“Grape?”
……
“Why aren’t you answering? I’m so curious about the talk show your friend Brown hosts.”
It felt like I was showering in cold sweat that should not even be possible in this body.
[Oh. It seems they watched this live broadcast. This might not be a bad opportunity to meet the viewers!]
[Still, gripping the body my cotton is stuffed into like this is rather excessive contact. A fan’s passion is a burden one is fated to bear, but would you mind telling them to put me down now, my friend?]
Yeah. It really felt like cold sweat was about to break out.
“Ah, is this how you do it? Nice to meet you, kids! I’m Brown!”
[Good heavens.]
“Agent.”
The Bronze Agent, stopping Agent Choi from imitating Brown’s voice, took the rabbit doll from him as if snatching it away.
But his hands moved as cautiously as though he were holding a bomb, and soon he set it down on the daecheongmaru.
[Hmm. This is not bad!]
No, now that I looked, they had spread a silk handkerchief on the floorboards first.
And on top of it, using blue pebbles, they made something like a circular protective formation, then placed Brown precisely in the center.
No matter who looked at it, it seemed like the kind of makeshift measure used to placate or suppress something inauspicious…
Then they looked at me.
“……”
……
A stare sharp enough to almost bore through a person… no,
‘How did they know?’
The agents of Hyunmoo 1 Team should not even know Brown’s Late-Night Talk Show existed.
And even if they did know it, wouldn’t it be too much of a leap in logic to…