283. Talent sometimes becomes a curse (1)
“Are we moving again?”
When Hyemin was young, she often asked this question. She moved her house that often.
“That’s right. “My fortune is not good.”
“He said he was our wizard. “It’s not a fortune telling by a wizard.”
Hyemin’s mother smiled kindly and responded to her young daughter’s complaints.
“Some people are born with foresight. But the future changes all the time, so we can’t know for sure.”
“What is the difference between fortune telling?”
From this point on, Hyemin became moderately grumpy.
Still, this attitude wasn’t a big cause for concern.
Because survival was more important at this point.
“It’s different. daughter. Fortune telling is just about seeing my luck. “It’s similar to feng shui.”
“What is feng shui?”
“… … “Is your daughter doing her school work?”
Even though he said he was in a situation where he was running away, he still goes to school all the time. Why are they saying things like school are important?
The daughter looked at her mother with eyes full of dissatisfaction.
“When I move, I need to start tutoring.”
Mother did not criticize Hyemin’s attitude too much.
She is a daughter living in a difficult world. She thought it would be better to have a moderate amount of pulpit.
“They say we have to move because the site here is not good.”
“I heard it was good last year.”
“It was good back then.”
It is said that daily fortunes change as the constellations in the sky change, the moon changes, and the seasons change.
My mother said so.
“What kind of wizard tells fortunes?”
Hyemin was still grumbling.
“It is the wisdom of our ancestors. When there was a witch hunt or something like that, if you said you were a fortune teller, you would get away with it. And you don’t make any money? Because he had to make money too. “If I wrote a spell openly, I would have been burned at the stake, but if I looked into the future of others and blessed them, I gained money.”
Our ancestors, who were called witches, learned fortune telling that way.
And wouldn’t it be good if I put to good use what I’ve learned?
Hyemin’s mother, Kim Joo-hee, was good at fortune telling because her combat skills were poor, but her other spellcasting talents were excellent.
The two moved again based on fortune telling, not with tarot cards but with a few trump cards.
This was not a move that would load up a truck and secretly run away on a moonlit night.
Hyemin’s mother had a lot of money.
He became wealthy by selling spells and scrolls on the black market.
I called a moving center and moved back to an expensive luxury apartment.
Several moves, several years, and Hyemin’s hair grew a little thicker.
“How long do I have to live on the run? “Why are we running away?”
It would be understandable if you stole a lot of money from somewhere.
That’s what Hyemin was thinking when asked.
Hyemin’s mother thought it was an issue her daughter would need to know about at some point.
“What does Mom do?”
“Spell Creator.”
“There are people in the world called spell hunters. “There are also bounty hunters.”
There was no great tragedy.
I just knew that my mother’s talent was quite outstanding and that there were many people who tried to take advantage of it.
I also knew about the Magic League back then.
“Then shouldn’t I just join the alliance?”
Even though it is a one-man tradition school, there is no law preventing it from joining an alliance.
Hyemin’s mother answered while stroking her daughter’s head.
“hate. They just sell the orders I made and take a commission. “I made it, so why are they charging me a fee?”
At that time, Hyemin thought that her mother had a more twisted personality than she thought.
Are you thinking of living as a fugitive for the rest of your life because you don’t want to pay that fee?
My mother accepted the life of a fugitive.
He had a very eccentric personality.
At one point, Hyemin thought she would give up on magic, so she became a delinquent girl as her future hope, and hit a neighborhood gangster on the head with a high kick.
Then one day.
“If I go here, I can really get a tutor this time. “Can we help raise my daughter’s grades?”
“… … huh?”
What does this mean?
A person who avoids meeting people and doesn’t order deliveries is doing some kind of tutoring.
“It’s very auspicious.”
This is the apartment I moved to.
My mom said it was her first time seeing a fortune telling like this.
A safe place like no other in the world.
This is the place the fortune teller said.
Hye-min still lived as a delinquent girl and just went to school, where she received private tutoring and met Yoo Gwang-ik.
Hyemin noticed that Gwangik was a special species, and her mother found out why this place was auspicious.
A powerful energy gathered together, hiding his and his daughter’s energy.
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Next to Gwangik was a comfortable nest.
Afterwards, Gwangik entered the world of special species, and Hyemin also began working in the backworld as a spell user.
Even at this time, her mother did not stop Hyemin.
However, I was told to completely hide my name and face.
