[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 92

<Lady Han Ga-eul starts broadcasting>

“My babies. Don’t do anything weird in Eun-a’s room and come quickly.”

“Gasp! Gyeoul, no, Ga-eul’s voice changed. That’s her real voice.”

“Yeah. When I was a VTuber, I deliberately changed it.”

[⚔️Arrived home!(･`◡´･)ゝ]

[⚔️(･`◡´･)ゝ]

[⚔️Lol, should’ve turned it on earlier]

[⚔️Ah, so warm, our home is the best]

“Wow. The number of viewers just dropped. I thought I was a viewbot and got scared.”

Eun-a is chattering next to me, peeking out and looking at my phone.

“So, Ga-eul, do you have over fifty thousand viewers?”

“No. It wasn’t like this before, but recently it surged.”

“How much did it surge?”

“Uh… How much was it? Three hundred thousand?”

“Gasp. Three hundred thousand!? Ga-eul, you really have no middle ground. No wonder everyone is holding a Jin Eun sword. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah. And say hi to this.”

I peeled Baekseol off the back of my head and handed her to Eun-a.

“My partner. Baekseol.”

“Eek!”

The reaction of people meeting Baekseol for the first time is usually similar.

Eun-a, covering her mouth and staring at Baekseol, slowly opened her hand.

“Whoa. Baby rabbit. What do I do. Where did this baby come from?”

“She dozes off on my head and sometimes slides down to the back of my head. She’s smart and doesn’t run away, so say hi.”

“Uh, yeah. Hi, Baekseol?”

Baekseol, without prejudice, as always, lifted her front paw and waved.

“Gasp! She said hi. Did you see that?”

I nodded to Eun-a, who was looking at me with sparkling eyes.

“Pet her. She’s soft and warm.”

“Sh-should I? Baby, can I just touch you a little?”

Seeing Eun-a happily petting Baekseol, it seems like people of all races love cute things.

“Eonni, have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“Really? I know a place with delicious food, wanna go?”

“Sure!”

After roughly sorting things out, I headed with Eonni to a food street full of memories.

As we walked slowly, food stalls lined up in the middle of the street started to catch our eyes.

“If we walk a bit more, there’s delicious food.”

“Oh! I’m excited. Everyone, we’ve entered the food street with Ga-eul. There’s a lot of delicious smells. It smells like butter, I love it.”

Eun-a, who could understand perfectly even when talking about multiple personalities or sword dances.

Seeing her broadcasting next to me, her career as a streamer seems extraordinary.

“Kids. We came to fill our bellies with oil.”

[⚔️Mother, learn a bit by watching]

[⚔️Lolololololololol]

“Roughly look, kids.”

[⚔️Ah, this is our Bangjang lololol]

Feeling the gaze, I looked to the side and saw Eun-a looking at me in surprise.

“Ga-eul, you get along with your viewers without any formality?”

“Uh, is that so? They’re just my friends?”

[⚔️Oh, how embarrassing]

[⚔️Shy lol]

As I chatted with Eonni and walked, the destination I initially thought of started to come into view.

“Eonni, there it is. Lobster Tail Butter Grilled! It’s super delicious.”

With anticipation, as we approached the food stall, two men were kicking the advertisement board under the stall.

Bang! Bang!

“Owner. If you do this, our relationship is ruined.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense.”

The men kicking the stall and the Lobster Tail Butter Grilled owner struggling.

As I was about to approach, Eonni grabbed my arm.

“Huh? Why, Eonni.”

“Autumn, you’re awesome! Isn’t that the place Ga-eul mentioned?”

“Right. That place is delicious.”

Eonni lowered her voice, as if afraid the two men might hear.

“No, the problem isn’t that it’s delicious, it’s that they look like thugs. Let’s call the police.”

“Huh? Why call the police? If they were scared of the police, they wouldn’t act like that. Eun-A, you’re too naive.”

[⚔️Oh my, Bangjang is about to cause trouble again.]

[⚔️Blessings on those bastards’ futures, amen.]

[⚔️Amen.]

Despite being scared, Eonni didn’t think of leaving, so we approached the food stall.

“Ah, shop owner. Long time no see. We’ll take two butter-grilled ones.”

One of the men who had been acting arrogantly looked at me with disbelief, then waved his hand like shooing a fly.

“Young lady. We’re a bit busy right now. Come back later, okay?”

