[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 80

“Here it is.”

The grandfather, who had been giving a speech on the stage, handed over a neatly folded piece of paper.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I hope you find the rest as well.”

As I took the note and turned to leave, a sudden question popped into my head.

“By the way, didn’t you make the quiz too hard?”

At my words, Wayne Dickens scratched his head with an awkward expression.

“I guess I got carried away while making it, thinking about my childhood.”

“Hmm, well, the prize is a treasure, so it can’t be helped.”

“Huh?”

“Then I’ll go ahead!”

“Wait, hold on…”

Ignoring the voice calling from behind, I quickly approached my colleagues.

“Ta-da! The treasure map.”

─Clap clap clap clap.

“Grandpa, that’s forbidden…”

“You found it. Hurry and unfold it.”

Arthur seemed to be enjoying the treasure hunt too.

“But where did Denis go?”

By now, I should have heard his hearty laughter, but when I turned around, Denis was nowhere to be seen.

“That guy went to get some wine.”

Following Arthur’s bobbing head, I saw Denis heading somewhere with a wine glass in hand.

“Aha, then let’s solve it ourselves.”

[Mr. Han, hurry up and open that pack.]

[I’m dying of curiosity.]

“Alright, I’ll open it.”

**『Where the stream reflecting the clown’s laughter dwindles』**

[What is that, not even Sakura?]

“No idea.”

[LOL, the room master saying “no idea” is cute.]

While chatting with the viewers about the note, Arthur stretched his neck to peek at it.

“Here. It says ‘where the stream reflecting the clown’s laughter dwindles.'”

“Hmm.”

Arthur, holding the note, pondered for a while.

“Do you know what it means?”

“Not really.”

The brainy character I trusted had turned his back on me.

“Can’t be helped. My little ones, assemble! Collective intelligence. If just one person teams up with me, our IQ would be 200. But if we all combine, it’s game over.”

[Miracle math.]

[Science majors are splitting hairs.]

“You 80, me 120, that makes 200.”

[?????]

[Room master is on fire LOL.]

“Do I have to explain this too? You guys are strength, I’m brains. Got it?”

After pinpointing the viewers, I pointed at myself again. The viewers looked at my finger.

Even the viewers, used to my antics, couldn’t hold back as the chat exploded.

[LOL, room master, where do you live? I won the event!]

[Seriously, when’s the fan meeting? I really want one.]

“I live east of Buyeo Castle.”

[LOL, this guy learned weird stuff because of these kids.]

[LOLOLOL.]

“Whoa, calm down, my pretty little ones.”

[The way you talk though.]

[Room master, your nonsense is really annoying.]

[From today, Han Ga-eul is the sworn enemy of my little ones.]

“When did a group form without me knowing?”

[LOL, you don’t need to know, brainy one LOL.]

“Bangjang is down, huh?”

[LOL collective intelligence? More like collective weakness.]

“Ugh, this is why strength-based characters… Should’ve picked a better job like me. The magic school principal route, ya know?”

[Bangjang is perfect for the dumbbell door, lol.]

[LMAO Zi-Jon Ga-eul Mage (all strength, triceps).]

“This punk throwing English in the middle is so annoying. Where do you even live?”

[Got hit by Bangjang and ended up at Sungwangdang, hehe.]

Holding a tiny mobile phone and going crazy, Grandfather Kamar smiles as if he’s used to it, while Arthur looks dumbfounded.

“Arthur, you really don’t know?”

“These nonsense quizzes don’t require much knowledge, so I don’t know either.”

“Gasp, no way. What about you, Grandfather Kamar?”

“Hmm, I don’t know either.”

Even Grandfather Kamar, who was deep in thought, turned his back, admitting he didn’t know.

“My treasure…”

[Don’t worry, Bangjang, we’re the treasure, aren’t we?]

“Ugh, I really wanna throw a nuclear chestnut.”

[EEK if that hits, your head’s gonna explode! Evacuate!]

It seemed like a waste of time to ponder over a problem even Arthur couldn’t solve.

“I guess we’ll have to use the last resort.”

[What’s that?]

[If you had it, you should’ve used it earlier.]

Turning to Arthur beside me, I slowly raised both hands.

“W-what are you doing?”

In response to my sudden action, I snatched the fluffy ball rolling above my head and held it out to the bewildered Arthur.

“If you find the answer, you get a Baekseol petting pass and a meal pass. Deal?”

As soon as I finished speaking, Arthur’s eyes turned serious.

[Is this what a self-proclaimed intelligence character is like…?]

[The last resort is hilarious LOL.]

Arthur’s wrinkled eyes, filled with a mysterious aura, sparkled like starlight as his mouth slowly opened.

“Deal.”

[Big deal LOL.]

[I wanna pet Baekseol too.]

“Baekseol, deal?”

“I’m hungry.”

[Ding!]

“Deal.”

Whether Baekseol understood or not, an agreement was reached.

As the contract was made, Arthur read the treasure map’s inscription again.

“The clown is hard to infer. Leaving it as an unknown, the water reflecting laughter suggests meetings and fractions, huh? Hmm, maybe the Mesopotamian fountain?”

“Huh? We’re going that far?”

[LMAOOOOO]

[Overthinking is hilarious LOL.]

[Professor, I can’t keep up with the pace.]

Arthur’s mind was running at an unimaginable speed.

