Chapter 483 – The Street Magician
Do you know the saying that if your head is empty, your body suffers?
It means if you’re not thinking efficiently, you’ll pay for it with physical pain.
But in modern society, a slightly different saying has emerged.
If your head is empty, ‘others’ suffer.
In the case of the lacking individual, they showcase their ignorance by not thinking at all.
Conversely, the other person has to put in extra effort until that person comes to understanding.
And this was currently being applied just the same.
“Just by opening my mouth, everything changes drastically!”
“Is that so!”
“Yes! Thanks to that, I’ve even earned the nickname ‘Shoemaker Wizard’ on Wall Street!”
A white woman with outstanding abilities, so much so that she earned a nickname on Wall Street.
However, she was suffering more than anyone else present.
Thanks to Elcia, who is not very compatible with the word ‘thought.’
“Surely your mouth is a true masterpiece! You can make it on Wall Street!”
“Please stop thinking that way, you whore!!!”
Thanks to that, her patience was being threatened in real time.
“You’re the whore here! This ‘Oral Magician!’ sir!”
“I’m!!! So pissed that!!! Other people!!! Will think!!! You’re normal!!!”
Honestly, it was slightly admirable that she was still holding on.
[I couldn’t agree more with that statement.]
‘That applies to you too.’
[Ah, f*ck.]
In the end, the white woman decided to give up the conversation with Elcia.
“Enough! Just bring me someone I can actually talk to!!!”
“Yes, I understand!”
Responding enthusiastically, Elcia called out.
“Isn’t it about time we need a white horse at the shop?”
“Oh, that’s perfect!”
It was none other than Ayeon, who had been watching this chaos unfold.
Ayeon eagerly entered the confusion at Elcia’s call.
Without hesitation, she headed directly to the white woman and began to spit out her proposal.
A highly Ayeon-like suggestion.
“Would you like to try working at my shop as a desk type employee?”
“I asked you to bring me someone who can communicate!!!”
“Don’t whores understand each other?”
And the woman likewise exhibited a perfectly natural reaction.
She was almost half-crazy, gnawing at her lips.
Yet, Ayeon’s gaze was aimed at one thing.
Right at the mobile phone screen in the white woman’s hand.
“What are you looking at?”
“Is that your account?”
At those words, the white woman regained her composure and flashed a condescending smile.
“Why? Jealous? How dare a whore?”
“How about I show you some succubus-style magic this time?”
But then came Ayeon’s unexpected statement about showing some magic.
Even the onlooker would have been taken aback.
It wouldn’t be odd for an ordinary person to refuse immediately.
However, since the white woman was also a Hunter, she reacted a bit differently.
Instead of brushing Ayeon off, she crossed her arms and nodded.
With a slightly disdainful expression, like she was watching an animal perform tricks.
“Can a whore do tricks? Show me.”
“In that case, I’ll show you right away.”
Saying that, Ayeon suddenly snatched the mobile phone from the white woman’s hand.
Despite the sudden turn of events, the white woman’s expression didn’t change much from before.
It was a relaxed expression only those who were at ease could display.
“Are you trying to do a magic trick where you withdraw money and make it disappear? That’s impossible.”
Well, being a Hunter, she probably had enough experience to prepare for this sort of thing.
If not, she wouldn’t be able to stand up so confidently.
But Ayeon still shook her head slowly while maintaining her smile.
“I wouldn’t misuse another person’s money.”
“Are you deeming yourself expensive, whore? What’s it then? Are you offering money?”
The white woman’s smile only deepened in response.
“That’s a mystery to me.”
“……What…?”
At that bizarre comment, the smile suddenly stiffened.
Of course, Ayeon was unfazed by all that and made a call somewhere.
As soon as she finished the call, she returned the mobile phone to the white woman.
With a smirk similar to what the woman had just shown.
“Here you go.”
“What, what did you do!”
“I did ‘nothing at all.'”
Then, suddenly, an avalanche of notifications began to ring on the woman’s mobile phone.
“This…this is…?”
“Oh. Since you appear to have lived kindly, it seems someone’s doing a good deed for you.”
If Ayeon was right, those notifications indicated money being deposited into the woman’s account.
However, the white woman frowned even at the term ‘good deed.’
“Who do you think you are! What the hell is this!”
Whether the amount was very small or even if it were a lot, it clearly didn’t meet the woman’s expectations.
But Ayeon kept smiling.
“That’s a mystery to me.”
“You whore, are you starting to lose your mind too? This is a rare sight even on Wall Street!”
In sync, the woman smirked back at Ayeon.
But soon after, other emotions took the place of the woman’s previous sneer.
“What, what, what, what the hell!!!!”
