# Chapter 130
Heesu was the first person that came to mind. Someone who was closely involved with this matter yet not present here. Could he have known about this and left it alone? But hadn’t Heesu also helped put Semi away with his own hands? He was so busy that it was hard to have a conversation with him, making it impossible to understand his intentions.
“Whether that guy knows or not, it doesn’t matter at all.”
D.S’s response was so resolute it seemed almost heartless. Was she upset about Mirae? It would make sense for her to be angry, claiming to be a guardian while only focusing on work. When Iyeon tried to soften the atmosphere with a “But still,” D.S snorted.
“There’s nothing he can do about it.”
The feeling that statement gave was somehow strange, so Iyeon couldn’t hastily respond and just rolled his eyes. Seeing this, Sano’s eyebrows subtly sharpened.
“You seem to have a lot of interest in Jin Heesu.”
“No, I’m just curious. He didn’t seem like a particularly bad person…”
“Do you even know how old Jin Heesu is? Are old geezers your type?”
“He’s only in his mid-30s.”
D.S’s protest echoed like an echo, being older than Heesu herself, but Sano pretended not to hear.
“Speaking of types.”
Looking at him carefully, this guy was completely disparaging others’ taste. Iyeon bristled at the baseless criticism.
“What does that have to do with anything all of a sudden? And I don’t have a thing for old geezers! I’m just normal! D.S-ssi, I’m sorry. Don’t mind what I said.”
“After saying everything you wanted to say?”
Leaving the sarcastic D.S behind, Iyeon and Sano continued their verbal sparring.
“What’s normal about it?”
“You know, someone who plays well with me and is kind…”
Sano snorted.
“First time I’ve heard of such a vague ideal type.”
“Why, how specific is yours to talk like that?”
A response to Iyeon’s sharp question came immediately.
“Someone without thoughts.”
Iyeon paused.
“That’s your ideal type?”
As if proud of it, Sano simply nodded. Iyeon’s confusion deepened.
“…Why?”
Before an answer could come, a voice came through the communicator again.
“Hey, I’m not really interested in Sano hyung’s ideal type, so can we talk about something else?”
“Right. The only one interested in that is Jung Iyeon.”
“Ah, no. I’m not interested either, you know?”
Iyeon shouted angrily, but both of them let it slide. Feeling somehow overpowered, Iyeon pushed out his lips and changed the subject.
“I’ve been wondering about this, but D.S-ssi, there’s an atmosphere of favoring superhumans in your family, right? Was that led by Choi Heewon-ssi?”
Choi Heewon is a figure who retired long ago but is still respected enough to exert tremendous influence in Chohosi. The information that such a person was actually a superhuman discriminator would be enough to flip public opinion.
“I don’t know if grandmother knew about it or not. She was such a busy person that it was difficult to see her even when I lived at home. Even on the rare occasions when I did see her, she would just greet me and pass by.”
It’s well-known that she devoted almost her entire life to stabilizing the Superpower Management Office and the city, and that she has been living quietly on the outskirts of Chohosi since retirement. D.S added that it had been over twenty years since Choi Heewon had set foot in the main house.
“I don’t really know why she doesn’t visit. I guess it’s difficult for her to travel long distances due to her age.”
“Have you never visited Choi Heewon-ssi’s place?”
D.S smiled bitterly at that question.
“I don’t think she would be very happy if I went.”
“D.S-ssi, don’t you like Choi Heewon-ssi?”
“How could I not like her?”
In her childhood, just briefly encountering her in the corridor would make the entire day good. Days when they ate together were such happy experiences that she would write about them in detail in her diary. There was no citizen of Chohosi who didn’t love Choi Heewon. D.S was no exception.
“Then it’s fine.”
“What’s fine about it?”
“After we get Mirae out of here, go visit her. Just a granddaughter visiting would make her happy, but if you come with her great-granddaughter, she might be flying through the sky with joy.”
D.S laughed incredulously at the exaggerated expression.
“You talk so easily when it’s not your problem.”
“There should be at least one thing that we can think of easily, right?”
“…”
Iyeon spoke gently.
“Try doing what you want to do.”
“…You really do talk easily.”
