The Foreigner on the Periphery

Blair Campbell had a firm conviction. The most adorable creature in all dimensions was the dragon. She subscribed to all channels related to dragons on YouTube and bought and collected all kinds of creations featuring dragons. Even in the world where he regularly uploaded his own illustrations to social media accounts made under a pseudonym, he was also a name of his own.  

She said it was simple why she loved dragons so much. This was because it was beautiful and great. Taking this into consideration, her achievement of serving the highest-ranking dragon in Korea by her side was literally a virtue match.  

"Chairman, this is the Jenkinson Welfare Foundation's letter of recommendation for new business promotion in the Oak community."  

Jenkinson, who was looking at the computer screen with a slight frown, reached out his hand without turning his head. As he handed her papers over to him, Blair felt sorry for him.  

‘It would be nice if there was a place in the office building where the president could do business with the main body.'

Of course, there was such a space in Rare, but Jenkinson preferred to meet his men only in the office space specified in the employment contract, rather than calling his men over to his house. It was an employer with a clear distinction between public and private. Because of this, Blair didn’t have many chances to see Jenkinson’s magnificent body. It was a very disappointing thing for her to be a dragon fan.  

Jenkinson, who was flipping through the papers, asked. "Even if we bought all the schools and companies that Red Star was running, the budget would only cost this?"  

Jenkinson’s idea was to fill the void of the already disintegrating Red Star with a welfare foundation he owned. The foundation, which had rarely operated for its original purpose since its establishment, was finally trying to find its place. The real reason he founded the foundation was to take advantage of a blind spot in the domestic law that did not place a limit on the political support of non-profit foundations.  

Jenkinson was interested in governing, but he was not interested in taking office. He flatly rejected the invitations of his men to run for president, he said.  

‘I can exert a strong enough influence if I just keep my position right now. Isn’t that better than the presidency? I don’t have to walk around the market begging for a handshake every five years.’  

It wasn’t coveted. The current chairmanship was an attractive throne where there was no need to worry about a term, impeachment, or re-election. Even if he did not run for politics, one of the means to influence society was the aforementioned foundation. Among the powerful presidential and general election candidates, there were a few who had not tasted the political support of the Red Dragon.  

It was also a reality that the president, who was already in the fifth term, could not easily refuse Jenkinson’s request. A portion of the Foundation’s money, which had been working well for that purpose, was going to flow into the Orc community from now on. He finally decided to take care of the sick sheep who had been neglected beyond the fence of the ranch. Before another dangerous instigator appears to possess them.  

"We cannot just take over the existing schools and the relief supply chain. You have to pour in an amount that is several times that. So that the words that the old days were better do not come out."  

Red Star’s reputation among the Orcs had already fallen, but there are also human poor who do not feel any antagonism. Memories would soon be glorified, and those who missed the Red Star will appear. There was no guarantee that a second red star would not appear, digging into such a psychological gap.  

“Alright.”  

Jenkinson turned the page. "What about Kim Kwang-woo's companies?"  

They drove away the Red Star and became the leaders of the slums, enjoying the three days of heaven and retreating. A video that appeared to have been filmed before Kim Kwang-woo’s death was circulated. The old Orc was making a confession of conscience with a haggard face. The contents of the will, recorded on video, shocked many.  

The public was not astonished by his confession that the legitimate companies he operated were Orc gang money. That was because everyone who knew it already knew it.

People were surprised by the fact that the video was being circulated freely without stopping the government officials who fed the gang money. Behind it, of course, the dragon’s breath worked. Relying on the will of the Red Dragon, who thought that the Orc gang was no longer needed, the police who stood by them began an investigation, arrested the executives of the undercover company one after another, and shattered the corporations.  

The Orc gang, whose money was cut off, was slowly disintegrating. "The company is almost finished, but the problem is the status of the Orcs who belonged to the gang."  

We couldn’t put all of those people in jail, and there was a limit to hiring Jenkinson’s private security company. Most of the Orcs whose sins they had committed so far were neither too heavy nor too light. Jenkinson was contemplating how to deal with them, who were the actual heads of households in the slums.  

"This part cannot be sharpened right now. Take your time and think about it."  

"Yes, Chairman."  

"And… Another thing I did?"  

Jenkinson put a report on the Welfare Foundation aside. Then, with a stiff expression, Blair began reporting the progress of the investigation to find the spy.  

***  

Ha Eun-seong hated dragons.

So far, there were only two dragons that they had met face-to-face, but one of them showed a very bad character and behavior, so his perception of dragons was fixed as ‘extremely hateful.'  

It was ironic indeed that Ha Eun-seong was now imprisoned in a dragon’s body. At first, he was embarrassed every time he looked in the mirror, but now he was slowly getting used to it. To be specific, he had acclimatized enough to be able to operate freely without breaking the remote control anymore, lying comfortably on the slime bed.  

=Ah, I’ve seen all of this.=  

The fried Sojeonggang was rubbing the bones and pressing the remote control button. He was imprisoned for over a week in a secret room in the basement of Minjun's shopping mall. He didn’t even dare to try the option of escaping into a spirit state.  

Just as Minjun told him to quietly spend every day in the basement. The agent wasn’t a cold person, so he installed a TV here. It was even a smart TV. Thanks to this, Ha Eun-seong was able to continue the 12-season mid-season with Netflix until the end.  

Chewing on the bones, Ha Eun-seong evaluated the work he had just seen. Dramas depicting the activities of special police forces made up of talented people were often praised for their hyper-realism, which meticulously verified the magic and superpowers that exist in reality.  

