+++ 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

I stepped into the somber hall, dressed in a black suit.

Though the place was packed with a massive crowd from all directions, it was strangely quiet given the number of people.

“All black, huh.”

“It’s a funeral, after all.”

It was the funeral of Assemblywoman Heo Yewon’s parents—

Yewon, who had recently risen to the very center of political power in Incheon.

Both her mother and father, dead on the same day.

From different accidents, no less.

The shocking news spread through all of Incheon instantly, drawing every notable name in the city here.

Even from the mainland political world, quite a few had come to pay respects.

Considering how tensions between Incheon and the mainland had peaked over Mayor Jung Mina’s recall issue, the turnout showed just how much clout Heo Yewon wielded as the Policy Chief of the Peaceful Tomorrow Incheon Party, the Chair of the City Council’s Intelligence Committee, and a senior executive of the Incheon Public Safety Recovery Association.

Of course, all of that—was my doing.

It meant that I could conjure up this level of influence with nothing more than a word.

“Ah—! Young Master!”

As soon as I appeared, people rushed toward me from every corner.

Even those who had been sitting jumped to their feet and bowed from afar to show respect.

“Ah, don’t make such a fuss. Pretend I’m not here and carry on.”

I calmed them down enough and went to offer condolences.

Park Hyejeong sat silently by the memorial, looking utterly desolate.

Her eyes were lifeless, her face gaunt.

If that was acting, she’d deserve an Oscar on the spot. But I doubted it was.

Judging by the wiretapped conversations, she seemed to have been close to Agents A and B. A sense of camaraderie, maybe.

Even if she’d felt resentment or betrayal—

She was the one who killed the people dear to her, with her own hands. Of course she’d be grieving.

—Tracing the evidence, the one at the very top is Assemblywoman Heo Yewon, that is, Park Hyejeong. She appears to have ordered the assassinations through multiple filters. It seems... she’s made up her mind.

She had twisted the trail so cleverly that ordinary tracking wouldn’t catch her.

But since Prestige and my intel team already knew her identity, uncovering the cause-and-effect wasn’t too difficult.

An agent deployed with comrades she trusted, slowly worn down by mistrust from both sides, corrupted by the taste of money and power, losing her purpose bit by bit until finally—she betrays them all, kills her comrades with her own hands, and becomes just another rotten politician.

It felt like watching a movie.

At this point, maybe I should try directing. Maybe prep a reel or two.

Sshhh—

“Ah... Y-young... Master...”

The look on Hyejeong’s face right now had its own flavor.

Different from when I’d forced her down and she’d cried out, but still trembling.

Visually, she looked composed, but the grief radiating from her was far stronger.

It meant those people had been truly precious to her.

“No need to stand. Rest for a while.”

“...Thank you.”

I patted her lightly and left the hall.

“What do you think about the malfunction of the autonomous-driving AI?!”

“On the same day, at the same time, accidents caused by the same company’s AI—”

“Rumor has it, Young Master Go Muyeol, that you’re the real power in Incheon—is it true?!”

“Please, just one word!!”

A few hyena-like reporters tried to latch on, but I put on a heavy face and refused all interviews before getting into the AV.

So damn noisy.

“How’s Yeonju doing?”

“No major issues. They said she could be discharged in a week.”

“Good.”

During the accident,

of course Ma Yeonju, who’d been playing Agent A, had been caught up too.

But thanks to her honed instincts and improvisation from years as an agent, she avoided serious harm, faked her death with disguise tech and a convenient corpse, and slipped away.

Thinking that if she’d been hit, then Agent B surely had too, she immediately informed the intel team. Luckily, B was rescued.

Barely alive, though...

Practically dead already, but Minji-ah had said, “I can save this much. Won’t be human anymore, though,” and took her away.

Well... she’ll fix her up somehow. No way she’d let another woman die.

“The cover-up’s secure, right?”

“Yes. Though there wasn’t much to do. Park Hyejeong had already handled most of it.”

“Hyejeong did?”

“Yes. She wouldn’t want her parents’ real biometric data surfacing, after all.”

“Ah. True.”

They were both agents. If real bio-data was collected, the disguise would be blown.

