Ran knew the name. But I didn't know whether it would be good to reveal it here. She thought, rolling her head.
"If I let you know, will you let me out of here?"
Eastarif nodded and added.
"But will you tell the truth?"
"Don't wake me up in a hundred years later, just let me go back to the present where I've lost my consciousness."
Eastarif smiled lightly.
"Okay,"
"Actually, this is in my novel."
Both Eastarif and the admiral looked at Ran without blinking. Ran said after suffering from lip problems.
"I know, this is weird. But how can I explain it? I was not from here but from Korea. And-"
"That's Phanias."
The admiration spoke.
The pronunciation of P-was almost seemed to blow the air between the lips, so it sounded "Hania" at first glance.
"Phanias?"
When Ran opened her eyes wide and asked back, Eastarif explained.
"It's called "The Reader." I see. That's why you know my name."
"Wait, don't be so convinced by yourselves and talk to yourselves. It's got to do with my coming in here, right?"
Eastarif and the men faced each other and raised their hands, "Wait." They were just looking at each other as if they were talking with their eyes.
Ran got nervous, but waited calmly. The spirits must know why she came here.
'Then, I can go back!'
"Oh, Phanias, this is a rare traveler."
I heard a loud voice. The opponent appeared with a bright light that pushed the fog away.
Six wings, human upper body, lower body and head are leopards.
Ran was about to faint. But that didn't mean that the opponent was ugly. The spirits were strange and beautiful. However, the pressure felt by this spirit ······
"H-hello."
A polite greeting came out of itself. The leopard smiled softly.
Ran knew for the first time that she could tell she was smiling even with the leopard's face.
As the leopard flapped its wings lightly, the wind blew and fog rolled away, and some fog gathered to form chairs and tables.
On the table again, plates were formed and round clusters of fog were placed on them.
"Sit down."
Ran looked at the cloud chair and sat down. The unfastened cloud chair was fluffy and elastic. I think I'm going to fall asleep.
"And some cloud snacks."
Ran hesitated to pick up a bunch of fogs and take a bite. It tastes like meringue cookies, but at the same time it was cool and refreshing. The leopard bent his legs across the table. Still, he was so big that he looked down at Ran.
Eastarif and the other stood still on one side.
'A higher spirit? No, it may be a higher-class spirit.' Ran glanced at the leopard, thinking so.
The spirit world here consists of a thorough hierarchy. They are born that way, and once a given class is never changed.
The very lowest, the lowest, the middle, the highest, and the king of spirits.
It was the spirit world that consisted of a pyramid structure.
"How much, how did you write about this world?"
When asked by the leopard, Ran confessed everything she knew. And what she's been through and what she's done here.
The leopard heard Ran's story without a single question in the middle. At first, she was gibberish, and thanks to the leopard's calm attitude, she gradually relaxed and later remembered quite a few details.
"I see."
The leopard said so and blinked his golden eyes a couple of times.
"First thing to say is, this world is not the one you created."
It was a complete denial from the premise. Ran swallowed her breath.
"What? But it's the same story I wrote!"
"You read the world that was already there. People who read the same world are often called prophets."
"..."
Ran didn't come out loud. What is it?
Didn't I create this world? Or did I just read it?
Wait, then isn't Eustaf the male lead?
Regardless of Ran in confusion, the leopard continued.
"Readers differ in how they read, what they read, and when they read. Even if you read the same world, if you write it down, it becomes a prophecy."
"So, this is the original world?"
"Yes"
"However, I've come up with a clear set-up of this and that!"
"Yes, you read it. You just didn't know what you read. I'm not denying making a story by imagining it. There are people like that. But have you been writing stories ever since?"
"·········No······."
It was the first and last. But don't you write like that when you're young? That's the connection to this world and you read it?
'Is, Is that so?'
At that time, I couldn't even write down new stories and settings every day. I thought it was because I was a genius.
"How, how am I supposed to be here?"
"I don't know for sure about that. But according to what you read, the owner of the body is dead, right?"
"Yes"
"And aren't you the original one?"
Ran swallowed her breath, and the spirit continued.
"And do you want me to guess one? Your original name and your current body name will be the same."
Ran became a honey-eating chick. True. Her real name was Ran, too. Maybe that's why I was able to adapt to this body more easily.
The spirit muttered its explanation.
"So, you were attached to it. It's not common, but...we don't know how the world is made up. The biggest reason is that you read our world. Plus, there was a door near the body."
My head seemed to change white.
'Am I dying?'
Of course, after the car accident, I opened my eyes and found it in a book!
When I saw this, I thought, "I'm dead, right?' It's not that I didn't think about it. But I thought maybe I could go back if I woke up there.
That's why I told Eustaf that he could kill me, and that's why I told him so easily. I wasn't sure, so I couldn't realize it when I was convinced that I had been putting it off.
Ran was sitting there, but the leopard got up with his legs straight.
"Is that why you're so curious?"
"It's undone."
Eastarif grinned. She looked back at Ran and said.
"It's rare to meet a reader. It was nice meeting you. Stranger who knows my name."
Before Ran could say anything, it was covered in thick fog everywhere.
"Wait a minute!"
Just say what you want to say and solve the question?
A blue flame filled her sight. Her body seemed to float lightly in the air and fell to the floor.
"!!!"
