Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS
(Orang’s POV)
Oh, my beloved Lotus.
I don’t love her just because she’s beautiful. No, that’s only part of it.
She’s a woman with a beautiful heart.
Once a month, she volunteers in the celestial realm, tending to the needs of others with kindness and grace. She speaks with elegance and poise—nothing like Seo-min, whose every word drips with vulgarity and crudeness.
I love Lotus. And I know she loves me too.
But I cannot see her.
She remains in the celestial realm while I—
I am trapped here.
As I think of her, my tears fall, soaking into the pathetic excuse for a pillow beneath my head—a flattened roll of toilet paper.
Why does my heart ache like this?
Was honor really worth it?
Was my position as the Jade Emperor’s personal guard worth this suffering?
I have not even spent a full day in this world, and already, I long for the celestial realm.
Already, the loneliness is unbearable.
Already, I miss my Lotus.
I will complete my mission.
I will return to the celestial realm.
I vow it.
Yet, despite this conviction, I cry myself to sleep.
Or rather—
I fail to sleep at all.
By the time dawn breaks, I have yet to rest.
I sit up, exhausted, as the soft morning light filters through the window.
Strangely, the crisp, clean brightness of dawn feels entirely out of place in this disaster of a room.
I like cleanliness. I value order.
But as I scan the room, I realize something—
I don’t even know where to start.
Seo-min, my so-called “minimalist” princess, lives in absolute squalor.
Minimalist, my celestial ass.
The first and most offensive sight?
The clothing rack.
She has plenty of clothes, but no sense of coordination.
It seems she only wears one outfit per season and just rotates through that single set of clothes.
At first glance, the rack seems full, but in reality, it’s just a mountain of fabric piled onto it.
At this point, why even have a rack?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just throw everything on the floor?
Sighing, I turn to the lowest level of the rack, where storage bins are supposed to be.
Instead, they’ve become overflowing piles of abandoned clothes.
I glance over at Seo-min.
Sprawled across the bed, mouth hanging open, sleeping like a corpse.
And this… this is supposed to be my princess.
The noble lady of the celestial realm.
After spending centuries among graceful celestial women, seeing this in the mortal realm is…
Suffocating.
But she is still my princess.
No matter how undignified.
So, despite being of higher status than her in this lifetime, I force myself to clean her mess.
Except…
I have a problem.
I am four years old.
I physically cannot reach the clothing rack.
I need something to boost my height.
Scanning the room, I spot shoeboxes stacked in the corner.
Oh?
Would that work?
Curious, I check them. There are so many.
“So, she actually bought shoes? Trying to act all minimalist, yet she hoards footwear?” I mutter under my breath.
But I don’t have time to dwell on it.
What matters is whether they can support my weight.
Pressing my hand against the top box, I test its durability.
It seems sturdy enough.
So, I drag one over to the rack, step onto it, and—
…
It’s still not high enough.
Curse this four-year-old body!
Just recently, I was a perfect eight-head-tall warrior.
And now?
I’m this.
Is this what humans call a physical handicap?
If my mind had also been regressed to match my body, perhaps this wouldn’t be so infuriating.
But instead, I retain all my memories, all my pride, and yet I’m trapped in this ridiculous form.
Actually…
Now that I think about it, isn’t this too specific?
Was it really necessary to debilitate me to this extent?
This feels like a Jade Emperor-level conspiracy.
What, did he really think I’d do something to the princess?
He’s just like every overprotective father.
Worrying over nothing and taking pointless precautions.
…Ugh.
Either way, cleaning is impossible.
I can’t even take care of my own body in this form, let alone organize this disaster of a room.
Even the small sections I can reach somehow look worse after my attempts to tidy them.
Why?
Why won’t my hands cooperate?
I am at my limit.
Fine.
I give up.
For the first time in my life—I surrender.
And that realization… is utterly depressing.
But I must be useful in some way.
I have to find something I can do.
As I scan the room again, my eyes land on—
A laundry basket.
It is overflowing with unwashed clothes.
Perfect.
This, at least, is easy.
I just need to throw everything into the machine and press a button.
Even in this body, I can manage that.
I rush to the basket and begin pulling out clothes—
And then…
I freeze.
In my hands is…
A strange piece of fabric.
Two round cups connected by thin straps.
What… is this?
I have never seen such an item before in the celestial realm.
I turn it over, examining it from every angle.
Is it… a form of restraint?
A binding garment?
Confused, I activate my Otherworldly Guide Program and search for an answer.
[Search Result: BRA]
Ah.
So it’s called a bra.
A garment designed to cover and enhance a woman’s chest.
Humans… cover them?
How strange.
In the celestial realm, such things are left unrestricted.
We do not deliberately expose ourselves, but we do not squeeze our bodies into restrictive garments either.
True beauty lies in natural form.
Still…
Why is my heart pounding?
Something about this object makes me feel… strange.
My fingers tremble as I bring it closer to my face—
Just to inspect it.
Yes.
Just to study it.
I raise it to my nose—
And then.
I sense it.
A terrifying presence.
A murderous aura.
Slowly…
Ever so slowly…
I turn my head.
There.
Sitting upright on the bed.
Seo-min.
Eyes wide with rage.
Fists clenched and shaking.
She stares at me.
At the bra in my hands.
At me holding it to my face.
And then—
She grabs a pillow.
And hurls it straight at my face.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!”
WHAM!
The pillow slams into me, knocking me off balance.
Tears well up in my eyes.
Now she’s beating me for no reason?
Is she really my princess?
I clutch my stinging face and think—
Adapting to the human world is impossible.
Especially when I have to deal with her.
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