The inside of Ijeong Bookstore was soft and serene.
It had the warm, pleasant feeling that comes from things that have been well cared for and have endured for a long time. Layered over that comfort was the mysterious, deep impression unique to something that had accumulated long years.
The little bookstore, not even eight pyeong in size, was bright with warm light, and new books and old books were arranged in a way that looked irregular at first glance.
“Excuse us.”
To think I would end up entering a mysterious place affiliated with the Disaster Management Agency like this, a place I had never once visited even when I was infiltrating them as a spy and working there.
‘Whew.’
I didn’t even know whether this body had a heart anymore, and yet I still found myself paying attention to how nervous I felt.
As I recalled what this place was.
-A place the Disaster Management Agency visits when it needs numinous objects related to print and paper.
To be precise, it was something like an intermediary.
A place where special books gathered.
When the lights at Ijeong Bookstore are off, you must refrain from entering.
There is an over eighty percent probability that a supernatural being is visiting and in the middle of a transaction.
According to the testimony of an agent who once worked there as a clerk, if the lights began going out starting from the entrance, they absolutely had to hide behind the staff counter.
But right now, the lights were shining brightly.
I watched the flame touched by my smoke flicker, then steady itself and remain lit.
“Please wait a moment.”
And then, unusually for the team, it was Bronze…