D.S grumbled as if scolding him, but she didn’t seem to be in a bad mood. Iyeon just smiled knowingly. Sano, who had been watching him with strange eyes, blurted out.
“Your mouth works well.”
“…Why are you picking a fight again?”
“You should try practicing what you preach.”
“What? I’m living doing what I want to do.”
Iyeon counted his lifestyle as he spoke. Going to work when he wants to, leaving when he wants to, eating what he wants, having a decent enough house… He was living well, so he didn’t understand why Sano was so full of complaints.
“This is why the rich…”
“What?”
“It must be hard living without being able to appreciate what you have.”
“What nonsense is that?”
Iyeon patted Sano on the shoulder. Sano frowned and shook his body, but Iyeon nodded with a benevolent face as if he understood everything.
“Yeah. Living with that mindset does seem progressive.”
“Do you want to die?”
“I look forward to your future life. Fighting!”
“Stop it.”
“Are they doing a comedy routine or something?”
“They’re always like this, so don’t worry about it.”
D.S and Hyegang whispered quietly through the communicator as the two bickered.
“Oh, right.”
Iyeon, who finally stopped talking nonsense after Sano grabbed his collar, asked D.S.
“D.S-ssi, you know those times when Mirae called? What time of day are they usually at?”
“Why do you ask?”
Iyeon explained about Mirae’s free time that he had discovered at the Superpower Management Office. D.S listened seriously and then went quiet, saying she would compile the data. It would take some time, as she had to check 183 videos.
After that, they continued discussing various things until at one point, Sano raised his head.
“We’re here.”
At the same time, the two were thrown out of the ground as if spat out. A large hand caught Iyeon as his body staggered from the sudden pressure. The arm that firmly embraced him only relaxed its grip after confirming that Iyeon had stopped moving.
The place they arrived at was a spacious living room. It was a hanok with distinctive beams and supports embedded in the high ceiling. Though it was a hanok, it seemed to have been remodeled, with modern interior elements throughout, but these elements meshed exquisitely, becoming a stylish individuality. It was completely different from what Iyeon had imagined based on D.S’s disparaging comments about an old, dilapidated mansion.
Perhaps because it was originally a large house, the living room was much bigger than in an ordinary home. If you included the wooden floor, it seemed larger than Iyeon’s entire house. In the darkening view, his goggles activated. Iyeon, looking around briefly, muttered without much thought.
“It’s spacious, as expected of a main house…”
A shocking answer came back.
“That’s the annex.”
“This is the annex? The annex’s living room?”
An even more shocking answer came back.
“No. The annex’s room.”
“What?”
“What?”
This is a room? …Why is there a living room in a room? Iyeon looked around again, unable to overcome the culture shock. How is this a room? Moreover, it seemed like Iyeon was the only one surprised, as the rest were nonchalant. Come to think of it, they were all rich people.
“Mirae’s room is across the corridor.”
As D.S informed them of the location, Sano strode ahead leading the way, then noticing his partner who was still staring blankly at the retreating back, unable to adapt, came back and dragged him along. His body, fluttering like a sheet of paper, was easily pulled along.
“The rendering is about 70% done.”
With D.S’s words, Sano opened the door and glanced sideways, checking both sides. Just past 9 PM, the corridor was empty.
“What time does Mirae usually go to sleep?”
Iyeon, who had finally regained his senses, asked.
“Around 9 o’clock.”
“She should be sleeping by now.”
The two walked quietly toward Mirae’s room. Since the first room they had entered was incredibly large, it was a bit of a distance to Mirae’s room. Knock, knock. Out of habit, Iyeon knocked and opened the door, softly calling, “Mirae?”
The room was dark, with the lights off. It seemed even darker with thick curtains drawn over the window. Iyeon’s goggles worked again. The shapes of large furniture were drawn in his lens. It was a somewhat familiar scene thanks to the work of FT-7.
Carefully walking to the front of the bed, Iyeon bent down and cautiously extended his hand. Inside the bed, the blanket was a bit crumpled, bulging in a round shape. There she is. A warm relief spread in his heart.
“Mirae?”
A low voice flowed out as if whispering.
However, the gentle hand shaking the crumpled blanket soon realized that its weight was considerably light and stopped abruptly. An ominous feeling he had hoped wouldn’t be true grabbed the back of his head.
