Chapter 113
At that time, Saint Frillien was walking down the hallway of the Mage Tower, lost in thought.
‘In the end… I couldn’t ask her.’
When she had a moment alone with Lady Semperion, there was something she had wanted to ask.
But Howell had been there, so she’d just kept quiet and left.
Even if they had been alone, she probably would’ve only ended up crying from guilt instead of actually asking anything.
‘The keepsake…’
Frillien bit her lip quietly, remembering the beam gun that had scattered into light.
‘That was definitely… a gun.’
And yet, this world had never invented firearms.
How could something like that possibly be a family heirloom of a noble house?
‘…Maybe it somehow drifted in from another dimension or something.’
In any case, this wasn’t really something she should meddle in.
It was just that seeing such an unexpected object had stirred up old memories she’d long forgotten.
“Ann, how many times do I have to tell you—you have no talent for this. What are you going to shoot with hands that tremble like that?”
“Just step back. Everything you touch ends up breaking.”
“……”
“Saintess? Is something wrong…?”
She had suddenly stopped walking, and the priest following behind her asked in concern.
Frillien quickly shook her head with her usual serene smile.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”
Then she discreetly glanced over the priest’s head.
Trust Level: 70%
‘…Even with it this high, do I still have to be careful?’
She suddenly recalled the puzzled look Elizia had made when she said the temple had little funding—
and the accusation she’d heard at the duke’s mansion: ‘How could the Saintess not know the temple’s situation?’
‘Is the temple hiding things from me?’
When she thought of the grand building, the ornaments, and the jewelry they provided her with…
perhaps the reality was different from what she knew.
But then again—
…She was used to being left out.
Frillien wiped away her bitter expression and forced a smile once more.
What was that beam gun, anyway?
Was it really her mother’s keepsake?
After Howell’s question, Elizia was silent for a long moment before finally speaking.
“Actually… I’m not even sure it really was my mother’s keepsake.”
“What?”
Howell froze, clearly not expecting that answer.
Elizia let out a deep sigh and continued.
“Someone gave it to me claiming it was her keepsake, along with a letter. I don’t even know who.”
At her words, Howell’s face grew grim and he fell silent. The quiet stretched for quite a while.
‘What is he thinking?’
She was surprised he wasn’t more shocked.
If he had said, ‘Mother would never have left something like that!’ or ‘It must be a trap!’, that would’ve made sense.
But his calmness only made Elizia doubt the late duchess’s identity even more.
‘Just who were you, Mother, that bringing a beam gun into this world would seem normal?’
As Elizia pondered that, Howell finally spoke again.
“When and where did you receive that letter?”
“…Right before the last banquet. You remember that day—you were making a fuss, asking if I’d checked my mail yet.”
At the time, Howell had tried desperately to stop Elizia from rushing to get her letters.
He’d wanted to make sure there wasn’t any poison or trick hidden in them.
When she reminded him, Howell’s face paled in shock.
“What? Don’t tell me that letter was mixed in with the others? Why didn’t you say anything sooner!”
Ding!
Howell’s wariness has increased!
355% → 375%!
‘So it dropped since I last saw him, huh?’
It had been over 400 before, but some time had passed.
Still, that number wasn’t low at all.
As expected, Howell’s tone turned sharp.
“If it was that important, you should’ve shown it to us right away…!”
“Well…”
Elizia hesitated, choosing her words carefully.
“Um… I was worried the household staff might get blamed. You know, for not checking the letter properly.”
“Ha…”
Howell sighed in frustration.
“Fine. What’s the point now? The thing’s already gone, and it’s not like we can investigate it anymore.”
If it had really been sent anonymously, there was little they could do.
They didn’t even know whether it was truly her mother’s keepsake or a trap.
And so, the origin of Elizia’s ‘Cutie Laser Beam Cannon’ faded into mystery.
‘Still, we should at least investigate how that letter got to the house.’
Elizia hadn’t received a beam gun through that letter, true—
but she had received Frinis’s pendant that day.
If someone started investigating how that letter had been tampered with, it could lead to the culprit.
‘But I can’t tell anyone about the pendant yet.’
If she acted interested in it, people would start to suspect that she’d stolen a sacred relic.
So the next time Frillien—or anyone—asked about it, she planned to feign ignorance.
“Did I ever get something like that? I don’t recall seeing it.”
That way, she could watch how they reacted.
The real culprit would be thrown off, confused about how the relic had leaked.
‘Even if I already used it to open the door, oh well!’
Whatever. The culprit’s problems weren’t her concern.
If they slipped up, all the better.
For now, she’d just pretend the beam gun came with the letter and follow the trail that led back to the culprit.
