The Civil Servant Who Conceals Her Power Is Too Good at Possession Chapter 11

Twins born on the same day, bearing the same face.

 

Kang Ilyeon and Kang Wolyeon.

 

They became each other’s weakness not long after birth, when their parents died inside an illegal dungeon operated by the chairman of Jeongmun High School.

 

Since they died while engaged in illegal activities, their parents’ deaths were naturally treated as unexplained disappearances, and the twins were taken in by the Chairman. 

 

He had coveted the two children, who, after being exposed to intense mana within the dungeon, could handle mana from an early age.

 

And of the two, the chairman’s eyes gleamed more sharply at Kang Ilyeon’s talent.

 

Kang Ilyeon was a world-class S-rank crafting-type hunter.

 

From childhood, as Ilyeon produced extraordinary items, the chairman crossed lines he never should have crossed with children.

 

He made them each other’s weakness.

 

“Wolyeon. Ilyeon is very sick. The medicine is expensive, and hard to obtain. We’d have to take on some fairly dangerous work to get it….”

 

Throughout the novel, Kang Wolyeon was described as harboring inferiority and superiority complexes, jealousy and envy toward his twin brother—yet he also repeatedly said that he couldn’t live without Kang Ilyeon.

 

That ambiguous, clinging emotion where love and hatred mix.

 

‘Then I’ll do anything. Please save Ilyeon.’ 

 

To save Kang Ilyeon, Kang Wolyeon lived as the chairman’s dog.

 

He poured all his talent as an A-rank hunter into serving the chairman. Having witnessed unwanted deaths from childhood and grown up entangled in dirty crimes, he believed it was all because of Kang Ilyeon. So he resented him, and yet could never abandon him.

 

‘How must the younger brother feel, having watched all of that?’ 

 

I quietly observed Kang Ilyeon, who fidgeted restlessly before me.

 

In that fidgety appearance, I saw an overlap with Lee Yugyeom.

 

‘Noona, where did they go?’

 

The uneasy eyes that had looked up at me in our parents’ funeral hall.

 

‘Ah, this feels strange.’

 

Seeing a character from a novel in person, they didn’t simply look like a villain—

 

‘He looks like a real person.’

 

A strange feeling rose up inside me.

 

It felt especially so because this guy was around the same age as my younger brother, Lee Yugyeom. 

 

Avoiding my gaze as though uncomfortable, Kang Ilyeon asked,

 

“Wolyeon… Are you someone Wolyeon sent?”

 

“Not exactly. But I met Wolyeon recently.”

 

Kang Ilyeon’s eyes sparkled.

 

“Really? Is school fun? How’s he doing? When is he coming to see me?”

 

As if he’d forgotten his earlier discomfort, he looked straight at me.

 

Stretching his neck forward, revealing red, mottled wounds across the back of it.

 

Clear evidence of abuse.

 

These brothers were each other’s weakness.

 

While Kang Wolyeon acted as the chairman’s dog outside, Kang Ilyeon tirelessly crafted the items the chairman demanded, trying to lighten his brother’s burden.

 

All the while being periodically injected with addictive dungeon byproducts the chairman called “medicine.”

 

And when he failed during crafting, he was beaten for wasting precious materials.

 

Still, Kang Ilyeon’s future was somewhat better than Wolyeon’s. Later, he would receive something resembling salvation—or exploitation—from the protagonist and eventually end up doing relatively positive work.

 

“Wolyeon can’t come see you.”

 

At my words, Kang Ilyeon’s face twisted.

 

“Why? Is it because he hates me? Is it because I hit him before? There was some blood… but… he got treated right away… I wasn’t in my right mind then… because the medicine was running low… The Chairman has to give me the medicine…”

 

Abnormal reaction.

 

‘It’s withdrawal symptoms.’

 

I watched Kang Ilyeon as he repeatedly scratched his body and spoke. 

 

“Wolyeon killed someone.”

 

“…?”

 

For a moment, his face stiffened.

 

Then relaxed again.

 

“So what? Did he get caught?”

 

Is the “getting caught” part the point?!

 

A chill crept down my spine at how casually he treated the crime.

 

He might be my brother’s age, but this one had grown up stripped of ordinary humanity.

 

I decided to pull myself together after that moment of distraction.

 

‘If necessary, I’ll use my skill.’

 

I’m the owner of an EX-rank skill now.

 

“He was caught by the Hunter Investigation Bureau. At this rate, he’ll end up in prison.”

 

“Don’t be stupid. The Hunter Investigation Bureau can’t catch us. We’re the chairman’s sons! There’s no way we’d get caught by mere public servants—”

 

As a public servant, that statement infuriated me deeply. Even more so because it wasn’t entirely wrong.

 

I took the keyring out of my pocket and showed it to him.

 

The moment he saw it, Kang Ilyeon’s face hardened.

 

“How do you have Wolyeon’s? I gave that to him so he could come play here!”