For such a thing, Ha Eun-seong thought that the historical evidence on ghosts was not very good. In particular, the scene where the ghost, the only witness to the murder, was possessed by an ordinary lawyer, not a psychic, and testified in the courtroom for more than 10 minutes was enough to cause laughter.

  = Yes, I am. What kind of ghost in the world possesses ordinary people for more than 10 minutes?=

Immediately after sounding a mental wave like self-talk, Ha Eun-seong realized the contradiction in his words.  

= Hmm.=  

It had been a week since he borrowed the power of my talents and took over a body that was not even a spirit medium, but there was no rejection. Ha Eun-seong was afraid that this would happen when he was Ji Seon-kyung. With this loathsome dragon’s body, he had no desire to live long.  

Contrary to popular belief, not all ghosts aspired to be resurrected. When one were to lose their appetite, sexual desire, and sleep at the moment of death, the desire to see something more interesting than the desire to move the body, the desire to find emotional stability, and the desire not to disappear by maintaining the spiritual body take precedence.  

Ha Eun-seong then hesitated and spoke to his inner self. = Hey, uncle? =  

Ha Eun-seong called for the soul of a dragon who shared a body. Minjun said there was still a lot of time left, but he wondered if he could recover quickly.  

= Uncle. Are you on your mind? Uncle!=  

If his body had grown this much, he would have passed at least fifty. From Ha Eun-seong’s point of view, he was an uncle. By human standards, the dragon was middle-aged, and by the standards of her kin, the young blue dragon still hadn’t woken up, and of course there was no answer.

Ha Eun-seong gave up. = Oh, I don’t know. It’ll be fine. =  

He didn’t think there was any need to worry too much. At least, there was no sign of being trapped in the body as in the case of Ji Seon-kyung. This was because Ha Eun-seong did not have access to the dragon’s memory stored in this body at all.  

= As long as you don’t suddenly come up with memories you’ve never experienced before, you can rest assured.=  

As long as the safety and livelihood of the younger brothers were guaranteed through legal transactions, there was nothing else to worry about. With that in mind, Ha Eun-seong moved the remote control and started to select the next video.  

A reality show stood out. It was an observational variety show that filmed what happened after a young Orc man and woman who had entered heat were driven into a luxurious resort. A fight to steal a partner, a passionate love affair that was not conscious of the camera, and beautiful men and women of other races who suddenly broke in in the middle of the season and overthrow the hierarchy.  

He thought it would be fun just watching the trailer. Ha Eun-seong played episode 1. And soon after, her worries were completely forgotten and immersed.  

***  

Minjun had no choice but to admit it. Before he lost his memory, he must have slaughtered and sold dragons. Still, the confusion was unavoidable. He had knowledge of the matrilineal monarchy of the Stanians. They formed such a culture about a thousand years ago.  

That meant that Minjun was active until a thousand years ago. However, Minjun also had memories before the beginning of history. How old was this memory? He had no record to use as a standard, so he could not estimate the time.  

This raised another question. How long had he been there?  

‘The times don’t fit…’  

As he was thinking about it, he heard someone knock on the door. He turned his head and said, "Come in."  

The door then opened and a young man in sunglasses stuck out his head. He then asked in a cautious voice. "Excuse me, are you Agent Lee Minjun…?"  

“Yes. Please sit here." The vaguely pointed ears catch my eye. half-elf. He was a client who made an appointment today to meet. Minjun usually did not receive requests from outside the government, but there were exceptions.  

The client was his or her acquaintance or asked through an acquaintance. The former Oh Man-sik also ended in tragedy, but if he had formally requested the quest, he would have pretended not to win.  

He was also taking care of a relationship decades ago, and if the person who asked for a favor was Kathy, who was currently working with him, it was a reason enough not to refuse. And to add to it, it was also because Minjun was pretty free these days.  

The goblin DNA collection was being carried out by Jenkinson, who snatched Changcheon’s data, and the talent extraction magic circle was being produced by the research team under Ko Ryong according to the blueprint handed over by Minjun.  

Of course, in terms of machines, they were fragments that correspond to parts, and they did not even know what they were making. It was up to Minjun to put it together later. In any case, it was true that there was nothing to do until the parts subcontracted to them were completed.  

He looked at his opponent. As he recalled the story of Cathy introducing the client. ‘It was a childhood friend we went to kindergarten with…'  

After agreeing, he was able to find out more about her client through the phone call. The man sitting opposite him now is the 7th largest chaebol in Korea… No, since Changcheon was dead, he was the heir to the corporate group that would now be called the 6th chaebol.  

Edward Mitchum. Even after naturalizing in Korea like an elf, he was the eldest son of a family that kept the name he had received in America. ‘What the hell did a master of a decent family come here to ask for?’  

Edward hesitated as he tried to take off his sunglasses as if to show respect. Minjun, who understood the meaning of the action, said, "I am not interested in men. So, feel free to take it off."  

"Alright.”

With that, the client took off his sunglasses only after a conversation that was enough to cause misunderstanding by just hearing his voice. Then, Minjun came face to face with the peculiar eyes of a vampire character.  

Of course, the ‘enchantment’ effect didn't work for him at all. Even if Edward had been a woman, it would have been the same.  

"What would you like to order?"  

With that, the half elf said: Contrary to the way he hesitated when entering, he had a clear will and meaning. As soon as Minjun heard it, his thoughts turned to Cheong-tak.

"I will tell you straight up. I want you to find and kill an alien I nominate… and the children she gave birth to."