<Hmm… So, about the director…>
No, wait. With a sigh in his voice, Saetbyeol muttered,
<Damn. I’m starting to have an identity crisis. Even though Michael clearly spoke, every important detail was followed by a message saying access was denied.>
I nodded.
“Michael didn’t seem like a bad Constellation, but… that doesn’t mean I can fully trust him either. I’ve already been put through the wringer by an angel before. So I wanted to ask you properly.”
<Well, don’t compare him to Enoch. My brother isn’t obsessed with extreme order like Enoch is. He’s more about maintaining balance… A personality that really suits the role of a middle manager.>
Saetbyeol spoke with a complicated look, glancing around.
We were sitting under the parasol in the courtyard.
The outer wall of the building blocked the view outside. In the garden lining the wall, the seeds of Han Iro’s new plant friends were beginning to sprout.
It was mid-winter, and the chill crept in. The parasol flapped in the wind, and I pulled my padded jacket tighter.
With five members and one Constellation living together, finding a private place to talk wasn’t easy. Of course, Saetbyeol and I could communicate through our minds, but for now, we needed a face-to-face, vocal conversation.
‘That expression…’
Being able to read Saetbyeol’s face any time—that was what mattered.
‘…He definitely knows something.’
Maybe I picked it up from Han Iro, who often interpreted feelings from facial expressions. I’d started doing the same with Saetbyeol.
‘Come to think of it, he’s not good at hiding his expressions either.’
‘As expected of my Constellation…’ I thought.<Michael is the one who defeated me.>
Saetbyeol’s voice turned solemn.
<That means Michael’s authority is the highest among angels. He has stood by Papa’s side since the beginning of creation. Alongside me.>
“…Well, I knew that much. He’s one of the most powerful Constellations, right?”
<Most powerful…?>
Saetbyeol smirked.
<That phrase doesn’t quite make sense. When you reach the level that Michael and I have, power no longer matters. The only one who could harm us is Papa himself. What I mean isn’t about power levels.>
It’s about authority, he added.
“…Authority.”
That’s right. I remembered.
According to Mika, only The Savior Who Is One and All could set access permissions. The problem was, the one being blocked wasn’t some low-tier minor Constellation.
It’s not weird for a CEO to control a regular employee’s work, but if a vice president isn’t even allowed access to certain company secrets? That’s suspicious.
<If a Seraph like Michael is denied access to information…>
Saetbyeol folded his arms.
<…That’s even better.>
“I agree.”
I smiled.
If even Michael couldn’t speak about it, that meant it had to be classified S-rank. Just like how S-rank Gates were rare, S-rank secrets were few. With that, we could begin to guess at Aiden’s true identity.<There are only three types of information that Michael cannot reveal to creations.>
Three types.
Alright.
That meant one of them had to be connected to Aiden, or to The Mother Who Burns for Eternity. Maybe even both.
I kept quiet and listened.
First, Saetbyeol said,<Information about heroes.>
“…Heroes?”
I tilted my head.
<Why the reaction? Surprised to hear such an outdated word? Even I feel a little cringe saying it.>
“Well, that’s part of it… but mostly, I just can’t picture Aiden being connected to the word ‘hero.’”
Saetbyeol chuckled.
<Those born with the fate to shape history are called heroes. People like Hercules or Joan of Arc. At the same time, it can also refer to villains. The point is, they moved history. And history must move in order for the lives of creations to be renewed. So even villains serve a purpose in this world.>
“You guys are way too indifferent to human life…”
<If it’s not enough to provoke a demonic invasion, we don’t consider it a catastrophe. Even if animals die in droves, it’s just a one-night headline for humans. This is the same idea.>
“…When you put it like that, I can’t even argue.”
<You should argue. You’re a mere creature, not a Constellation. Be a little more stubborn about that.>
“Now that just makes it worse…”
I sighed.
“So… mentioning the fate of a hero could risk triggering something? That’s why it’s forbidden?”
<Prophecy doesn’t exist to prevent tragedy. It merely leads things toward it. The Three Sisters of Fate are some of the nastiest personalities among the Constellations.>
You’re no walk in the park either…
That line almost slipped out, but I just nodded silently.
Second, Saetbyeol continued,<Conflicts between Constellations.>
“You mean fights among them?”
