Chapter 21 – 21
The ice cream shop called ‘Bero Bero’ was a place that had appeared in the novel. It was a shop mentioned when describing the scenery of downtown Silon; the claim that he had heard of it in Norden was a lie.
How could the name of an ice cream shop in far-off Silon have spread all the way to Norden? As Courtney had said, it was a popular shop with long lines, so as long as he finished his business quickly and returned, he wouldn’t have to worry about missing her.
Strolling leisurely into the plaza, Euro gazed at the massive fountain, a famous landmark of Silon. Just as described in the novel, a mermaid statue stood in the center of the grand fountain, with water pouring from the jar she held.
It was indeed a beautiful sight, but Euro hadn’t come here just to admire a fountain. His business lay with a certain clown who performed tricks in a designated spot in front of the fountain.
“He really is there.”
Euro let out a hollow laugh upon spotting the clown from a distance. Children were gathered in front of the clown, who was juggling pins that looked like bowling pins.
Watching closely, the clown’s juggling skills were abysmal. [Read on Read BL Novels]Far from catching the pins he ambitiously threw up, he was getting hit Read on Read BL Novelson the head by every single one of them.
The children watching the scene laughed at the pathetic display and soon began to kick the clown, who was curled up and clutching his head.
“Hey, you idiot! When are you ever going to get better!”
“You can’t even make them spin three times, you moron!”
The clown, lying flat on the street and taking the hits as they came, offered no resistance. Unable to watch any longer, Euro muttered to himself as he approached.
“He’s really giving it his all, just as you’d expect from a dragon. No wonder he couldn’t be found.”
Then, he shouted toward the children who were excitedly beating the clown.
“Hey, stop it! You shouldn’t hit people.”
At Euro’s shout, the children stopped kicking and turned their heads. Simultaneously, the clown, who had been bowing his head, lowered the hands covering his head and gazed at Euro.
‘Why does he live like this?’
Euro was genuinely curious. Forget about treating Melione’s madness; he felt like grabbing the man, buying him a beer, and conducting an in-depth interview to see if being beaten was actually his hobby.
For someone who was a dragon to polymorph and spend his time pretending to be a clown and getting beaten by children—even if polymorphing was a “loser-life trial version,” this was too much.
Could it be that Euro just didn’t know, and polymorphing was actually a sort of random gacha?
Perhaps there was a set probability: 0.083% chance to be born a noble, 3.195% chance to be a commoner, and a 96.722% chance to live as a loser clown getting his skull cracked while juggling in a plaza… maybe that’s what he had rolled.
Euro walked slowly and stood before the clown. Seeing Euro’s attire, the children quickly realized he was a noble and ran away with a collective “Wah!” without a word of reply.
‘Nice, class system.’
Euro cheered inwardly. Honestly, his confidence in winning a fight against a pack of scary [stolen content]children [visit our site]was converging toward zero.
“Hey, are you hurt anywhere?”
Even if he looked like a loser on the surface, he was still a dragon. Even if a group of children jumped him and beat him up, it probably wouldn’t hurt much.
Or maybe it did. Since his shell was perfectly human, it must have hurt. The fact that he just took it meant he was either going easy on them because they were children, or he had truly become a loser due to a failed gacha roll.
“Th-thank you.”
The clown—no, the dragon—took the hand Euro offered and stood up, bowing his head deeply. Even in this situation, he maintained his clumsy concept and couldn’t even meet Euro’s eyes properly.
Slowly examining the dragon’s appearance, Euro sighed inwardly. Clothes made of patched-together colorful fabrics, and a clown hat with three cones drooping in different directions.
‘…Are those leggings?’
Yes. The dragon wasn’t crazy. If anything, the fact that he visit our sitelived like this was all [stolen content]due to the author’s settings.
[This is Han Yudam’s Q&A box.]
Hello, Author! I’m a reader who enjoyed the novel <Leches>. I heard the news that the work is being turned into a musical ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Huge congratulations!
The reason I’m asking is that I became curious after seeing the settings regarding Melione that you posted on SNS recently.
I wonder, how did the dragon live after casting the curse? Was he watching the Spioren Dukedom from somewhere? Or did he live pretending not to know them at all? I’m so curious if Melione could have found the dragon if he had tried to search for him…
[Answer (Han Yudam)]
Thank you for enjoying the work. To answer your question, the dragon was closer than you’d think.
Since he cast such a curse, he would have been watching from nearby. I believe he changed his status and appearance several times to witness the curse passing through generations.