With that thought, Elizia fell silent.
Meanwhile, on Earth — Seoul, South Korea.
Sunlight streamed peacefully into a modern office.
On the large desk sat a nameplate:
Flight Universe, Inc.
CEO Choi Yerin
Beside it, a glass case proudly displayed several plaques:
Selected as “Most Promising Game & Content Startup of the Year” – Flight Universe, Inc.
Top 10 Indie Games of the Year on [Platform Name]
Top 10 Popular Content Studios of the Year
“There’s nowhere left to put new ones. Guess I’ll have to buy another display case.”
A woman in her twenties crossed her arms and tilted her head thoughtfully.
Wearing glasses and carrying an air of calm intelligence, she was Choi Yerin, CEO of Flight Universe and creator of Spaceflight Academy.
She soon lost interest and looked down at her tablet.
A video was playing—the channel she’d been watching a lot lately.
[The Saint Apologizes to the Villainess!]
On screen, Frillien was sobbing and apologizing to Elizia.
As Yerin watched quietly, the office door burst open.
“Director! About that PPL you mentioned—the collaboration with Remegol!”
It was Kim Dawon, the marketing manager in charge of the recent product placement deal.
She excitedly began to report the results of their collaboration with Elizia’s channel.
“The response is way better than expected! The Elizia channel’s been trending lately, and she actually used one of our Spaceflight Academy items in a major scene!”
It truly had been an unforgettable moment—
the scene where Elizia fired a laser gun at the monsters in the fantasy world.
“It was such a shocking twist that it’s become a meme on social media! Overseas fans even started a ‘Beam Gun Challenge’ already! I’m telling you, this one’s going viral! The engagement rate’s exploding worldwide—”
As Dawon excitedly continued, she suddenly paused and looked up.
“Wait, Director… did you plan all this from the start? You kept saying we should keep pitching PPL offers to Elizia’s channel…”
“Hmm…”
Yerin gave a faint, ambiguous smile, as if unsure how to answer the admiring look.
“Well, partly that… and partly because I’m friends with their studio’s CEO.”
“Oh!”
It was rumored that Yerin had known the CEO of ‘Katrine Is Alive’, the developer of Remegol, for quite some time.
“I figured if she’s really pouring her heart into a project, I should trust her. She’s a genius, after all.”
“Ah, right, she really is…”
The CEO of Katrine Is Alive—known in the industry as KAI-AL—was a prodigy who had burst onto the gaming scene like a comet.
In her twenties, she had created both Seiros Saga and Remegol, two massive hits.
‘But our CEO’s a genius too… she’s still in her twenties and already running a company!’
Flight Universe might not have been as huge as Seiros Saga, but it had a loyal fanbase and solid revenue.
Still, Yerin was far too humble for her own good.
Kim Dawon swallowed the compliment she almost blurted out.
“Oh, but—”
Something came to her mind, and she hesitated.
It might be a little awkward to ask, but she needed to know for work reasons.
“There’s a rumor going around the industry… that KAI-AL’s CEO suddenly disappeared. Are we okay to keep working with them? Have you been in contact?”
Officially, the company had said, “Everything’s fine, our CEO’s doing well.”
But lately, the vice president had been handling all public duties.
Yerin answered calmly.
“Vice President Angela’s been handling most things now, right? It might be a good time to build a stronger relationship with her. The CEO seemed to trust her a lot.”
…Perhaps because Angela would be the next one in charge.
But Yerin didn’t say that part aloud.
A friend’s secret was one she intended to keep.
“Anyway, don’t worry about KAI-AL. I’m sure there’s a plan. Like I said, their CEO’s a genius. I don’t say that about many people.”
“Right, of course. There must be a reason for everything.”
“Exactly. And since the PPL results are good, great work, Dawon.”
They talked a while longer about marketing and future plans.
When Dawon finally left the office, Yerin was alone again.
She looked back at her tablet.
On screen, Elizia Semperion was moving with sharp determination.
At first glance, she seemed like a spoiled noble lady—
but her fierce eyes shone with strength, like she could overcome anything.
It was impossible not to think of someone else.
“Honestly… I can’t even worry about her. She’ll be fine, no matter what comes.”
Yerin smiled faintly, as if reassured by the sight.
‘Ah, and there’s someone else I haven’t checked on in a while.’
She tapped the screen twice.
The scene changed—now showing a golden-haired saint, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Frillien.
Yerin stared for a moment, then chuckled softly.
“Good grief… I sent you there so you could finally be happy, and you’re crying again.”
Shaking her head in amusement, Yerin turned off the tablet and got back to work.