“Maybe there’s a gimmick in the fountain hiding our eyes?”

“Arthur, calm down. There’s no fountain on the ship. I saw a chocolate fountain earlier, though.”

“Perhaps the clown, left as an unknown, is a clue to the fountain’s location.”

Whether he was answering or muttering to himself, Arthur’s eyes, filled not with mystery but madness, continued his deduction.

“Is this the power of a contract…?”

[At this point, it’s not a contract but a scam LOL.]

Meanwhile, flower petals fell from my shoulder.

Baekseol is nibbling away with a crunch.

“Baekseol, is your stomach full?”

“It’s delicious.”

“Alright, our Pposiraegi. Eat a lot.”

As I conversed with Baekseol, Arthur’s muttering began to speed up.

“Arthur, I’m going to go smoke a cigarette.”

“He seems too focused to hear. I’ll go with you, young lady.”

“You really don’t have to come with me. I’m just going to smoke and come back.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

“Okay.”

Stubborn Grandfather Kamar and I went out to the deck, where a salty, cool sea breeze greeted us, hitting our entire bodies.

“I’ll prepare it for you.”

This time, I tried to smoke my own cigarette, but soon there was a clicking sound, and a cigar was handed to me.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

—Pop!

With the clear sound of the lighter lid, the thick cigar began to burn.

“Phew—. This is the real deal.”

[LOL, the room master smoking a cigar is so unbalanced but cute]

[For real LOL, a doll smoking a cigarette LOL]

[Ah LOL LOL, it’s like an adult doll LOL LOL]

“Huh? Why the sudden compliments? Is it time for my kids to take their meds?”

[Whether you do it or not, it’s still nonsense]

“These kids suddenly writing novels. When did I ever not give compliments and make a fuss?”

[That’s true LOL]

[That’s a fact]

“Sigh, I was planning to do hugs and signings at fan meetings. Not anymore. I raised them wrong, I raised them wrong. Ugh.”

[No, hang that kid!!]

[Which kid dared to mess with our room master?]

[Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!]

“Pfft.”

The time spent burning a cigarette and chatting nonsense with viewers is truly precious to me.

Suddenly, a visitor interrupted that time.

“Hello. Good evening.”

“….?”

The approaching man had snake-like, sly, and shiny eyes.

He seemed to have tried to clean up, but white powder was still visible on his philtrum.

‘Ah, just stop coming.’

“Damn, I want to pluck out that druggie’s eyes.”

[Is he really a druggie?]

[High-risk cyonic crazy energy detected]

[The room master’s inner thoughts are leaking out]

“It’s the real deal, kid. Why are there so many druggies in this neighborhood?”

[Hold on, room master]

“I’m twisted too, but when I see someone more messed up than me, I can’t help but get twisted inside. Damn, did you do drugs alone, why do you keep clinging to me?”

[You should be a bit prettier LOL]

[For real LOL]

As I chatted with the viewers, the guy who had been staring blankly at me spoke up.

“Speaking your native language in front of others abroad is considered impolite.”

The druggie sends a sly smile.

“I held back once.”

[Screw that]

[Room master, hold on]

“Hmm, I’m a person running a small business in Thailand.”

The dazzling lights hit the awning, creating…

Oh, I’m a dark shadow. Thanks to that, I’m flaunting this badge-covered chest that others wouldn’t even notice, like a total idiot.

While I was engraving the word “patience” in my heart, Grandfather Kamar’s advice softly reached my ears.

“Young lady, that person is a Chinese-Thai, a member of high society.”

[But isn’t everyone here high society?]

[True, though.]

“Haha, you must be too nervous. It’s my first time seeing such a lady-like beauty, so I gathered the courage to speak to you.”

The drug addict, swallowing his drool, flashed a fresh smile at me again.

“You damn bastard. Why are you acting all fatalistic? You piece of crap.”

[Oh great, I thought the room master had softened up lately, but here we go again.]

[Someone stop that crazy woman.]

[Wasn’t the patience count at three? Damn, room master, you’ve already lost one.]

[Why is the butler just standing there with his hands in his coat?]

“Have you ever seen a lunatic like this? Do you know who I am? A woman like you could end her life with just one flick of my finger!”

Thinking I looked easy to mess with, the drug addict raised his hand high, as if to strike me.

As he moved, Grandfather Kamar’s hand disappeared deep into his pocket.

Even in this brief moment, my thoughts deepened.

I’ve changed, and so has the world. Is it natural for drug addicts to cling to me now? Should I endure? Or…

“Hmm, should I kill him?”

[No, Master, please don’t.]

[Saint! Save me! Thank you!]

[Should we spare him, Master?]

Just as I thought getting hit by me would be better than being a punching bag, a hearty laugh echoed from afar.

“Kehaha! Bell! Autumn! Dad’s here!”

Denis, already forgetting he fell into the water, walked over, drunk and holding a glass of alcohol.

“Denis!”

“Yeah, yeah. You waited, huh.”

As the giant Denis approached, the drug addict froze completely, shutting his blabbering mouth.

“Yes! Denis. That guy in front is a drug addict!”

“Drugs? Hmm.”

His reaction was more indifferent than I expected.

“That bastard said he’s making bread with drug dough!”

—Clang!!

[Ding!]

《A portion of your guilt has been erased.》

That day, I felt like I lost something small.

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