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In the end, I nodded at Happy’s disturbing logic and forced myself to speak.
“Ha… Happy.”
“No, not that name. Call me by my real name. You know it, don’t you?”
She shook her head wildly, pulling out her smartphone and opening the recording app.
Without making a sound, she mouthed the words:
Say it properly.
I swallowed hard.
There was no way out of this.
My pride was sold off without hesitation.
“…Park Hyun-seo.”
“Hyun-seo.”
“Yes, Yeres Sis.”
Her face lit up with joy.
Her hands trembled slightly as she stopped the recording and immediately edited the file, cutting out the part she wanted.
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
[Hyun-seo.]
“Haa… I’m so happy.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she played back my voice over and over.
I couldn’t bear to look at her.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out.
Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Was she upset that I closed my eyes?
I opened them quickly, expecting to see her usual madness.
But instead, Happy was carefully scanning my entire body, inspecting me for even the smallest injuries.
Every time she found one, her fingers brushed over it, confirming its presence.
She did it a lot.
First, she touched each of my fingers—ones that had been pierced by wires.
Then, she pressed lightly on my broken ankle.
After that, her fingers traced over my swollen cheek, bruised from her repeated slaps.
Finally, she lifted the edge of my clothes and placed her face against my chest, where the spear of light had pierced me.
Even though she had healed it, the scar remained, uneven and raw.
“I want to fix this too… but I guess it’s not possible yet, huh?”
Then, she tapped my solar plexus.
There wasn’t even a wound there.
Yet, she kept touching it.
Maybe, in her mind, that was where my pride had shattered.
Maybe that was where my dream of a normal life had crumbled into dust.
All of it—the scars, the pain, the humiliation—had built up in just a single day.
My mind felt like a glass box filled with sand.
Something that should never break, but could be endlessly shaken from within.
Too many emotions.
Too much restraint.
All of it pushed me to the edge of despair.
And, as always, Happy noticed immediately.
She handled my fragile mind as if she were handling delicate glass, careful not to shatter it completely.
“Sis, let’s make a promise.”
She held out her pinky.
Only her pinky.
“I’m going to pour water on you to heal you.
But if you try to play tricks with it…
I’ll punish you.”
Punish me?
She had already done enough.
What more could she possibly have in mind?
“Hurry.”
“…Fine.”
I stopped thinking.
My hands trembled as I lifted my pinky to meet hers.
She knew my injuries were bad, so she didn’t hook her finger around mine.
She just gently touched it, as if even that was enough.
“Then, let’s begin.”
Finally, water touched my skin.
The feeling was blissful, an overwhelming relief washing over me.
I wanted her to drench me in it,
But, as expected, she was careful.
She poured only the exact amount needed to heal each wound,
One by one.
She started with my thumb, checking to see if the injury disappeared.
Then my index finger.
Then my middle finger,
My ring finger,
My pinky.
Then, she moved to the other hand,
And after ensuring my chest wound had faded,
She healed my broken ankle.
With only a little water left, she brought the bottle to her lips.
But instead of drinking it,
She held it in her mouth,
Then leaned in—
And left a damp kiss on my cheek.
“Hehe. If that felt bad, I’m sorry, Sis.
I just… really wanted to do it.”
That was it.
The last drop of water was gone.
Which meant…
Everything she had done.
Every wound she had inflicted.
Every slap.
Every torture method.
It had all been calculated from the very beginning.
Happy tortured me down to the exact amount of water she had.
Not a single drop wasted.
Not a single wound left untreated.
The realization made my face turn pale.
“…Ah.”
Happy let out a small gasp, noticing the change in my expression.
For someone who had done the unimaginable to me,
She was somehow blushing in embarrassment over something as simple as a kiss.
“Sorry, Yeres Sis.
We’re not that close yet, and I got ahead of myself, huh?”
Even the reason she was apologizing made me sick.
The kiss wasn’t even the issue.
It wasn’t like she was my lover.
It wasn’t because she was a girl.
It wasn’t even the fact that it felt gross.
None of that mattered.
The problem was that she didn’t care about my feelings at all.
She had tortured me,
Yet the only thing she felt bad about was kissing me too soon.
She only thought about herself.
I wanted to say something.
I wanted to correct her, to tell her how wrong she was.
But I didn’t.
Because I couldn’t.
Because I had no power to.
Because, as horrible as it was,
A part of me believed this apology was just another part of her strategy.
She knew exactly why I was horrified.
She knew everything.
And still, she pretended not to.
“Sis?”
As expected.
The moment I didn’t answer, Happy tilted her head and stared at me with empty eyes.
Her embarrassment was gone.
She was just waiting—waiting for my reaction.
Even though I had only been with this version of Happy for less than a day,
I had already started recognizing her patterns.
But I didn’t let it get to my head.
