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I’m looking for the Moon.

Who could have said that to me?

Although the Moon isn’t visible in the sky, a gentle moonlight was shining down upon us from all directions.

I hurriedly rummaged through my pockets.

Was there no weapon like last time?

Although I didn’t feel the solid grip of a pistol, there was a different kind of heaviness.

As expected, I pulled out a manual from my inner pocket.

The management agency does have some unusual technology, but does it really make sense that there is a manual that doesn’t get wet, can summon from another world, and even follows into dreams?

“What the heck is this…”

While I was flipping through the manual, Song Ah Rin, with a flushed face, muttered as she fiddled with her back.

“What’s the difference between this and being naked…!”

As she swept her back and took a step, she let out a squeal and stumbled, grabbing my arm.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“…Heo. I’m just not used to such things.”

She frowned, pointing at the heels she was wearing.

She was wearing heels so high that it felt like someone would die if they slipped.

Isn’t “Kill Heels” what this is about?

“Wait… let’s figure this situation out first.”

Holding onto my arm, she looked around.

“This is that, right?”

“Theater company?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded at my words.

“It seems like we’ve been somewhat favored. We must be special guests.”

“We’re not special guests, we’re just two people who want to ruin the play.”

Song Ah Rin sighed and checked the hem of her dress.

“When you look at your outfit and mine… doesn’t it seem we fell into some romantic theater?”

My outfit?

Now that I think about it, I had focused so much on Song Ah Rin’s outfit that I didn’t pay much attention to what I was wearing.

Simply put, it was a tailcoat.

I assumed it would be similar since I always wore formal clothes.

“This strangely doesn’t match.”

I muttered as I fiddled with the edges of my coat.

“It’s better than mine. Quit complaining.”

“Well, isn’t it nice to wear a dress?”

“Do you want to die?”

As I shrugged in response to Song Ah Rin’s glare,

“A-Rin Young Lady!”

A man’s voice came from behind.

Holding onto my arm, Song Ah Rin slowly turned to face him, muttering angrily.

“Just who is this crazy guy calling me Young Lady-”

“Finally found you!”

He was a man with a slim, blonde appearance.

With white skin and fashionable attire.

He exuded the unmistakable aura of a nobleman! He reached out his hand to her.

“I am your fiancé, Karl.”

As Song Ah Rin looked at him with a sour expression, she gestured at me.

I understood what she meant.

I glanced above the man’s head.

[Name: Karl]

[Age: 22]

[Specialty: Actor]

[Talent: Actor]

[Background: Once an ordinary person, he became completely immersed in the role he was given in theater. He even forgets who he is.]

[Weakness: He must be alive when the play comes to an end.]

I couldn’t comprehend this at all.

I shook my head at Song Ah Rin, who let out a resigned sigh. Soon, the man named Karl spoke to me.

“A-Rin Young Lady, may I take you with me, Jae Heon?”

“Uh…”

He treated me with such familiarity even though he seemed to know me well.

Does that mean I’m technically Song Ah Rin’s butler or servant?

At that moment, my temple began to throb.

While I was rubbing my temple, Song Ah Rin was the first to adapt to the situation and responded.

“…Karl.”

“A-Rin Young Lady?”

“I think it might be tough today.”

“But it’s a long-awaited party!”

“…I know.”

Song Ah Rin and I exchanged glances.

“The lady isn’t feeling well.”

Then I should follow her lead.

“Yeah. So I want to be alone for a bit.”

“…Then let’s wait until you feel better.”

“No. Let’s just stay apart today. We can see each other again later.”

With a calm voice, Song Ah Rin said while staring at Karl with her shining violet eyes.

Soon, his eyes glazed over, and with a “yes,” he turned and walked away.

“…The hypnosis worked?”

“Seems so.”

I watched the man walking away with Song Ah Rin.

“What did you think? Did you get any ideas or information?”

“First of all… he looks like an actor too.”

“An actor?”

Song Ah Rin frowned.

“So you mean that this time too, an unspecified number of people got dragged into a play?”

“I can’t say for sure, but there is definitely a problem.”

“What is it?”

“Information is getting confused.”

My mind processes him as an actor and ‘Karl’.

He appears to see himself as ‘Karl’, believing he is just an ordinary person.

It seems impossible for problems to resolve just by observing one person. The world is indeed not that simple.

“We need to be cautious.”

“What’s wrong?”

I rubbed my temple.

“Since I’ve been here, my temple has been hurting constantly. Like I’m under some mental attack.”

“And now you say that?”

Song Ah Rin exclaimed as if she couldn’t believe it, then closed her eyes and began to focus.

“What are you doing?”

“…”

Ignoring my question, she sat still with her eyes closed, then opened them again.

“Done.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve set up a mental barrier.”

Temporary, she said, looking at me.

“Then what should we do?”

“…Do we have to change the genre again?”

“How? We don’t even know what this story is about.”

