tilted his head, his hair, like silver thread, fell and reflected the sunlight.

Am I delirious? Or am I really dreaming? To call it a dream, the cheek she had just hit hard with the palm of her hand was tingling.

Hyemi tilted her head back as she looked at the silver-haired man reaching out his long hand towards her.

“…Who are you?”

The trembling voice barely squeezed out from her vocal cords.

“Perhaps you can call me the person who sent you to this world. It took me quite a while to find you.”

The silver-haired man withdrew his hand and spoke languidly. Because he was a beautiful man like a painting, he was rather unrealistic. The clothes he wore were the kind that Hyemi had never seen in person before. It’s a little different for those costumes in Hollywood. The man in the white robe, lavishly embroidered with gold thread, looked at her and asked again.

“Is that all you want to ask?”

Was there a mental hospital nearby? Hyemi was starting to think strangely that someone with a very wrong head had taken a wrong turn. It seemed that the answer again was to simply report it to the police. It was difficult for her to explain the man’s face that appeared on her phone earlier, but she was surprised and thought it was an optical illusion.

It was when Hyemi reached out her hand to pick up the phone. The square machine, and flew into the air and landed gently on her desk.

The phone moved by itself…!

Her mouth opened silently at the sight unfolding before her eyes.

“If you don’t have any questions, we’d better go back now.”

“Huh? Uh, where?”

Seeing her stutter, the silver-haired man smiled meaningfully.

“Where you should be.”