Ran woke up quickly from her sleep. Cold sweat ran down her forehead.
'If you're going to wake me up, it'd be nice if you woke me up in a kindlier way.'
Ran blinked, thinking so.
'Huh?'
It wasn't her room.
'Where am I now? Wait, I'm not in another person's body, am I?'
Ran looked at her hand in a hurry, groped her upper body and got out of bed. Looking in the mirror of a nearby dressing table, it was still Ran.
'Thank God.'
Then why isn't it my room?
It was a familiar room when I looked carefully.
'It's the duchess's room, isn't it?'
It was my mother's room. Luxurious items of mother's taste were placed here and there.
'Oh, damn it.'
Ran came back to bed and flopped down. So many things happened at once that it was difficult to organize properly.
'For now, put aside the story with the Spirit.'
It was surprisingly clear in my head, so I could flip my thoughts.
'Once I'm alive, It's not Eustaf.'
So, someone's setting up a rebellion or something like that?
'I'm letting it go freely after all that. And it's a shade of tree?'
The nickname of the room given to the Duchess was the shade of a tree.
"Lady!"
Then I heard such a welcome voice from behind, and I turned around and found one of her maids.
"You're awake. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, it's okay. But what happened?"
"I need to let Master Eustaf know first. You don't know how long he has been waiting"
"Wait a minute."
Ran stopped the fussy maid and asked.
"What happened?"
"I don't know the details. The young master will explain."
"Then how long have I been down?"
"You've been down for about three days."
Judging from the lady-in-law's attitude, it didn't seem to be Eustaf who was poisoned, and that didn't mean that he was held by the enemy.
And even if you're in that situation.
"I'm going to wash up."
I feel uncomfortable because I even sweat a cold sweat.
"I'll wash up, eat soup, and then talk to Eustaf."
The maid blinked her eyes and bowed politely.
*******
Ran cleaned up her thoughts after washing up.
'So, this is all real. This is all real.'
I thought it was real, but I guess I didn't think it was real.
'Oh? Then I'm not the original author who rolled people with waste.'
I don't have to feel guilty!
I didn't even do that, but I taught the craftsman how to mine!
You work overtime and you work weekends without pay! Protecting Eustaf!
'I'm actually a really nice person.'
Ran showed her bright and positive personality without regret. She has been protecting Ran ever since she fell into this world since she was a graduate student.
I think I'm amazing?
Ran grinned to herself, thinking so. The maid, who was applying perfume to her hair and drying it with a towel, glanced at Ran.
"Did something good happen to you?"
"Yes"
Ran replied with a smile. And I asked while looking at the maid.
"But what was your name?"
"I'm Soda."
The maid answered politely.
Soda, yeah, she was Soda.
"Then what about the lady who came to wake me up earlier?"
"That's Mrs. Kara."
"Mrs?"
"Because she's a higher rank than I am."
"Ah"
Ran nodded.
As the debt disappeared, I could afford to look around. There are many things I want to do.
"Lord has such a good hair. I'd like this hair color, too."
"I like the color of Soda's hair, too."
"It's too dark."
Soda had dark hazelnut-colored hair.
'But it's getting brighter and darker here in the south and darker in the north.'
People want to have something they don't have.
I dried my hair with a towel and finished brushing it, and I became very hungry. I didn't know at first, but once I recognized it, my stomach kept growling.
'It took time to wash up, so the food will come out right away!'
Thinking about it, she come out to the living room, it was Eustaf who was waiting. Sitting on the sofa, he got up when Ran came out.
Ran unconsciously opened the front of the robe tightly again and asked.
"Eus?"
"I heard you're awake."
"Yes, I did. I've heard that it's been three days."
Eustaf stared at her and said,
"I was worried."
"I thought it wasn't Eus."
He sighed and said, "Thank you for that. I'm not that stupid," he replied and once again infrequently.
"I mean that I was worried."
"Thank you, but it's okay. So, what happened? I want to ask, but I'm so hungry right now."
"I heard it and brought you a simple meal."
When Eustaf said so and glanced back, the servant pushed in the trolley.
Just by looking at it covered with a round silver lid, my saliva started to grow.
Perhaps because she was conscious of Ran's gaze. The servant set the dishes and opened the lid much faster than ever before. It was Clam chowder and Cobb Salad.
'Looks delicious!'
Pick up the spoon quickly, Ran glanced at Eustaf.
"What about Eus?"
"I'm fine."
When he declined, Ran quickly began to attack the soup. If you eat alone, you'll really slurp it, but there's a person in front of you, so you still use a spoon.
'It's delicious. It's really delicious.'
The rich and rich taste made the occasional chewable clam meat in perfect harmony. Half empty of the soup, Ran reached for a cobb salad.
"Noonim"
Eustaf called her and Ran looked at him, "Huh?"
"Does a drink with sleeping pills go over it?"
"Eus did brought it, didn't it? Then it'll be okay. You need me at least until your coming-of-age ceremony is over and you become a Patriarch."
"That's true."
"Right?"
Laughing, Ran stabbed the salad with a fork.
Perhaps because she was considerate of eating after a long time, she was lightly mixed with vegetables.
I felt like I was going to buy it when I ate chopped vegetables with a fork. After a sip of cold iced tea, Ran asked just now.
"Can I listen while I eat?"
"Yes."
Eustaf nodded and began to talk.