Kim Soleum thought.
If Good Friend had been accompanying him in this ridiculous situation, he could roughly guess what it would say.
-Oh! Deception. A very effective technique of governance since ancient times. How increasingly exciting, to see what sort of scene you’re leading the masses toward….
It would probably have said something like that.
‘Now that I think about it, I’m walking on four legs, so there isn’t really any place to carry a rabbit doll either.’
Kim Soleum had that sort of absentminded thought.
No, he desperately distracted himself that way.
Because the stares from behind hurt too much….
‘Aaaagh.’
Behind him, the employees of Baekilmong Co., Ltd. and the Agency agents were following as if bewitched.
No, even the baby mermaids… in other words, the children, were following too.
‘This many?’
He felt like he was going to break out in cold sweat.
It was true that he had intentionally guided the two forces into spotting each other. The situation had to become chaotic, with both sides aware of the other, for the fake Necronomicon’s psychological effect to land more effectively!
But he had never imagined it would work this well, to the point that not a single person retreated and every last one ended up following him.
‘If they catch on, I’m fucked….’
The soles of his paws were nearly damp at the thought of what, exactly, would happen if those veterans saw through him….
But astonishingly, Kim Soleum succeeded in showing none of it. It was thanks to the survival instinct he had developed back when he was a rookie employee at the Ghost Story company.
Because of that, he was taken as something like an avatar of the cosmic-horror existence that had just caused that horrific, powerful phenomenon they’d experienced.
Even by the…