“Whatever DNA turns up at the scene, everything’s already arranged to confirm Heo Yewon’s parents as deceased.”

“Perfect.”

++++

Three days later, Park Hyejeong returned to work.

Those around her urged her to rest more, but she threw herself into her duties with a kind of vengeance—especially the mission from Minji-ah: rooting out spies.

Dozens of spies were caught in no time, and some were “unofficially removed” through unfortunate accidents.

One staffer working under her left a private remark: “It’s like playing a game with map-hacks. We go where she orders, not sure what we’ll find, and boom—there’s the critical evidence.”

“She’s plucking them out with uncanny precision. Everyone’s amazed.”

Even Minji-ah looked baffled.

Me, I could just scan with my stat window and know who was a spy (though I was too lazy to bother most of the time). But Hyejeong had no such ability.

Normally, without fully mobilizing the intel network, it was impossible to know who the spies were. And she wasn’t exactly diligent either—she treated Abyss as a trivial nuisance and didn’t bother being vigilant.

And yet here she was, going at it like she had a cheat sheet.

With Minji-ah backing her, Park Hyejeong stirred up the NIS and Abyss nests that had spread throughout Incheon, including the Public Safety Association. Watching a top-tier agent turned traitor wield massive political power and wreak havoc—it was fascinating to see the scale of disaster that produced.

“But honestly, our Hyejeong flipping sides so spectacularly—it’s fun, but also feels kind of empty. Like seeing the ending credits. Makes me wish there was something more.”

Minji-ah gave me a strange look, then, as if she’d been waiting for this, projected a screen in front of me.

“...We successfully restored Agent B.”

On screen, Agent B—once a bloodied wreck, practically dead—was alive again.

Still unconscious, but lying on a hospital bed, machines hooked everywhere, chest rising and falling in steady breaths.

“Oh...”

Whether recruited for her looks or not, Agent B, even bedridden, had a certain charm.

With proper care and recovery, she could be quite the plaything.

“It’s a little experimental, but... I was thinking of using that super serum you secured before, Young Master.”

“Super serum...?”

That recipe I got from Anastasia?

“According to simulations, by combining demonic genes with the super serum, we can create a new type of biological weapon.”

“Hearing the words ‘biological weapon’ from your mouth is kind of scary, you know?”

“....”

“So you’re planning to make one out of Agent B? Do we really need that? We’ve got plenty of test subjects—”

“If I turn Agent B into something beyond human and present her to you, you’ll give her as a gift to Hyejeong.”

“—Wait, what...?”

No, fuck.

Hold on.

So...

Hyejeong had her beloved comrade killed, overwhelmed with betrayal and grief, truly shattered by it—

And then I suddenly hand her a “gift,” and it turns out to be that dead comrade, alive again?

“...You’re a genius.”

Wow...

As expected, /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ my pliant, lunatic self produced a plan so sociopathic it transcended imagination.

“Damn... Our Aunt really is something. How could you even think of that? As expected, you’ve got Go blood running through you.”

“....”

A nerve struck? Her face froze for a moment at the mention of blood.

“At this point, you deserve to be called a Go too. Not Minji-ah, but Go Ji-ah. Hmm... the pronunciation’s a bit weird though.”

“....”

“Still... kind of hotter, honestly.”

“....”

“Yeah, Go suits you better than Min.”

“....”

I stepped closer.

Even with me right in front of her, she kept her hands folded politely, head bowed meekly.

I slipped behind her—

Grasp—

I grabbed her heavy breasts.

“Ugh...!”

“Auntie, I’m seriously impressed.”

“Th-thank you...”

It felt like enlightenment.

From now on, Minji-ah was my teacher.

My teacher who gave me ideas, money, knowledge—and even her body when I wanted it.

“She won’t die during the experiment, right?”

“Since the moment we obtained the recipe, I’ve been running simulations for all sorts of cases. I believe there won’t be major issues...”

“How long?”

“Not too long... maybe two weeks?”

“Two weeks... so around early to mid-October.”

Thanks to Minji-ah, a brilliant idea had taken root.

“You can keep her memories intact too, right?”

“Y-yes... it’s possible...”

“Good. Do it immediately.”