<Best> The Golden Siblings’ Crazy Fan Dispatch
This is the advance party.
We blitzed through the 130-chapter launch in just one day.
The male lead is completely crazy about her.
The female lead is totally tragic.
No-regret obsession, confinement, trash-can taste, delicious (★^
You won’t regret taking off (reading) either.
Ah, but there’s something strange…
What is this?
I was dazed, staring at the hallucination before my eyes.
Understandable, because letters were floating mid-air on a semi-transparent panel, like dragonfly wings.
Thanks to my family’s wealth, I’d seen plenty of strange things, but this was the first time I’d seen something not a window yet still see-through.
It must have taken not only craftsmanship but also a lot of money to make — yet most of the writing on it made no sense, leaving me even more baffled.
“I have no idea what it’s saying. Where did they rush off to that they need an advance party? Is this some kind of code…?”
I cautiously reached out my hand.
I tried to grab the panel with the writing, but my fingers only brushed through empty air.
I flinched hard.
Wide-eyed, trembling slightly, I waved my hand through the space again — but still, neither the panel nor the letters could be touched.
“What the heck…?”
There were only two explanations for something this absurd:
Either I’d gone insane, or a mad magician was playing tricks on me.
The idea that it was the work of someone with supernatural powers briefly crossed my mind, but I ruled that out.
‘There are only a handful of those, and they should all be in the imperial palace — there’s no reason for one to show up in our outlying estate.’
Since the first option — me being crazy — wasn’t exactly preferable either, I had no choice but to conclude it must be the second, feeling unjustly treated.
“Who are you? Why are you toying with me?”
I called out in a trembling voice to the crazy magician I imagined must be watching me, but no one appeared.
“Hello? Can you hear me?”
I desperately called out several more times, but whoever I was looking for never showed up.
“Milady? Did you call for me?”
Instead, my personal maid Ena entered the room with a puzzled look.
It seemed she had misunderstood because I kept calling out.
I waved my hand, about to say it was nothing, but then, just in case, I asked,
“Ena, do you see this?”
“See what?”
“This, right here,” I said, jabbing my finger toward the panel.
But Ena still just looked confused.
When she asked what I was talking about, I had no choice but to make something up.
“Uh… Dust. It’s glowing in rainbow colors.”
“Ah! There’s dust? But I cleaned yesterday! I’m sorry, milady. I’ll clean it again right away!”
In truth, it wasn’t dust that was glowing rainbow colors, but the strange panel…
Yet Ena, seemingly unable to see it, gasped and rushed out of the room in a panic.
Left alone, my mind went blank.
The more I thought about it, the more it felt like this wasn’t some magician’s prank but something much worse — my own hallucination.
Before long, Ena returned with a broom and various cleaning tools and, saying she needed to clean, kicked me out of the room.
Unfortunately, the panel followed me wherever I moved.
It was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
***
After getting kicked out of my room, I hid in my private study and inspected the panel.
It was a terrifying situation I couldn’t understand, but ignoring it wouldn’t make it disappear.
If I wanted to solve this, I had to face it head-on.
‘I can’t just go around asking if others can see it either…’
Otherwise, rumors would quickly spread that the Count of Estarote’s daughter had gone mad and was seeing hallucinations.
I had to resolve this myself.
The transparent panel was about the size of a few of my palms put together, roughly the size of a sheet of letter paper.
Which is why, at first, I thought someone might have used magic to send me a secret letter.
I racked my brain to analyze the mysterious writing.
“Golden Clan… Maybe it’s a wealthy family? If they sent an advance party, maybe they’re talking about pioneering some new territory?”
Could this be a letter intended for someone else that I received by mistake?
The cryptic, coded phrases made that seem plausible.
At any rate, I just hoped I wasn’t losing my mind.
While I was breaking down the letters one by one, searching for hidden meanings, I spotted a strange number at the bottom, beneath a half-finished sentence.
“What’s this ‘78’ about?”
What could that number be hinting at?
I have a habit of tapping on things when lost in thought, so without much thought, I reached out and tapped the number.
I expected my finger to pass through the panel again — but something surprising happened.
“Gasp!”
The panel, which until now had only a few sentences and lots of blank space, suddenly displayed new text, unrolling downward like a scroll.
[Golden Clan Crazy Siblings Fan Dispatch]
(Spoiler Warning)
The author either loves detailed settings too much, or they’re obsessed with making life hard for every character except the female lead.
They keep bringing up side characters instead of focusing on the main couple.
And the side character is so frustrating — like a never-ending supply of suffocating sweet potatoes.