There’s an academy in Silon, right? Since he’s lived a long time and is intelligent, he [Read on Read BL Novels]probably lived as an [unauthorized copy]academy professor, and when he got bored of that, he might have tried being a merchant.
Since he’s had experience teaching students, being an orphanage director would be worth a try… (Wouldn’t people just accept it if someone suddenly appeared in such a profession?) In the end, my thought is that he eventually became a clown.
Who would dare imagine a dragon living as a clown? There would be no better profession to hide well until the end without being caught, while watching the downfall of the Spioren Family. Moreover, wouldn’t it feel a bit like mocking them? After all, the dragon sincerely wished for the Spioren Family’s ruin.
‘Do you really think so?’ Euro wanted to ask the author. The dragon, having become a clown, was in no position to mock anyone. Just who is mocking whom while wearing colored leggings? Whose head did this setting come from?
‘This isn’t a violation of human rights; it’s a violation of dragon rights.’
Euro couldn’t stop the sighs that kept leaking out. Seeing him wearing those leggings as if they were actual clothes reminded Euro of his own days in a failed idol group—the kind of debut that fans from the distant past wouldn’t even count as a debut.
The name of his debut group, created by a hole-in-the-wall agency, was ‘Charisma.’ He had been a literal “underground idol,” touring nameless events in the countryside or opening ceremonies for meat restaurants.
It was a group that directly reflected the CEO’s wish for them to become a charismatic boy group.
Charisma debuted as a seven-member group, but as the members hit a wall of reality every time they performed at an unknown event in some remote mountain [unauthorized copy]valley or a BBQ joint opening, they deserted visit our siteone by one. By the time they were on the verge of disbanding, only three members remained.
And one of those three who stayed until the end was Kim Euro himself.
One set of costumes, one song. Even that was funded by the CEO selling his house; considering how house prices skyrocketed afterward, Euro thought the man would have made more money just by holding onto the property.
The costumes the CEO had provided back then were exactly like this. The group name was Charisma, but the clothes looked like rags haphazardly stitched together from a clothing donation bin.
The way they wore them with pride was enough to put street performers at a traditional market to shame. The fan-cams taken back then followed Euro relentlessly.
[Look at this, Kim Euro, who ranked 26th in this survival show, is actually from a total flop-dol group.]
[@0o%0o% He’s practically a clown, f*ck. Just go naked instead.]
[@0o%0o% He didn’t even do a farewell broadcast, crazy b*tch ㅡㅡ Take this down, this doesn’t even earn sympathy votes.]
Fans of trainees from proper agencies or idols who debuted with some support would complain every time a [stolen content]stage costume looked tacky during survival missions.
But no matter what clothes Euro wore, no one said such things. He himself was always satisfied with his outfits. He felt that if he could debut again and dress to this extent, he would have nothing more to envy in the world.
Anyone who had lived a life singing songs like ‘Passionate Kiss! I’ll take you tonight, on the bed!’ into a cheap karaoke machine or low-end audio equipment, facing a grandfather who had zero interest in him, would feel the same.
The dragon spoke first, noticing Euro’s eyes growing red as he stared.
“Um, are you alright?”
Euro snapped back to his senses at that voice. He had become overwhelmed with emotion, his own sad past resurfacing due to the dragon’s pitiful appearance.
“I wish you’d think a bit before creating things. You should consider the feelings of the one being created.”
“Pardon? I don’t know what you mean by that.”
“Nothing, nothing. I just suddenly got sad.”
So this is what it feels like when tears blur your vision. It wasn’t that the dragon’s appearance was funny; it was so sad that he couldn’t look at him straight.
‘Do you really have to go this far to see the end of a curse? If it were me, I’d just release the damn curse and live my own life, f*ck!’ The words practically screamed themselves.
Euro struggled to calm his surging emotions. Yes, if he thought about it, this could be a stroke of luck for him.
Because the man looked so utterly wretched, it would be plausible to persuade him by asking, ‘What meaning does living like this possibly have for you?’
Right now, the dragon was living according to the novel’s settings, but Euro felt that if he met him consistently and fixed his mindset, he would have a good chance of success.
“Sorry for saying something strange. I was lost in thought. But why are you just taking the hits without avoiding them? And there’s not a single person stopping them…”
“The profession of a clown is just like that. The children just feel comfortable with me. It might look a bit violent, but you could say we’re just playing together.”
The dragon gave a bright smile unauthorized copywhile saying something Read on Read BL Novelsthat made no sense. Seeing that, Euro made up his mind even more firmly.
‘This won’t do. This bastard’s job satisfaction seems higher than I thought.’
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