“What the hell, you bastard. Who gave you permission to open your stinking mouth?”

“….What?”

“This is my turf, where the hell do you think you’re sticking your nose in? Get lost.”

“Huh…”

The man, looking dumbfounded, clicked his tongue and reached for my shoulder.

“Young lady. You don’t know how the world works…”

*Thud.*

“Ahhhh!”

I grabbed the hand reaching for my shoulder and applied pressure, hearing the sound of bones twisting loudly.

“What the hell is this guy? A comedian?”

*Thud. Thud.*

“Ahhh! My… my hand. Please.”

“Your hand what, bastard? Speak properly.”

*Thud.*

The man, in real-time pain as his hand bones were being crushed, was crying and snotting, completely losing his composure.

Finally, I let go, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his hand and trembling.

“You, come here too.”

“M-me?”

“Yeah, you.”

At my gesture, the remaining man in the group was at a loss, his eyes darting around.

“Who’s faster, you or me? If you run and I catch you, I’ll split your ass sideways, so come here while I’m being nice.”

[⚔️Oh shit, what the hell.]

The man, glancing at his trembling comrade, slowly walked towards me.

“This bastard’s got a knife scar on his cheek. One, two, three. Third grade?”

“….”

“Answer.”

“Yes, yes. Third grade…”

“Ugh… sob.”

Seeing his comrade’s crushed hand up close, the man’s pupils shook as if an earthquake had hit.

“Hey, third grader.”

“Yes.”

“What are you?”

“Huh?”

“You bastard, what do you do?”

“Ah, I… collect debts.”

“Debts? You’re a loan shark?”

“Yes…”

The man spoke in a crawling voice, his head bowed.

Looking at the back of his head, my hand itched.

*Smack!!*

I had to hold back.

“Ugh.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it. It was too tempting.”

My hand moved faster than my head.

“Shop owner, did you borrow money from them?”

At my question, the lobster-grilling shop owner hesitated before answering cautiously.

“Yes. I needed money urgently for card payments.”

“So you couldn’t pay it back?”

“No, I paid it back a long time ago. But the interest grew larger than the principal, so I couldn’t pay it off.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t mess with loan sharks. These bastards are just parasites living off others.”

I looked at the man, staggering from the blow to the back of his head.

“Hey, third grader. How much did the shop owner borrow?”

“Uh, three million won. After deducting the advance interest, we received 2.1 million, and we were collecting 600,000 won in interest each week.”

“You damn bastard. Is that a joke or a fart? You wanna die?”

The man, having nothing more to say, just…

He bowed his head deeply.

*Thud!!!*

“Ughhh.”

“You’re sharp as hell, so I’ll spare you. Spit out everything you know.”

The staggering man forcibly grabbed his shaky leg and stood in front of me.

“Who’s your boss? Speak quietly.”

As expected, the man, who seemed quick-witted, whispered softly.

“It’s Misohaengbok Daebu. Instructor Gangsahjang is involved with the Chilpa faction, so it’s dangerous.”

“Chilpa’s going nuts. You got a deposit account? Say it.”

The money borrowed by the lobster shop owner was deposited into the account called by Samhaknyeon, and it had already ballooned to ten million won.

“Hey, Samhaknyeon.”

“Yes.”

“You roughly know how things work, right?”

People who had disappeared out of fear were now gathering around, murmuring.

“Here, I’ve paid off the lobster shop owner’s balance, so go to the office and clean it up neatly.”

“Yes.”

“And take this guy, use him as bait, and you run as far as you can before the rumors spread. You don’t wanna get caught in the middle and die, right?”

“….Thank you.”

“Alright. Here’s some travel money.”

Samhaknyeon was oddly sharp.

Even though a small woman was causing a scene right in front of him, he didn’t make any moves to intervene and quickly understood the flow of the situation.

When I handed him a few 50,000-won bills from my wallet, he took them without hesitation, bowed his head once, and quickly disappeared, supporting the man writhing on the floor.

“Shop owner, I’ve paid off the balance.”

“Thank… you. How can I ever repay this favor?”

“It’s not free. I’ll come back to eat ten million won’s worth, so make it delicious every time.”

“Heh. Of course. I’ll make it… incredibly delicious.”

“Then, give me two now.”

The shop owner’s face, which had bowed and then lifted, had an expression that was hard to tell if it was smiling from joy or crying from the pain he had endured.