It felt weird, so I kept an eye on it, but at least until chapter 130, there was no major problem.
The male and female leads hadn’t even properly met yet.
I have no idea why that side character keeps getting mentioned.
Maybe they’re the real mastermind behind all the events?
But… it doesn’t quite add up.
[Please watch Bad Villainㅠㅠ]
Whoa, Crazy Fan, you’re here too?
How many series are you following??
[Profile Pic says: Save the Demon King, Albert]
There’s a rumor this person’s actually an AI bot…
[I’m getting off at this station]
Oh, you’re talking about that Estarote Count’s daughter, right?
I’m reading too, and yeah, something’s weird.
I don’t get why the author keeps inserting irrelevant extra characters.
We just want the main couple’s story!
Not all these extras.
Seriously, author-nim! ^^
[Director of NamNam SuSu Math Academy]
That character’s name, though…
Isn’t “Lovely” kind of a lazy name??
LOL
As I read through the comments, my mouth dropped open.
Words like “Estarote,” “Count’s daughter,” “Lovely” — none of them made sense individually, but together, they pointed directly at me.
“Are they… talking about me?”
Yes.
I was Seiana Lovely Estarote, the beloved daughter of the Estarote Count.
They called me “Lovely” as a nickname.
Although the comment about my name being lazy made me a little mad, I forced myself to keep reading calmly.
At first, I thought it was just one person’s writing, but as I read on, it seemed like multiple people were having a conversation.
“This is really about me…”
There might be others in the world named “Lovely,” but the Lovely of the Estarote family — that was only me.
Because I was the only daughter born into the count’s family in a hundred years, my parents, unable to contain their joy, chose a word meaning “lovely” as my middle name.
Thanks to that, I was often called “Lovely” or affectionately “Lovey” rather than by my real name…
There were no other women among my relatives, and the word was far too embarrassing to be used for a man, so naturally, no one else used it.
But there was something a bit strange.
“Year 224… But it’s only 220 now…”
The year mentioned in their conversation wasn’t the present — it was the future.
Although there were occasional mentions of stories from the past, most of them were about events after the year 224.
While I was reading, a sentence got cut off in the middle, and just as I was panicking about not being able to continue, something new appeared on the right side of the translucent panel.
It was like a short stick attached to the top right corner, and when I lightly touched it just to check, I was able to pull it down.
As I dragged it, the hidden text smoothly revealed itself.
‘So I can continue reading with this.’
Fascinated, I kept reading until I had gone through all 78 conversations.
As soon as I finished, the floating panel melted away and disappeared.
“Ah…”
Just a moment ago, I had been fretting because I didn’t know how to make it go away, but now that it vanished on its own, I felt oddly bewildered.
It disappeared so cleanly and without hesitation, as if to say there was nothing more to see, and I was left feeling a faint sense of regret.
I pulled out some paper and a pen from the drawer.
‘If I’m not crazy, and if this really is a conversation revealing the future…’
While organizing my chaotic thoughts, I started transferring everything onto paper.
If my mind was simply broken, it would be a waste of time — but if it was real, it was better to write it down before my memory faded.
There would be time to doubt later.
‘It starts in the year 224.’
That was four years from now, in the summer.
***
The ones having the conversation seemed like beings who observed this world.
Just roughly counting, there were more than ten people watching the world I lived in, and the thought made me feel uneasy.
Even feeling the gaze of strangers while walking down the street made me uncomfortable, but thinking that beings of a higher dimension — perhaps even gods — were watching me filled me with something beyond discomfort: fear.
“At least the good thing is, they don’t seem to realize that I noticed their gaze.”
In old myths, gods were notoriously petty, viewing humans as insignificant creatures.
They loved to spy on human lives, but despised the opposite — an incredibly selfish attitude.
A famous example: a passing traveler accidentally glimpsed a virgin goddess bathing and lost both his eyes — a story so well-known that hardly anyone didn’t know it.
‘Why couldn’t she just bathe in her own temple instead of some random lake…?’
The traveler hadn’t even intended to look, yet he was punished so harshly — a truly infuriating and unfair tale.
Given how unforgiving they were over an unintentional mistake, if they found out I had overheard their conversation, there was no telling what they might take from me.
“Especially since the conversation was about prophecies.”
It wouldn’t end with just losing my eyes.
I even wondered if it would’ve been better if I had simply gone mad and hallucinated all of it…
Sighing, I looked down at the paper I had written on.
The story they spoke of began in the year 224, when someone called the “female lead” meets someone called the “male lead.”
I wasn’t sure if “female lead” and “male lead” were their real names, or if they were just referring to roles set by these gods.