Practical experience was important because you have to go through difficult times to prepare for what lies ahead.
Hyemin lived like that, but when she heard that Gwangik was dangerous, she threw away all secrets.
“Daughter, don’t you want to live in hiding?”
“I hated it since I was young.”
When Gwangik was about to start his own company, his mother asked, and Hyemin answered.
Mother made a decision. She had to fight if she didn’t want to run away any longer.
Fortunately, my daughter grew up well. One of her punches was so loud that people could say she was amazingly good at it.
“Some of the alliances in this world are centered around spell hunters.”
“Crazy guys.”
Hyemin cursed without hesitation.
The lore schools are the prey of spell hunters.
If it’s an alliance of mainly spell hunters, doesn’t that mean it’s a group determined to target wizards like their mother?
“If we deal a blow to that group of hunters, they will quiet down.”
Mom said and Hyemin made up her mind.
“I will do that.”
They said that their leader happened to be in Busan.
Hyemin and her mother planned a plan.
Assassinate the head of the Spell Hunter League.
Afterwards, he joined Gwangik’s company.
If you just join the company now, you will become an enemy of the hunter and the alliance for the rest of your life.
Hyemin wanted to avoid that.
After coming to Busan, he planned a strategy and captured several low-ranking hunters among the group of spell hunters.
They gathered information, combined it, and started their own fight.
In another world within the world of special species, the world of wizards.
After a fight, he disappeared somewhere, taking his mother with him.
I moved after hearing the information, but the opponent attacked as if he had been waiting for me.
‘It was a trap.’
I got it right. Still, I tried my best to solve it. Even though I was alone, I believed in my abilities.
Things that had already started to go wrong were not going to be resolved easily.
Conversely, Hyemin fell into the trap several times and escaped it.
As time passed, saving my mother began to become more distant.
‘What if they leave me like this?’
What the opponent is targeting is the spell creator and mother. I couldn’t wait any longer.
So I overexerted myself a bit, but this time I was caught in a situation where I couldn’t move.
“for a moment.”
With five battle wizards in front of her, Hyemin wiped the blood from her forehead and opened her mouth.
It is a small warehouse in the corner of the port.
Since there were no people coming and going, there was no better place to fight.
“Is my mom safe?”
“No more.”
One of the five spoke, but spoke without even opening his mouth. The voice rang out as if it were coming from a speaker.
“Whoa, damn you bastards, should I believe this?”
“Give up. There is no use in resisting.”
“Can’t you just send one text and get arrested?”
“Do you want to call the police? “You won’t even find your way here.”
A man with a loudspeaker voice spoke and pointed to the floor with his finger.
The spell of the veil.
It is a place where ordinary people, or even special species, would not even feel a sense of discomfort if they did not have a sense of immortality.
“What about the police? They couldn’t contact my husband.”
“Aren’t you still single?”
“Ah, my future husband.”
“Take it.”
A voice other than the speaker’s voice interrupts. It’s a new, young voice.
As soon as that voice rang out, a thick plant root grew from the wall behind Hyemin’s back and snatched her hand.
As he spoke, he turned one of his hands back and sent a message.
There are two messages sent like that.
“I got caught.”
Hyemin said shamelessly. Hyemin could not resist any longer as she was entangled in the plant roots.
One of the five who stood in front of him clicked his tongue and spoke.
“No matter who comes, nothing changes.”
Crack.
To a spellcaster, the tongue is another weapon.
The plant root forced Hyemin’s mouth open and sealed her tongue by wrapping it around the thin root.
Therefore, Hyemin could not answer.
So I just said it to myself.
‘That’s your opinion.’
* * *
I thought it would be faster to take the KTX than to run on the way there.
So I did.
I chose the quick option rather than wasting time buying tickets. Transform and run to get a free ride on the train.
I contacted him a few times on the way, and when I arrived I explained the situation over the phone.
“Are you going to skip the press conference and go to Busan? “What’s going on?”
He is a panda type.
“Hye-min, please help me.”
“If you say so, just go.”
“They say it’s dangerous.”
Hyemin’s mother is a major player in the black market. She amassed her great wealth by selling this and that.
And since the two of them were members of the One-Man Lore School, they said that spell hunters were always targeting their mothers.
Then who is the opponent?
Hyemin said that the reason she came to Busan was to tie the knot.
The conclusion was that we had to dig from the bottom.