He nodded.
<Informing creatures of infighting among Constellations is strictly forbidden. Once, a greenhorn minor Constellation leaked something, and the Crusades broke out. That one fell to Hell, just like me.>
“Makes sense. So many wars in history were caused by religious differences…”<You understand quickly. As expected of my contractor.>
And finally, the third.
<The third is…>
Turning his head slightly, Saetbyeol murmured softly.
<…The birth of a new Constellation.>
A few days later, Laurea’s official social media account was launched.
Laurea
Musician / Band
Official Laurea Outstagram
“Looks like they’re finally starting activities.”
Thinking that, Choi Suyeon quickly swiped across her phone screen.
…She had waited so long.
After the press conference, all that came were watered-down articles rehashing the same info. Nothing new—just the same phrases repeated endlessly.
Naturally, reactions were terrible.
— Honestly, silence would be better than this half-baked coverage.
ㄴ Can they at least change the pictures?
ㄴ Seriously, if I see the press conference photos again, I’ll lose it
Lazy entertainment reporters just kept recycling the same pictures and clickbait speculation.
But now, the official account had opened.
Along with it came a stream of teaser images hinting at the debut song’s concept.
“They said the theme was a world without Constellations…”
Suyeon recalled what Min Heejae had said at the press conference.
A world without Constellations.
She couldn’t imagine it.
Most people probably couldn’t either. The world had been exposed to the presence of Constellations for too long. Maybe that’s why expectations for the debut concept were so high.
CYB seemed to be aware of that too, as they were teasing the theme in a much more direct way than usual.
“Let’s analyze this.”
Suyeon began picking apart the photos.
Each member had a three-part post: left and right showed front and back photos, and the middle showed a silhouetted figure.
Each silhouette bore the Laurea logo, drawn with a brushstroke style, along with the phrase “Do you believe in God?” beneath it.
“Starting from the bottom…”
The lowest row belonged to Jeong Noeul.
His light see-through shadow perm and soft pinkish dye gave him a mischievous vibe.
The silhouette showed someone holding a basketball, mid-jump shot.
“…Is he a basketball player?”
Suyeon tilted her head.
If so, wouldn’t someone tall like Madojin fit better?
Noeul’s body moved with energy, but his height—175 cm—made him the shortest member, though his good proportions helped mask it.
Next was Min Heejae.
He had toned down his previous blue-tinted hair, slicked it back neatly, and wore lensless glasses.
“Glasses suit him…”
The silhouette showed someone holding a magnifying glass forward.
“…Detective?”
That was her first thought.
Above Heejae was Madojin.
His formerly pomaded hair was now down, and the light caught in his eyes gave them an ethereal blue glow.
“He used to look kind of sharp…”
But with his bangs down, he looked much softer.
His silhouette was easy to read.
It showed his back, with small angel wings sketched in.
“An angel.”
What else could it be?
Above Madojin, Han Iro beamed brightly.
“He’s really starting to resemble Rowen…”
Despite his cold features, his smile fit him perfectly. Even while smiling, he never lost his charisma.
His ash-purple hair now reached the nape of his neck.
“And the middle photo…”
He was hugging a bundle of long-stemmed flowers—likely sunflowers.
“Hard to tell from that alone…”
But considering the other silhouettes hinted at professions requiring expertise—
“…Florist?”
That seemed likely.
“Last is Eunyul…”
Ryu Eunyul hadn’t changed much in style.
His pale skin stood out starkly against his dark hair, and he wore a faint, awkward smile.
But that wasn’t the point.
In the middle of his row, the silhouette…
“…Can’t make it out.”
There were two figures, standing back-to-back.
Unlike the others, no specific objects or details were highlighted.
If anything stood out—
“It’s that there are two people.”
But that alone told her nothing.
A reflection in a mirror.
A dream-self.
So many guesses, but no certainties.
“Haa…”
Suyeon sighed, staring blankly at the ever-climbing follower count.
“You guys must be getting tired of waiting.”
She muttered, resting her head on her desk.
In the following days, articles about the debut continued to flood the web. Occasional updates came, but little was confirmed.
Just as the impatience of fans reached a breaking point—
A headline popped up on the portal site.
[‘CYB Male Idol Division’ Laurea to Debut December 20th (Official)]
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