Episode 27
“Minseo’s drawing is really good today. I think it’ll be fine if we just focus a little on the background description and keep going like this. Then the next drawing….”
……
……
“That, teacher. It’s a drawing of the new Geo.”
Art practice-based.
Before returning home, evaluation time.
The director, who was looking at the pictures on the wall and commenting on them one by one, stopped dead in his tracks.
Kyeonjio looked at the silent group of teachers.
Even the kids who used to whisper among themselves the whole time were strangely silent.
A truly suffocating silence.
‘What? What do you want me to do? What? Why? F**k……’
“hmm……”
‘Teacher, why can’t you speak!’
“therefore……”
The elegant and beautiful director covered her cheeks with a pale complexion.
“Wow, how profound. Was the theme Monster Wave?”
‘It’s a self-portrait.’
“They say he’s the Magic King… but I think the topic was a bit difficult for Geo.”
“Uh, uh. Okay. Is the magic purifier in the classroom working well? There might be some bad energy or something mixed into the painting. Like an evil spirit or something. We have to be careful.”
‘I didn’t see it that way, but you’re talking rudely to me when we first met.’
Summary: It was a time full of wounds……
Even though they said it was okay, the teachers told me to take it home and even gave me a free flower pot to put it in.
Geo faced the night breeze of Jongno with a lonely expression.
My name is Joe, I am an ill-fated artist.
[Your Covenant, ‘Reader of Fate’, cautiously asks Your Majesty if it would be a good idea to change course even now.]
‘Sister, is this what Van Gogh felt like…?’
[The Holy One, the ‘Reader of Fortune’, covers your mouth.]
[He asks seriously to be moderate, saying that he almost said something harsh to his child.]
Paang-
“Miss, why are you filming a movie alone on the street?”
“You speak like an old man. You smell like asphyxiation……”
“You’re more cranky today. Ta.”
“No. I don’t like it. Get out.”
Swish. The car window that had been slightly lowered goes down completely.
Tiger raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms. He was dressed in an all-black suit with a black polo shirt.
“I don’t have time to coax you. I have to get you home by midnight. Why?”
“Who understands the heart of a lonely artist?”
“Ah. It’s just a pain in the ass. Come on. Butterfly, you’re good. Hurry up.”
As he waved his fingers, little fox fires bloomed and pushed Geo’s back.
Pretending not to win, Geo climbed into the angular car with a jerk.
The car seat that was turned on in advance was warm.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s not fun, but it’s a place you have to go.”
“Eh. It’s the center.”
Kyeonji-oh rested his chin on his hand.
Beyond the window of the running car, the stars and the Tower of Babel were lighting up the night view of Seoul.
* * *
There are two forces related to domestic awakening.
One is the ‘Korean Awakened Ones Association’, which represents the interests and rights of the Awakened Ones.
Another one was the Korean Awakening Management Agency, the so-called ‘Center’.
At first glance, it seemed like the association side had the upper hand, but surprisingly, the balance was well maintained without being lopsided.
Before the end of the world, people expected that everyone would act only for their own self-interest, but when dystopia really arrived on this land, more people than expected chose to be righteous, and more people than expected had a sense of mission.
And among those people, there are some who are truly talented.
Those who gave up countless things and devoted themselves solely to their country.
The place they are going is the emergency response team under the center.
“Relax your shoulders, Kwon-gye-na.”
“Oh, I understand.”
There were several teams within the emergency response team, but one team was the most famous.
Rescue and Suppression Team 1 under the command of top-ranking Kim Si-gyun.
As they were his direct descendants, they were a group of national elites personally selected and raised by Kim Si-gyun.
Even for someone with that kind of talent, it’s hard not to tremble on a day like this.
Kwon Gye-na swallowed dry saliva.
Have you ever been this nervous since your first interview with your team leader?
“You’re not letting go at all. What’s the point of a bodyguard being more scared than the person he’s protecting?”
Team leader Kim Si-gyun, with a plain complexion, stands next to him.
Kwon Gye-na felt a little wronged.
“……I guess that can’t be helped. Team leader, you’ve seen it a few times, but today is my first……!”
“Lower your voice.”
“……This is what I said.”
A Korean restaurant on the outskirts of Seoul.
All personnel other than government officials were expelled.
Security couldn’t be done in the same space.
In case of an emergency, only Team Leader Kim Si-gyun will come in. That was the condition they set.
All of the elite agents, selected in order of their mouth weight, had to wait in the next room behind the screen.
It’s an absurd thing to do, considering that the target of protection is the only director of the management bureau.
Since there is no way to do anything if the other person intends to harm you, you have no choice but to accept it.
“Well, is he really a scary person?”
“……To the team leader too?”
“Am I not a human?”
“I thought you weren’t. I thought you were a civil servant robot.”
“It’s annoying.”
Kim Si-gyun ran his hand through his hair. The fatigue typical of field civil servants filled his eyes.
“I am a man who entered public service because I hate indulgence.”
“……”
“There is nothing more annoying and scary than the unpredictability of a human being. And yet the person who is number one in this regard is at the top of our country, and at the top of the planet. Even ghost stories are less than this.”
