Last Saturday, Maya lost control of her magic for a mont.
As Wonderstein and Reyna embraced each other on stage, telekinesis went haywire.
As a result, the cake decorations they made fell to the ground and got ruined.
Seeing the effort go to waste, Reyna's face turned into a frown.
A perverse satisfaction arose in Maya's heart.
Of course, it was sothing she shouldn't do to her respected ntor.
Moreover, her action led to another embarrassnt.
She felt remorse for her actions.
Maya analyzed the accident and her behavior objectively today.
The result made her realize she was caught in a shallow 'Papiflux'.
Papiflux, also known as 'Whispering of the Mind of the Master Cinepecus', was another na for it.
Cinepecus was known to appear when practitioners sought enlightennt, whispering distractions into their ears.
People called it Papiflux.
He was a lover of gossip, rumors, and fa.
He enjoyed murmurs of unproductive, emotional, blind, and irrational nature.
On one hand, she was ashad of her behavior.
Yet she couldn't escape it.
It was the essence of Cinepecus and his limitation.
So, he envied those who attempted to surpass his limitations.
Religious seekers and scholars pursuing new truths were his targets.
He whispered into their ears to lead them astray.
Rumors.
Baseless suspicions.
Irresponsible gibberish.
Seductive instigations.
There was no room for it in a straightforward pursuit.
The religious could dispel it through ditation and scholars through logic.
But it wasn't easy.
Papiflux was the cause of scholars losing their minds when faced with challenges.
Maya revisited the cause of the outbreak of "Papiflux" within her.
There was no need to ponder for long.
The answer ca quickly.
Wonderstein.
He was the key.
She found a way to fill the empty canvas of her mind.
The one who offered a torch in the darkness she wandered.
By entrusting her heart to him, she could realize Wally.
She didn't know if she could go further by entrusting her heart to him.
But there were too many obstacles on that path for her to endure.
It was annoying that he had an interest in other won.
It was annoying that he didn't show interest in her.
It was hard to see him smiling at other won.
The emotions she had to endure in the process of filling the canvas of her mind were painful.
For her, pursuing perfect logic, it was an unpleasant dissonance.
"I'd rather not have such feelings at all."
What was the reason she gave up on illusion in the first place?
Because of the parts that couldn't be understood by logic.
Those feelings, which were nothing special for ordinary people, were poisonous to her.
She could be visited by "Papiflux" as she is now.
"The devil envies the hatching bird. The devil whispers to the bird. The outside world is scary, you can't fly, the egg is precious. The na of the devil who makes the bird trying to be born return to the egg is Cinepecus."
The philosopher's words ca to mind, saying not to fear the devil's whispers and always move towards the truth.
But Maya decided to return to the path she had been walking rather than recklessly challenge the mystery.
The new world she faced was too unfamiliar and dangerous for her.
Yeah. Let's give up selling mysterious things.
Let the illusion of Wally go away.
I don't need that.
I'll just go forward with pure logic.
Nyaaaaah!
Deeply into the heart, she stuffed the complaining cat.
However, within a few hours of making up her mind, her determination wavered greatly.
After visiting the factory, the next day, she decided to leave the villa early in the morning.
The puzzle on the floor of Tettromino Plaza.
It was to grind her mind with a logical task that suited her.
She went to find the director's bedroom to greet him as usual.
"You're leaving a little early today?"
"I have sothing urgent to attend to. Are you okay, sir? You slept longer than usual today."
Wonderstein seed to have just woken up, sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped around him.
"Yes. No problem. Just a bit tired from yesterday's work. Are you going to Tettromino Plaza again today?"
"Yes."
Maya scrutinized his bed carefully.
The atmosphere emanating from him was different from usual.
He, who always dressed neatly in a suit and awaited her, was now tossing in bed in his pajamas.
Her eyes, trained to grasp three-dinsional forms, were sharper than anyone else's.
The shape of the blanket covering him seed odd.
The blanket was drawing curves that his body couldn't create as usual.
Maya could recognize it imdiately because she had always observed Wonderstein's body whenever she had the chance.
She even sensed a slight movent in the blanket.
It felt like so big beast was wriggling inside.
But she couldn't continue her observation.
"Alright then. Have a good day."
Because he had waved her away.
Maya glanced at the inside of his blanket for a mont and nodded her head.
It was sothing unrelated to her.
She gave up exploring the mystery.
She decided to clear the canvas of her mind.
To go back.
To her original logical self.
But it was hard to stop one part of her brain from rambling.
Maybe… that wriggling thing in the bed might be a physiological phenonon that n experience in the morning.
I've never seen it before. Is it supposed to move like that?