“That much isn’t wrong.”

A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

It sounds romantic just by the name, but if it ends up not being a romance, then that too would be an issue.

If Song Ah Rin and I mess things up, and that was actually the intended story, we’d be the fools.

Given the irreversibility of things, we have no choice but to proceed with caution. After all, there’s no guarantee we return after dying.

“For now, we have to follow the rhythm.”

“I think so too.”

Nodding, Song Ah Rin affirmed.

“Then how shall we follow the rhythm?”

“We should act in accordance with our roles.”

She said, looking at me.

“Look at me.”

“…”

I stared at Song Ah Rin intently.

Her long dress shimmered under the moonlight, and her slender arms and hands glowed beautifully.

Her usually sulky face was calm as she met my gaze, and her tied-up hair highlighted her tranquility.

“…How do I look?”

“You’re pretty.”

My words caused Song Ah Rin to freeze.

“….”

“What’s wrong?”

“…You idiot, that’s not what I meant…”

After a moment of shock, she finally managed to speak again.

“What do you see on me?”

“…Ah.”

This is a bit embarrassing.

Clearing my throat, I looked above her head.

[Name: Song Ah Rin]

[Age: 21]

[Specialty: Hypnosis]

[Talent: -]

[Background: She has subdued her once sensitive nature. Although there is one person she does not like, she carries on her day thinking, ‘Isn’t this good enough?’]

[Weakness: Betray her. Rigorously deny everything she has done, stating all her efforts were in vain.]

“…Nothing unusual.”

I averted my gaze from the weaknesses and looked at her again.

“Alright. Then how do we proceed with the story?”

“Well, first we should… tidy things up, right?”

I squatted on the floor, picked up a stick, and began to write.

“The background seems to be a typical romantic fantasy… right? The era seems medieval?”

“Seems so. They got mad last time when I resolved things romantically; they aren’t trying to push a romance script on us, are they?”

“I think so. Anyway, Miss Song Ah Rin is a lady here, and I am a butler… right?”

“Probably? Given how that Karl guy was respectful to me but treated you dismissively.”

“Sounds good. So what’s our goal?”

“Hmm… Should I have followed that guy named Karl?”

While I was mumbling to collect information with Song Ah Rin, I heard footsteps approaching.

Turning around, I saw a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard standing there.

The difference was that he was dressed in completely modern attire, unlike the clothes we wore.

“…What? Where am I?”

He muttered, looking around.

Soon, our eyes met.

“Hey! What is this place?!”

Song Ah Rin and I quickly exchanged glances, and she stood up, waving her hands.

“Calm down, sir. You’ve become involved in a strange phenomenon—”

“Where am I?! I was definitely just walking!”

The man was wide-eyed in panic, shouting loudly while Song Ah Rin kept her cool demeanor and soothing voice, calming him down.

Her usual irritable self was a stark contrast.

“Sir, please listen to me.”

“That’s right. We’re here to help you.”

I chimed in, also examining his head.

[Name: Park Sang Gwon]

[Age: 52]

[Specialty: X]

[Talent: X]

[Background: He got swept up on his way home from work and somehow ended up in this world——————–]

The background text began to tremble, and at the same time, the man started to scream, clutching his head.

“Ah! Aaaaah! Aaaah!!!!”

“Sir, sir!”

Song Ah Rin’s eyes widened as she began to soothe him.

I too, in tandem with her efforts to calm the man, could not hold back a gasp.

His body was transforming.

-Crackle…

His bones twisted, and his hair was automatically shaved off.

His beard grew wildly, and the clothes he had been wearing magically transformed into garb typical of the medieval era.

“GraAh! GraAh!!!”

He screamed in agony, and Song Ah Rin looked at him with wide eyes, taking a step back as if rebounding from something.

“This is insane—”

She furrowed her brow, seemingly feeling a strong headache, and watched the man.

I didn’t take my eyes off him either.

[Background: ——- He is Song Ah Rin’s father. He has completely forgotten what he was in the past.]

[Weakness: He must still be alive when the play concludes.]

The words were changing.

New characters rearranged as if to cover his existence.

After the terrible noise subsided, he collapsed to his knees like an unconscious person.

“…Sir?”

Song Ah Rin cautiously called out to the man, who lifted his head, looking at her.

His eyes now filled with tenderness turned toward her, and for a moment, she was startled by that gaze.

“…A-Rin. I came to find you.”

At those words, she froze.

As she stood paralyzed, the man turned to look at me.

“Jae Heon, thank you for taking care of A-Rin today.”

I looked above his head.

[Name: Count]

[Age: 52]

[Specialty: Actor]

[Talent: Actor]

[Background: He is Song Ah Rin’s father. He has completely forgotten what he was in the past.]

[Weakness: He must still be alive when the play concludes.]

Seeing us speechless, the man continued with a benevolent smile.

“What are you two doing? Let’s hurry back.”