I remembered what happened every time I answered too late.
“No… That’s not it.”
“Then why do you look like that?”
Her constant questioning left me no escape.
I had to answer immediately.
But this time—
My voice wouldn’t come out.
Because the realization finally hit me.
Because fear finally crashed down like a tidal wave.
I was just a rat trapped in a cage.
No matter how much I understood Happy,
No matter how much I analyzed her,
I would never escape.
The moment I flinched, remembering the slap from earlier, a smile crept onto Happy’s lips.
In exchange for that 1.5L bottle of water, I had given her everything.
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
“Don’t do that. Smile like I do.”
Even that wasn’t allowed.
This was the life I would have forever.
“L-Like this…?”
“Your eyes are crying. Can you smile properly?”
“…Like this?”
“Mmm. That’s better. Now, let’s try another question.
When did you first start noticing me?
If you’ve never noticed me before… what about now?”
Dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
Not from the question itself, but from the uncertainty that followed.
Some part of me refused to believe I had already lost.
It clung to me, shaking me, begging me to wake up.
There was something wrong here.
Something was off between Happy and me.
Think, Yeres.
What’s wrong?
If you don’t figure it out, you’re—
“Sis?”
Damn it.
I had taken too long to answer.
I forced my voice out, making my excuse sound as pathetic as possible.
“C-Can you give me a moment… to think?”
“Hmmm. So you have thought about me before.”
Happy beamed, sitting politely in front of me as if she hadn’t just spent the day breaking me apart.
There wasn’t a trace of the cruelty she had shown earlier.
Don’t think about it.
I had bought some time.
I needed to figure out what was wrong.
The topic was clear from the start.
Why did Happy know me so well?
Of course, because she loves me—
No.
I refused to call this love.
This wasn’t love.
It was obsession—a suffocating, monstrous thing.
[Hyun-seo.]
Right.
Like this.
She picked up her smartphone, scrolling through it.
She hadn’t heard me speak in a while—so she was playing my voice instead.
I glanced at the screen.
There were hundreds of recordings.
A quiet scoff slipped out.
She renamed the newest one—1012.
Why?
Did she number all of them?
Every conversation we had—recorded.
It was disgusting.
But that wasn’t the real problem.
Happy had told me things she couldn’t have known.
Things she couldn’t have possibly learned from 1012 recordings.
Right now, in this timeline, there was no way she should have known them.
She knew my abilities.
She knew my weaknesses.
That was normal.
After all, by this point, Darkmoon had already taken half the world.
The war between magical girls and Darkmoon had been going on for two months.
And during that time, I had appeared before magical girls before.
So, of course—
She knew that I needed water to use magic.
She knew that a lack of water was my weakness.
That made sense.
But…
How did she know her real name?
How did she know exactly how much water was needed to heal my wounds?
How did she know I had given up my throne and fled to South Korea?
That wasn’t possible.
That wasn’t something Happy should know.
Unless…
What if I wasn’t the only one who had lived through these 131 cycles?
What if Happy had been there too?
What if, for the past six years, she had experienced every single life I had lost?
“…Are you done thinking?”
Her voice pulled me back.
I stopped.
I had to.
Happy had put her phone away and was watching me now.
Her eyes.
That was the problem.
Magical girls used light magic.
Happy used light magic.
Her magic was bright, warm, golden.
So why were her eyes completely dark?
Whenever I looked into them, it felt like all the air in my lungs disappeared.
If I wanted to escape this feeling,
I had to let go of my pride as the Queen of Darkmoon.
I forced my lips to move and apologized for the third time.
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Mmm. Yeres Sis.”
Happy let out a deep sigh, sounding disappointed.
I didn’t have to think hard to understand why.
I had answered too slowly.
She had given me time, and I had wasted it.
She stood up.
She was approaching me.
I knew what was going to happen.
I had already imagined it.
I didn’t even know how many times I had apologized at this point.
But I did it again.
“I’m sorry! It’s not that I don’t remember—”
“Haa.
Did I mess up the first step?”
Was it paranoia?
Was it just fear from all the pain she had already caused me?
Or was it something much worse?
Every time she moved, I felt a deep, crawling dread take over me.
“I did want you to fear me, but…
I didn’t expect it to be this much.
Now I feel a little bad.”
The words sent chills down my spine.
“Oh well.”
She sounded so casual—
Like she was deciding whether to have tea or coffee.
But I knew.
I knew what was coming next.
“I just want you to understand one thing—”
No.
She was going to say it.
That disgusting line.
That delusional line.
“That I truly love you, Sis.”
There it was.
She was brainwashing me.
“So, I’ll be kind.”
No.
I don’t want to hear it.
“You must be exhausted after everything today.”
Stop.
“So let’s—”
Please.
“Sleep together.”
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