“It’s scary.”
“Don’t you know that? When I say this, the only people who sympathize are civil servants.”
Kim Si-gyun muttered, laughing.
“Probably the greatest achievement of my life was pushing my son into the position of education.”
“……Huh? ‘That guy’?”
“Shh. Here we go.”
widely.
Step, step.
The sound of insects chirping and the sound of the wind can be heard in such silence.
Two pairs of footsteps echo down the long hallway.
‘No way…’
Kwon Gye-na forcibly raised her back.
The pressure surges in like a tide, suffocating you without any time to do anything.
‘Monster, monster.’
Even though it had only been a few seconds, my consciousness was already hazy. A sign of a blackout due to the extreme gap in magical power.
“Tie me up. Why are you so grumpy today?”
“There are too many people.”
Toouk.
With every step I took, my colleagues next to me fell down one by one.
‘The voice is difficult……’
Kwon Gye-na opened her eyes wide, tightening her grip on her hands. A shadow appeared beyond the paper window.
A short-haired woman with a small build and a tall man. And.
“……Ugh!”
Suddenly a small shadow stops right in front of the door.
Raising your hands……
Knock, knock.
“Gyunigyuni direct descendant?”
……
“You’re holding up well.”
Blackout.
With those words, Kwon Gye-na fainted.
* * *
I ordered the food in advance so that it would cool down a bit.
Although it is polite to serve hot food, Director Jang Il-Hyeon was quite quick-witted when it came to the person in front of him.
“This time, at least you handled it gently.”
“I know someone.”
“Really? Aside from Kim Tingjang?”
“huh.”
“You don’t want to reveal your face. I’m curious, but I’ll have to hold back. First of all, congratulations, Hunter Gyeonjio. And thank you. The country is always indebted to you.”
“But speak comfortably, Mr. Jang. Why are you being formal?”
“Haha. I think I’m going to talk about something a little uncomfortable.”
“Then you should be respectful.”
A Udyr-level change of stance that is embarrassing to watch.
Geo chewed the braised ribs alone with a shameless expression.
The tiger skillfully cuts the meat into small pieces and places it on a plate in front of him.
“Eat some rice too. It’s salty.”
“This place makes good braised ribs. It’s a great restaurant.”
“Kyungjio, eat it with rice.”
“You.”
“Don’t just answer.”
“Knock knock knock! Rice maniac……!”
“what?”
“no.”
‘What do you do when you play? Quick, change the subject.’
Jang Il-hyun coughed in vain after reading the warm gaze.
“Since you are the type of person who hates introductions, I will just get to the point. This time, Timothy……”
“I refuse.”
“No, so……”
“I refuse.”
“Now, listen for a moment……”
“I refuse one.”
“Rejection is rejection.”
“……?”
“……Experience. Sorry. I was so annoyed that I couldn’t help but……”
Geo looked back at Beom with tearful eyes, as if asking if he had heard what that pot-bellied old man just said to him.
A painting that looks like it was drawn in a painting.
The tiger ignored him and gave him a look of understanding.
At that sympathy, 18-year veteran civil servant and director Jang Il-hyeon coughs in vain with flushed cheeks.
She was my daughter’s age… … I felt very embarrassed.
“Anyway, Timothy Lillywhite is visiting Korea. He is not an individual, but he is accompanying the White House. So, you should consider him an official envoy from the United States. Joe… … as a congratulatory envoy.”
“Congratulations in such a pretentious manner? Who would think that you are a Yankee who speaks English?”
Those who created English are my enemies.
Geo’s face, chewing on the braised ribs, was filled with an iron-clad aura.
Of course, if you look closely, English is British, but to a third-time test taker who has no interest in Western history, they are all the same.
“I know. You were flustered. We were flustered too. But this time, your determination was so strong. You absolutely had to meet ‘Joe’, um.”
For some reason, Jang Il-hyun looked more uncomfortable than before. He kept fiddling with his bosom.
Geo’s mood became quite uncomfortable as the middle-aged man kept touching his chest right in front of him.
“What? Why visual violence now? This is messy.”
“……That’s not it. I was wondering if I should really show you this.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“The deputy representative doesn’t know either. I had planned to discard it before we spoke on the phone, but when I thought about it, it was an official message from you… It’s too much for us to just reject it in terms of diplomatic protocol.”
When curiosity gradually turns into frustration.
Director Jang Il-hyeon took out an envelope from his bosom with a suspicious expression.
It was a letter.
On the outside was written ‘Dear Zio’ in beautiful cursive.
Let’s open it.
…….
“…….Official message?”
“Yes. And that’s directly from the White House.”
“You’re crazy.”
The three of them stared blankly into the card.
The world’s most handsome man, according to People magazine.
A card with Timothy’s face printed on it with a bright smile like sunshine, and a message written in Korean…
[ I’ll go to Korea. Who will bring Joe? ^_^ ]
“……This insolent Yankee, is he a tanker?”
Aggro is art.
Heungseon Daewongun, who got a grade 9 in English on the college entrance exam, was upset about his father’s remarks.
I’ll beat this kid up.
Who wants to do the training?
A guide to proper living for rankers.