The movent of the blanket.
Could it be that it's directed at by the director…?
Maya almost groaned.
She quickly greeted him loudly to hide the crumbling of her expression.
"I'll be on my way then."
With that, Maya left the room and closed the door.
She took a deep breath to calm her trembling heart.
As she organized her thoughts and took a step forward.
A bolt of lightning struck her mind.
It could be described as the foot of audacious imagination.
Because of yesterday's shock, that person suddenly erged in her imagination.
Dad, I love you!
Reyna Maguire.
She shouted that she loved him while being embraced by the Director.
Her two arms wrapped around the Director's neck, and her two legs held onto his waist.
And her lips touched the director's cheek.
And then, another scene ca to Maya's mind.
Of course. I look forward to the future. You'll beco more mature in about seven years… Hehe.
The Director smiled as he looked over Reyna's body.
Her head began to spin.
A three-dinsional space within the blanket was depicted.
Reyna's body was wrapped around his.
The shape exactly matched the one she had seen in the blanket just now.
Forget. Forget it.
Don't imagine things randomly.
Don't get swept away by emotions.
Because it leads to confusion.
But despite her inner plea, her mind pictured two people lying on the bed, their lips locked in a kiss.
At that mont, her hand was opening the lid of the 'Transparent Paint.'
Na: Transparent Paint
Target: Surface of an object
Effect: Generates paint that makes the target transparent. Duration depends on the concentration of magic.
Required Resources: Maya's Favorability x30, Magic Power
The new tool she received at Dvallchep.
It was never intended for such a purpose.
But she painted her entire body transparent with psychic power.
It's for seeking the truth.
To dispel doubts in her heart.
Completely transparent, she quietly approached the door.
Voices could be heard from inside.
"Haah, haah."
"This must have been quite frustrating. But if we were caught, it would have led to a big misunderstanding."
It wasn't hard to guess who was under the covers.
Her intuition was correct.
The voice belonged to Reyna.
But what really bothered her was the manner of the Director's speech.
He always used honorifics even to those much younger than himself.
It was disappointing even for her, who he treated as his disciple, but she thought it was just his way.
But he was using casual speech with soone else.
It was the first ti she heard him address soone so familiarly.
"Oh, I understand… I'll, I'll go to my room."
"Sure."
Reyna stepped out of the room.
Her pajamas were soaked with sweat.
Maya stared blankly as she watched Reyna return to her room.
Why?
It hasn't been long since they t.
Why is she in the Director's bed?
Drenched in sweat.
A man and a woman.
Why?
In pajamas.
It's obvious.
No way.
No way.
No way.
Did they spend the night together?
Did they sleep together?
She shook her head.
It couldn't be.
Didn't the Director just say that there could be misunderstandings?
Yeah. Misunderstandings.
That's right.
She went to find the director early in the morning and hid under the bed surprised when she entered.
However, suspicion once ingrained did not easily leave.
She spent the whole day staring at the tiles in the square, lost in thought.
No developnts or logic ca to mind.
Just scenes she witnessed in the morning and scenes supplented by her imagination kept coming back.
The sight of two people rolling naked in bed whispering love to each other.
"What troubles you, young lady?"
The elderly café owner had the discerning eye and hospitality skills befitting her experience.
She sensed a change even in Maya's emotionless deanor.
The café owner recomnded a light drink mixed with vodka, and she spent ti sipping it absentmindedly.
She returned to the villa that night, applied transparent paint to her body, and sat in front of Wonderstein's door.
I must have seen it wrong.
Definitely.
I'll prove it.
The director's innocence.
So she guarded his room all night.
The next day, she was satisfied despite having a fever and feeling dizzy.
That girl didn't even go near the director's room.
Relieved.
It was a misunderstanding.
Thank goodness.
She'll go back tomorrow.
Nothing serious will happen.
So she slept all day in the villa.
It was all because of the strain from the day before, both ntally and physically.
She woke up well past 11 at night.
Instinctively, she grabbed her clothes and headed out of the room.
It was to confirm one last ti.
She headed towards the director's room.
And she heard whispers even scarier than from Cinepecus.
Reyna's voice was clearly coming from the director's room.
She listened intently but couldn't make out the content.
It seed like they were speaking softly because it was night.
What on earth are they doing?
This woman.
Maya flew out of the building using psychokinesis after applying transparent paint to her body.
She entered the room through the bathroom window.
Reyna finished speaking and was bowing deeply in front of the director.
Maya approached the two stealthily.
She saw Wonderstein leaning close to her ear.
What will the director say?
Tell her to stop whining and go back to her room?
Then, an unbelievable word shook her ears.
"Undress."
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