Regressor Instruction Manual

Chapter 673: Han Sora’s Debut (3)

Chapter 673: Han Sora’s Debut (3)

‘She can’t be doing well.’

I was worried. Certainly, Jung Hayan’s condition seemed unstable.

Although she didn’t enter a state of extreme anger, she was definitely affected by Han Sora’s transfer. Looking blankly at the wall, she was wiping away the tears that came out of her eyes.

‘Jung Hayan, I mean…’

‘I-I-I don’t want to see you! I don’t want to see your face! Huhu… Go away.’

‘Then I’ll go. It won’t take long. I… I have something to do in the management committee.’

‘It’s because of Sora. It’s because of Sora! Don’t show up in front of me!’

‘I’ll be back as soon as possible, so don’t worry and take care.’

It was only a few days ago that they had such a conversation.

Jung Hayan herself didn’t seem to be aware of it, but Han Sora’s absence started to get to her. Whether it was her decision or not, they had lived together for a year, so it must’ve been strange that she wasn’t around anymore.

The feeling that Jung Hayan feared the most was abandonment.

She clearly remembered and understood that best, considering what her family did to her. Han Sora’s disappearance didn’t mean that she entered a state of extreme anger, but Jung Hayan was aware of Han Sora’s vacancy.

I remembered not paying much attention to it on the first day.

That day, she muttered to herself that she hated Han Sora and was focused on studying magic with an attitude that she never wanted to see Han Sora again.

She got some achievements on the first day.

On the second day, she cursed at Han Sora, who had devised the tactic for the mock battle against Cha Hee-ra.

Of course, it was cute words that couldn’t be called cursing, but she even went into Han Sora’s room and vented her anger with her cute hands.

Even on the third day, she had a lot of fun.

Whether spending time with me all day worked, she was happy until the 5th day and reminisced on the memories of the 3rd day.

The problem was that from the 6th day, I started to lose contact with her, and the storm that came without a sound began to bother Jung Hayan.

She was still living a normal life.

When it came to magic study and work, that was originally Jung Hayan’s personal time.

However, the rest of her days was the problem.

Realizing that there was no Han Sora who always made delicious meals was a problem for her.

‘Uh…’

I still remembered Jung Hayan’s expression as she stared blankly at the table after making a noise.

It wasn’t just mealtime that mattered.

As it was no exaggeration to say that Han Sora herself was Jung Hayan’s personal secretary or nanny, it seemed that she began to think of Han Sora in everything related to her life.

She even threw the food cooked by the best chef on the floor because it was tasteless compared to Lee Kiyoung lunch box, made by Han Sora.

‘But it was worth throwing away. The character’s quality on the food was different.’

Jung Hayan asked the chefs to make it again, and they showed 55 character lunch boxes that day, but none of them surpassed Han Sora’s.

Han Sora must’ve been talented.

Likewise, on the seventh day, while she was reading or planning wedding magazines…

“When I marry Oppa, I will go here for our honeymoon. I think this one’s better than the last one. They say it’s really pretty here. I’m sure Oppa will like it, too. H-h-how about this place, Sora?”

That was how she talked to herself.

After muttering habitually, Jung Hayan’s eyes looked a little nervous. She didn’t try to find or peek at Han Sora, who disappeared.

In the end, the situation came to the point where she secretly raised the Goddess’s Hand Mirror.

My heart ached when I watched her looking blankly at the wall and writing the message, “Sora, I’m sorry,” and erasing it repeatedly.

At least she was able to hold out thanks to my increased frequency of approach.

When she contacted her, she showed that she completely forgot about Han Sora, but she continued sending more messages.

When the suppressor disappeared, she began to regain her original self.

Of course, after a little more time, she intentionally no longer replied to Jung Hayan’s call.

She said she had work to do, and as a result, Jung Hayan was having a hard time in both directions.

I wasn’t there, and neither was Sora.

She was starting to feel it. Eventually, she even pressed the transmit button of the message, “Sora, when are you coming back?”

It was her pride that she didn’t say sorry until the end, but Han Sora couldn’t reply.

On that day, Jung Hayan threw the hand mirror and cursed at Han Sora.

Jung Hayan often shed tears without even realizing it. It was also a matter of course that she suffered mentally, and it couldn’t be easy in the first place.

Emotions often fluctuated several times a day between joyful and sad.

I thought I already had a big mental problem, but I felt more worried than before.

The funny thing was that Jung Hayan wasn’t the only one who responded like that. Ironically, Han Sora’s expression seemed more worried than Jung Hayan’s.

However, it was not just facial expressions. Han Sora had also been showing signs of abnormality lately.

Well, she hadn’t changed much. She was just asking what Jung Hayan was doing and how she was doing quietly. Han Sora also didn’t seem to enjoy the sudden freedom at all.

Perhaps it was a natural reaction. Imagine holding a big bomb.

If asked whether they’d be more worried to see the detonator in front of them or not, anyone would most likely choose the latter.