“Brother Joong-go said he knows a few people, so I’ll ask them and Hyemin will find them and take them to him.”
“alone?”
“sure?”
“Is it okay for the CEO of a company to go alone? As soon as you left, there was someone there. “As an expert in that field.”
After saying just that, Panda hung up the phone.
As I passed by, I saw my face displayed on a large TV set in the form of an advertisement.
It looks like he is busy with a business trip and is leaving. It seemed quite rude, so it was natural for people to swear at him.
Among the couple passing by at that moment, the woman frowned and spoke.
“Look at the f*cking faces of those reporters.”
hmm? The man agreed with what he said and the two passed by laughing.
“What kind of camp are you setting up in front of the Named Slayer company that just returned from the battle? We should let them rest for a bit.”
Another middle-aged man passing by pointed his finger at the reporter on the large screen and spoke, and people around him nodded in agreement.
“Am, I need to let you rest.”
“Anyway, crap.”
Well, the press conference itself isn’t a bad thing, but why do these people react like this?
Seeing this makes me feel the repercussions of what I did. Everyone was on my side.
There was also a kid who seemed to be my fan.
“Awesome.”
yes. I’m kind of cool. I admit that.
I walked, leaving behind the people I saw passing by.
There was no need to spread the word that I was in the middle of Busan, so no one would recognize me because I killed all my presence.
Meanwhile, I kept trying to call Hyemin on the phone, but she didn’t answer.
On the twelfth attempt, someone answered the phone.
Instead of a phone call, a faint sound of breathing was heard.
I listened.
Sometimes, you can get quite a bit of information just from the sound of your breath.
Regular but even breathing.
They are not shapeshifters. I thought it wasn’t even a special species.
Of course, it wasn’t Hyemin either.
“If I answer the phone, should I talk?”
bread!
A cracking sound rings out.
“Oh, are you crazy? Aren’t you going to get out of the way?”
The driver’s polite request was also heard. I passed by the side of the road and entered a small alley.
“who?”
The other person asked. It was a dull male voice, but it had a buzzing sound.
What is this guy? Did you change your voice at all? Then kidnapping? Has Hyemin already been caught?
“I know Hyemin. Can you change my name?”
“You’re crazy.”
The other person hung up the phone.
I asked politely, but why is the answer like this?
I walked again.
I didn’t think I would answer, but I did. She leaned back against the alley wall and turned her eyes to the Hope House sign on the corner.
Elegance Hope.
It is clearly and well written in Korean.
What a noble name.
“My name is Yoo Gwang-ik, and you know me, right?”
They say that everyone in Korea, and now the whole world, knows my name. There was no way this guy didn’t know.
“Se choe special?”
The other person asked back.
“that’s right.”
There was no word for a moment, and then the other person showed a fresher reaction than expected.
“Don’t cross the line and go back.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time, and the blood is standing on my forehead.
“What line?”
“I warned you.”
Pop.
I hang up again.
I immediately called the company.
“Are you being tracked?”
“no. “The call time was too short, and there was also jamming because the other party had no idea what preparations they had made.”
I pictured Brother Yohan shaking his head.
It would have been convenient if I could track it by phone and find out its location.
Well then, let’s go to plan B.
I’m not a fool, and I can’t just storm into the Busan broadcasting station and tell them to give up Hyemin.
So I used my brain a bit.
Once you receive the call, try to trace it and fail.
The second is the use of the second-hand brother’s personal connections.
He is a man who lives in the back alleys of the so-called freelance world.
There was someone I knew in Busan.
To be precise, I knew where information was handled.
That’s it here. An old pub with a classy feel.
Rattling.
When I tried to open the door to the pub, it was locked.
Opening a door requires skill. I used technology.
Wow. Clutter.
The doorknob is twisted. The old iron door handle was dented when I twisted it with force.
I took it out, put my finger in, scraped the lock part, and opened the door.
Sigh.
The old hinges screamed.
One step inside.
Even though it was broad daylight, there were three people there.
All three of them were playing Go-Stop at the table, and money and playing cards were visible.
“What?”
Among them, a friend with an unusual hairstyle opened his mouth.
It was a friend who grew short cactus-like things instead of hair, with strange protrusions growing out of them.
“I want to ask you something, do you have time?”
I asked politely.
“Is this crazy kid?”
The other person was rude.
If you treat politeness with rudeness, you’re ready to fight.
That’s what I decided.
fantasy,
