I think I’ve become X.
“Young Master! A letter has arrived!”
A pile of letters was stacked high on the desk before me.
I casually picked up one of them.
A letter adorned with vibrant colors.
The wax seal bore the crest used only by the direct lineage of the imperial family.
I glanced over the other letters.
They were no different.
The Grand Duke of the North, who protects the empire from the demonic realm; the Saintess who leads the Sun Church; the Oracle who gazes at the starry sky to divine the future; the wandering Beggar Shadow King; the mad university professor, and so on.
Figures who could shake the continent with a single word or gesture.
The gifts they sent as tribute were scattered across the desk alongside the letters.
“Shall I just send a reply telling them to buzz off, as usual?”
“…No. I’ll read them this time.”
“As expected of you, Young Master! Such benevolence!”
Even Dolph, who was praising me from the front.
My head started to ache.
_Just… let’s check them. I’ll just clarify that it’s not true._
Rip!
With trembling hands, Evan tore open the letter sent by the Saintess.
– When is the ‘next’ plan to summon the sun?
– I’ve been waiting so eagerly for your plans that my neck is about to snap.
– Why won’t you meet me in person? But I’ll wait until your will reaches me.
– Please, bestow upon me a splendid prophecy…
_No, damn it. That’s not it._
Evan squeezed his eyes shut and shoved the letter aside.
He didn’t want to hear the voice beside him exclaiming, “Ooooh! Treating the Saintess’s letter like trash…!”
He opened another letter.
– They say the weather’s been cold lately, so take care of yourself. So, when will the next ‘catastrophe’ arrive? Tell me the answer. You must know, don’t you?
– When will you tell me how to cleave the moon? I’m always waiting for your answers. You know everything, don’t you?
– Our stars are drawing closer… Heh. That must mean our fates will soon intertwine, right? You know this too, don’t you? I’ll wait for that moment…
All these powerful figures were demanding answers from Evan.
As if they believed Evan was the true ‘mastermind’ or ‘puppet master’ behind everything.
“Who will you grant an audience to this time, Young Master? There’s nothing you can’t do, is there?”
Dolph’s words, spoken as if praising a god.
_Damn it, that’s not it._
Evan squeezed his eyes shut again.
Before closing his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a letter marked ‘Response Requested.’
He deliberately ignored those four words.
How did things end up like this?
It all began, yes.
It started with a single letter.
At the age of 24.
Han-ol Lee was possessed.
Hey pal, things aren’t what you think. Let’s not add another ‘entry’ to your Young Master’s list, ok?
I’m such a fan of novels about misunderstandings, haha, let’s see how this turns out