That was the situation Han Sora was in at that moment. She was out of Jung Hayan’s arms, but she was still holding a bomb.

She could’ve controlled herself before, but even that was impossible now.

I could assure anyone that I would’ve been as nervous as she was without the telescope. I would’ve wondered more than anyone if I was touching the detonator or taking it off.

I didn’t know if that was the reason why, but it was Han Sora’s daily routine to ask about Jung Hayan’s condition. It was a reaction that she could show because she knew her role.

Han Sora continued to swallow her saliva.

-Sun Hee-Young always seems to be calm. It’s nice to see you after so long…

[Generating a common-grade forced quest.]

[That’s the way she is. (0/1)]

[Delivering a common-grade forced quest to Han Sora. You have not registered any quest-clear rewards. The subject will not be compensated.]

-I feel comfortable… Thank you for taking care of everything… Are you having a hard time? Oh, we were supposed to get together… When would be a good time for that? Should we get together after Jung Hayan’s work is done?

‘You must’ve been really nervous.’

The useless conversation was getting longer. In addition, I could see her whole body getting sweaty little by little.

-Jung Hayan… Did she eat today?

[I don’t think she did. Still, you don’t have to worry too much because she seems to be eating properly. She looks a little unstable, but somehow, she’s living her life. (0/1)]

-I’m wondering if she’s washing up properly…

[Jung Hayan isn’t a child. She can do that on her own. (0/1)]

-No, that’s not what I meant. Sometimes she doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings. Recently, she just kept studying… The Vice Guild Master told me.

[She’s doing great, so you don’t have to worry. (0/1)]

-But… I think I should know.

[You don’t have to worry too much. I’m going to watch her from now on anyway, so why are you… Anyway, you can check it with your own eyes. (0/1)]

-…

-…

-It’ll be alright, right?

[Perhaps. You can move as I told you to. (0/1)]

Han Sora’s expression seemed to be asking if she was really okay and if she wouldn’t be asked to take responsibility for anything. She should’ve just nodded her head proudly.

‘You’re not going to get hurt.’

Jung Hayan did no harm to Han Sora.

Of course, I couldn’t guarantee what would happen if the situation became really serious, however, Jung Hayan had already put Han Sora into the category of her own person.

Despite the explanation, Han Sora still looked worried.

Han Sora, who got off the griffon, immediately moved.

Of course, there was tension and worry on her face.

Han Sora knocked on the door when she thought it would be better to say something more while hanging around the door for a long time.

- Jung Hayan… I’m here.

-…

-Jung Hayan? I’m here.

-…

-Jung Hayan!

-S-Sora’s here?

-Yes, I’m here.

-Why? Why? Why?

-Uhm… I have something to sort out.

-Come in.

-Squeeeeeeek…

Was it because of the atmosphere that the door sounded ominous somehow?

Han Sora took a step forward with a frightened face. Perhaps she was worried about how Jung Hayan was doing.

She was also scared of how she would react, but fortunately, she didn’t show the worst reaction.

Based on Jung Hayan’s reaction, she seemed very relieved. I could see her expression brightening up right away. It would be right to think that she didn’t come out to meet her because of her small pride.

‘She was externally angry.’

She had already decided to blame Han Sora once, and most of all, she was angry that Han Sora ignored her messages.

Han Sora had to apologize formally and realize the importance of Jung Hayan.

She thought things would be different from the way she treated her, but it was similar to before.

In their relationship, Jung Hayan was the main focus. It was not a good expression, but Sora was more like a mother or a sister.

Hayan would always think that Sora was a person who took care of and helped her and that she would always be there no matter what she did.

As soon as Han Sora entered Jung Hayan’s house, she began to organize Jung Hayan’s mess like a habit.

-Have… Have you eaten?

-Oh… not yet.

After such a conversation, Han sora immediately began to prepare a meal.

As if nothing had happened, Jung Hayan, who snuck out of bed and looked around the door, seemed very relieved, showing what she was thinking.

‘Now everything’s back to normal.’

Or…

‘It’s finally over. Sora is back. She has to accept my apology.’

Or…

‘I’ll forgive you for ignoring my text since you’re already here now.’

Something like that.

-Y-you have to eat.

-…

There was an indescribable joy in the way she sat down without saying a word.

She might’ve still thought she should keep her cool, but it seemed that the corners of her mouth inevitably rose slightly.

It was the same after Sora finished cooking. It felt like there was a party, considering the amount of food was enough to fill the table.

She looked very happy, like a person who tasted her mother’s food after a long time. Maybe she was going to apologize? I thought that was what she would be thinking of.

Jung Hayan had already forgiven Han Sora. Of course, Han Sora committed a serious mistake, but it was time to forgive her.

It was right after Han Sora opened her mouth that Jung Hayan’s expression wrinkled.

- Jung Hayan, I mean…

-…

-I’m… I’m here to say my last goodbye.

As always, she couldn’t really look at Jung Hayan straight into her eyes.