As I watched the lobster shop owner immediately start cooking, Eun-a noona approached me.

“Ga-eul-ah, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s those guys who aren’t okay, right?”

Even with my joking tone, Eun-a noona’s face was filled with worry.

“Those guys are thugs. What if they do something bad later?”

“It’s fine. I’ll handle it cleanly. Don’t worry.”

Even though I knew her worry was justified, it felt excessive, which made me realize how messed up I had become.

“Noona, it’s Misohaengbok Daebu. In a world where someone has to cry for someone else to laugh, that’s the easiest way to live. What a messed-up world, right?”

“….”

My non-question didn’t get a response from Eun-a noona.

“Noona, I ordered lobster tail butter grilled. I’ll go to the bathroom for a bit. Hold onto my phone.”

“Huh? Should I come with you?”

When I hugged the anxious noona, she finally seemed to calm down.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay! I’ll watch them grill it. Come back soon!”

Quickly stepping out of the street and into the alley, a bulky foreigner greeted me with a flustered expression.

“Hello?”

“….How did you know?”

“You’re not saying you hid well with that size, are you?”

“I must have been careless.”

The foreigner quickly agreed.

This guy wasn’t careless. He was actually incredibly skilled at hiding his presence.

But he kept getting caught by my sharpened senses since I returned to the country.

“Did Grandfather Herman send you?”

“You’re well-informed. We’re Melville’s private security force. We’ve been dispatched to protect you from the Hongmun. We apologize for not informing you in advance.”

“Those drug addicts. Grandfather worries too much.”

“The only one who speaks of Hongmun like that is the young lady.”

Hearing the term ‘young lady’ again after just a few days made my head spin.

“I came to ask a favor. You saw it, right? Those guys earlier were loan sharks. Could you clean up after them so they don’t cause trouble for the merchants over there? Is it difficult?”

The foreigner, who had been expressionless the whole time, twitched slightly at my request.

It seemed I had touched his pride.

“We are an elite organization made up of retired soldiers and mercenaries who’ve eaten meals in places where bullets rained down. That level of work isn’t even child’s play for us. However, our top priority is protecting the young lady.”

“It won’t take long.”

“Understood.”

The foreigner reluctantly agreed.

Hearing a positive answer, I was about to return to Eonni Eun-A when a sudden question popped into my head.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Albert Lawrence.”

“Cool.”

Albert Lawrence, who had calmly introduced himself, handed me something from his pocket.

“A gun?”

“It’s something Grandfather Kamar personally requested. He insisted I deliver it to you. I’ll send the extra bullets to your place later.”

What he handed me was the pitch-black handgun that Grandfather Kamar always carried in his pocket.

“Ugh, why do the elders act like this?”

Pretending to tuck the gun into my pocket, I slipped it into my subspace and returned to Eonni, who was holding a large lobster butter roast in both hands, beaming brightly.

“Eonni.”

“Gaul-Ah! Look at this. Doesn’t it look delicious?”

“Yeah, it’s tasty here. See, I didn’t bring you here for nothing, right?”

“Whoa, the butter smell is making me drool!!”

“Let’s sit over there and eat. After we’re done, wanna come over to my place?”

“Huh? Already?”

It hadn’t been long since we arrived, and she was already suggesting we leave. Eonni Eun-A’s face was filled with confusion.

It was because I felt guilty, trying to hide my unease while smiling brightly at her.

“Let’s go to my place and grill some meat. It’s a rooftop room. How about pork belly and soju?”

“Hot! Meat, soju!! I love beer too!!”

“Yeah, let’s get some beer too.”

Eonni Eun-A’s big eyes sparkled as if they hadn’t just been filled with doubt.

“My little ones are alcoholics too.”

[⚔️Oh yeah, it’s a drinking party!!]

[⚔️We’re all gonna get wasted!!]

[⚔️Barkeep! One bowl of rice wine!]

Glancing at Eonni’s phone, it seemed like the quiet folks there couldn’t keep up with the wild energy of our group.

“Hey, Eonni Eun-A’s family, bring some alcohol too.”

[Oh, oh! Let’s go!]

[Yes!! What kind of alcohol should we bring?]

Looking back and forth at the phones, the contrast was painfully obvious.

[⚔️Hehe, looks like only the tough ones are here, let’s get drunk!!]

“Ugh, these wild kids.”