 

“Because Kang Wolyeon was arrested by me.”

 

“…!”

 

The instant he heard that, Kang Ilyeon bolted toward a call device in the room.

 

It seemed he’d instantly concluded I was an investigator.

 

And naturally, that attempt was easily stopped by my kick.

 

Thwack!

 

The side kick landed cleanly.

 

Though he was an S-rank crafting type, Kang Ilyeon’s base physical stats were significantly lowered by his addiction right now.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

He collapsed from the kick, writhing in what seemed like unbearable pain.

 

Even minor pain felt amplified under withdrawal.

 

Looking down at him on the floor, I said,

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

A flicker of guilt threatened to rise.

 

I held it back.

 

“It hurts! It hurts so much—ahhh!”

 

“The person who died because of Kang Wolyeon must have hurt like this too.”

 

If he’s my brother’s age, then all the more reason this cannot be allowed.

 

Because real education can sometimes be painful. 

 

Because no matter how young someone is, they have to learn how to treat a person as a person.

 

At my words, he glared at me.

 

“Wolyeon doesn’t kill people.”

 

“That’s a lie. There’s evidence.”

 

I pressed further, provoking the fury in his eyes.

 

“Kang Wolyeon’s mana was detected on the dagger-shaped item you made. And there were only two people at the scene.” 

 

I mixed in a bit of a lie, but it couldn’t be helped.

 

“And you said it yourself, didn’t you?”

 

I looked down at him.

 

“You asked if he got caught. Doesn’t that imply it wouldn’t be strange if Kang Wolyeon killed someone? That was a helpful statement. Based on your words, I’ll make sure Kang Wolyeon is—”

 

“No! Wolyeon doesn’t kill people! And even if he did, he would never get caught!”

 

His faith in his brother was almost painful.

 

If it could be called faith at all.

 

“It’s that b*stard Hojin who’s always causing trouble. That crazy b*stard….”

 

Gradually calming, though still trembling, Kang Ilyeon pushed himself up slightly.

 

“That lunatic kept coveting the dagger Wolyeon uses… So I made him an identical one.”

 

“…!”

 

Bingo.

 

That means there’s another weapon matching the victim’s wounds!

 

In the novel, it only mentioned that Wolyeon’s first murder was a false accusation—it never went into this detail.

 

“Where is it?”

 

“If the chairman finds out I told you, he’ll be angry. The chairman is great. He knows everything.”

 

Then it happened.

 

Kang Ilyeon began showing clear signs of distress.

 

His eyes darted wildly, hands clawing at his own head.

 

‘Damn it.’

 

If staff members came running now, it’d be over. In this condition, he couldn’t carry on a proper conversation.

 

There was only one option.

 

‘The Inner Thought Earbud.’

 

Use it.

 

I slipped the earbud into my ear and prepared to activate it on Kang Ilyeon.

 

That was when—

 

Crash—!

 

A deafening explosion struck my ears.

 

The next instant,

 

The wall collapsed.

 

As if heavy machinery had smashed straight through the subspace.

 

An immense roar, and where the wall had stood remained only rubble.

 

Amid the debris, a man in sunglasses stepped forward.

 

Thud.

 

The staff member called Alex earlier dropped limply like a sheet of paper among the rubble.

 

The man nudged Alex’s fallen body with his foot, then slowly walked toward us.

 

He removed his sunglasses and looked down at me and Kang Ilyeon.

 

Sharp eyes, thin lips that stretched wide when he smiled, a black piercing in one ear.

 

‘A delinquent-style handsome man that matches the illustration exactly…!’

 

Choi Woojin.

 

The protagonist of the original story.

 

And those sunglasses were an item he frequently wore!

 

Item: “True Sight Glasses”

 

-Removes the veil from anything seen, revealing the truth.

 

My face behind the mask will also be visible to Choi Woojin wearing the sunglasses. 

 

But he doesn’t know my real face anyway, so it’s fine.

 

Let’s stay calm… 

 

The moment my hand unconsciously rose toward my face,

 

The Inner Thought Earbud I was holding activated.

 

A voice sounded in my ear.

 

Choi Woojin’s inner thoughts.

 

[Lee Yuji.]

 

…!

 

He knows my name.

 

[A lot of things are getting tangled up because of you in this life.]

 

In this life?

 

Did we cross paths in our previous life? I’m nothing more than a nameless extra…?

 

[Since it’s come to this… should I take Kang Ilyeon along too?]

 

A dangerous smile flickered across Choi Woojin’s face.

 

In the original, Choi Woojin rescued Kang Ilyeon and, under the pretext of curing his addiction, kept making him craft items.

 

‘But that was much later! Why is this so early?’

 

The timing was different, but what Choi Woojin was about to do to Kang Il-yeon now was “kidnapping.” 

 

And he intended to do the same to me.

 

[This looks like it’ll be fun.]

 

No, it’s not fun!