That emotion arose from disbelief, refusing to accept what she saw before her.
And it was fueled by a sense of confusion and fear about the unknown.
“Why did my account suddenly stop!!!”
“Oh, really? How unfortunate that would happen…”
The sudden claim that the white woman’s account had stopped.
Moreover, her confusion didn’t halt there; it snowballed further.
Immediately after her account stopped, a text message arrived on her phone.
“…….Criminal…funds…deposit…? What does this mean…?”
Then the white woman grabbed Ayeon by the collar and shook her.
Her face was devoid of any ease, filled with urgency.
“Hey, you whore! What the hell did you do to my account!!!”
However, Ayeon didn’t retaliate against the woman’s rude actions.
She simply met the woman’s gaze and began to scold her instead.
Wearing a smile that felt oddly scary and sinister.
“I’m curious. Just what kind of actions have led to criminal funds being deposited?”
“Don’t joke! It’s your fault! Fix this right now!”
“How absurd. I’m just a humble boss of a shop that pays taxes on time and keeps sanitation strict.”
Though Ayeon maintained she didn’t know the truth, I could sense the hidden bits of truth from just that.
I finally figured out the highly succubus-like methods Ayeon had used.
“Then who did this!”
“Ah, I have no idea.”
After confirming the white woman’s account number, she must have relayed it over the phone.
Then immediately gave instructions to the succubi to make the deposits.
Through voice phishing succubi, or perhaps broker succubi, and so on.
[……It seems both succubi and hunters say the same things, don’t they?]
‘But at least succubi pay taxes, which makes them much better.’
Thanks to that, the bank must have caught on to the suspicious deposits and promptly placed a hold.
To lift such a hold, it would be impossible over the phone.
Even visiting the bank directly would be no walk in the park.
Especially if you’re currently abroad, it would be nearly impossible.
“Still, if there’s cash, you should be able to last until your departure, right?”
“I’ve used all of it on this horse race!”
“Oh? That’s truly unfortunate.”
Ultimately, despair she couldn’t shake off cloaked the white woman.
In that moment, Ayeon patted the woman’s shoulder.
Then, with a smile that remained unchanged, offered a new proposal.
“Well, how about working at my shop now?”
“I would never work at such a place!”
In the face of despair, her pride seemed unbreakable.
“Then can I assume you’ll survive until you can return?”
“……I have a party…so somehow…”
Slowly, cracks began to form in the walls of that pride.
“Aren’t they hunters?”
“Well, that’s correct…”
With just a little prodding, she seemed moments away from collapsing.
Not the sturdy, magnificent wall of Wall Street.
But rather, she felt like a fragile wall that could collapse at any moment.
And as Ayeon began to push slowly against the cracked pride…
“Do you really think the hunters would protect someone without money?”
“……Uh…uh…”
“Just staying…no, merely being alive would be a miracle, wouldn’t it?”
Beneath the unseen, dark abyss.
“If a Wall Street native were to die in a foreign land, it would be a terrible tragedy.”
“……It…wouldn’t…”
“One could not even guarantee that the remains would make it back to their family.”
“…….”
Ayan’s succubus-like insistence was truly insidious, sticky, and flawless.
It was like the snake’s sweet yet deadly whisper tempting the forbidden fruit.
In the end, she succumbed to that whisper and reached out.
“……Can I start working immediately…?”
“Using honorifics is basic. And aren’t you in the position to ask?”
Taking the fruit that one could never retreat from.
“……Can…I start…right away…?”
“Well thought out. Conveniently, there’s a desk available.”
“Only as an experienced worker… though…”
[I guess that’s the desk-type employee scenario.]
‘Why has it taken this long for you to start speaking nonsense, f*ck.’
Of course, even in such a situation, Ayeon showed no signs of compromise.
“Unfortunately, there’s no open spots, so until the contract ends, you’ll be a newbie on probation.”
“Th-that’s too…”
“If you don’t like it, you can quit. There are plenty of other people who can work.”
“…….If that’s the case, please let me stay.”
In the end, the bargaining fell solely on the white woman.
“If sales are lacking, the contract will be forcibly extended, so keep that in mind.”
“Yes……Boss…”
With that, Ayeon began to lead the white woman away from us.
“Dear, I will return shortly.”
“…….Yeah…”
Leaving behind an unnaturally beautiful, lethal, and dangerous smile.
‘So now she’s gone from Wall Street to just the street.’
[So this is the Street Magician Arietta.]
‘Ah, f*ck, why that of all things.’
A once-high wizard from the lofty heights of Wall Street.
But now she was simply a human, walking weakly like ordinary people.
Heading down the path she could never have known from up so high.
