Clues
A Butterfly in a Vase (6)
Ji-Won doesn't believe she's on the same level as Yeon Hae-Soo. It's amazing to admit it.
“I must also be prepared to face the dead, who are so strong that the senior guides give up. I do not want to go out and cause interference, so I hold the rain around the house for now.”
"Is there an evil spirit you can't handle?"
"Of course."
“Have you ever lost?”
Gaon, who answered all the questions non-stop, breaks for the first time. He had a distant look on his face for a while as if recalling something, then answered briefly in a low voice.
"Once."
As Gaon and Ji-Won step into the enormous mansion, the increasingly heavy rain becomes indistinguishable. At Gaon's instructions, there was no one in the house, and only the sound of two people's footsteps sounded gloomy in the empty mansion.
"Director Cha."
"Yes sir."
"Can you breathe properly?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you can wait in the car."
"I don't feel uncomfortable."
Gaon, who pressed the air inside the house harder to suppress the dead, raised his eyebrows slightly as Ji-Won replied casually. He's not affected? No matter how strong a person was, they could not help but be affected by his energy, but he walked and spoke like this. It took over 10 years for steel-like Kwon to fully adapt.
"Can you feel the presence of the dead?"
"Yes. Hard to find it, but it must be in this mansion.”
The veteran guide was also frightened and retreated, but he did not raise his eyebrows even in this glaring danger. Six-month-old beginners have a lot of guts. Gaon, who was smiling widely for a moment, immediately set his expression and walked towards the long hallway where the painting was hung.
Ji-Won, who follows Gaon one step behind, stares at a similar face and folds her eyes thinly. The portraits are very well drawn, and things like costumes and stylistic changes are also quite interesting. However, looking at the portrait together, he felt his back feel cold. Isn't it scary to pass them by at night?
[Archduke Damon Rosenvalov. 1674.10.11. ~ 1739.2.5.]
As Gaon stops in front of the portrait hanging in the middle of the hallway, Ji-Won's eyes naturally turn to the painting. It was a painting of a young man who was dressed the most fashionable at the time. He looked like an 18th-century English nobleman who could be included in a textbook.
These are the 7 heads of the family. Well, he was quite handsome, even considering he was glorified to some extent. He did not give the impression that his personality was very good, but he did not look cruel enough to be an assassin…. You cannot know what is inside a person just by looking at his face.
"What do you think?"
"It's quite interesting."
"This picture?"
"Yes. Most of the portraits of the nobles were similar, but this man seemed to be a person who cared deeply about what was more visible. Although she died in her mid-60s, she chose the portraits she painted in her 30s to leave behind, and she turned her head slightly without looking forward. He may paint many portraits, but he chooses the angle at which his face looks without looking forward.”
"…really?"
Gaon, who started pondering over something after hearing Ji-Won's words, opened his mouth after a while with a hint of hope.
“Let's try to deal with it like Director Cha.” did
"okay."
Ji-Won, who takes out her notebook she always carries, sketches more carefully than ever. His face was drawn exactly the same to almost resemble a replica, but not much happened even if it was burned clean. Gaon, who was silently watching the series of processes, frowned slightly, revealing a weak displeasure.
"I have to see it for myself."
Gaon, who rubbed his wrists several times as if warming up, stretched his right hand to the side. The transparent sword Ji-Won had seen in Jungcheon appeared in a clear voice. At the same time, terrifying lightning struck out mercilessly, as if splitting the sky into pieces. The explosion! A terrifying light lit up and immediately sounded a deafening roar. CEO Jungcheon's summoning order, which must be obeyed by everyone who dies, is issued, but the movement of the deceased is not felt anywhere in the quiet house as if it were actually dead.
"It's not out."
Without fear, Gaon slowly shook his head and muttered in a relaxed voice. However, he seemed to have guessed to some extent, so he did not look too surprised or nervous.
"The CEO himself called out to him, so how could it not be appropriate?"
“Old things have the power to hold a soul.”
“Old stuff?”
This house."
“The house was very well built. No matter how strong a building is, it usually cracks somewhere after a long time, but this house remains the same as when it was first built. The construction itself is strong because it has the soul to build strength.”
"Then do we have to destroy this building to summon the deceased?"
“It's the simplest way, but how can I do it?”
Gaon, who stopped to catch his breath for a moment, fixed his sword and said to Ji-Won, telling him to back off.
“Director Cha. From now on, you must not enter into my activity radius. No matter when the deceased appears and what he or she is talking about, do not reply.
"So that's it."
“If possible, stay near the entrance, and if the house collapses, do not look back and leave immediately. You don't have to save me.
"But…"
“Don't worry about me. Even if I were to be destroyed under a collapsed building, I would not die. At least here today.”
"…What?"
What does that mean? Do you have a place to die? If you don't die today, does that mean you will die someday? You live long, but not forever? So what happens to Jungcheon if you die?Countless questions came to mind at the same time, but Gaon, whose eyes had changed, began to swing his sword violently, so that he could no longer speak.
Even on the dim inside, a beautiful sword that shone brightly moved gracefully, drawing a graceful line. Then the air, which had been drowning profusely, rose and fell little by little, and soon a strong wind blew. Before long, a thick fog like a dark cloud lay thickly on the floor, and the heavy rain that was pounding the window violently now emitted a sound that was almost like a pebble crashing into it.
Wow . Ji-Won, who steps back to one corner and witnesses the phenomenal sight of CEO Jungcheon firmly suppressing the dead, silently utters an exclamation with just her mouth. A strong wind, which was different from Gaon energy, suddenly rose. It's finally here! This is clearly different from the deaths I have dealt with so far. I'd be scared if I was alone, wouldn't I? A hint of fear and strange excitement mixed in, and his heart was pounding.
"Director Cha."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Watch her face carefully."
When Ji-Won turned to the end of the corridor pointed at by Gaon, a familiar young man stood up with a very uncomfortable face. Wearing a nice hat and a sword full of gems, he really looked like he had just come out of a portrait. Ji-Won is tongue-tied at incredible synchronization. As he was busy admiring the man's presence, the man opened his mouth in a somewhat exaggerated accent, as if he was a character in a Shakespearean play.
“Why did you come to someone else's house without permission and make such a fuss?”
He sounded like a typical noble who seemed to have a dignified tone and a straight posture. How could a completely blackened soul be so gentle? Maybe because he's a noble. Ji-Won, who is secretly admiring inside, is surprised by Gaon's cold reply. Yeah, I forgot she used to be this scary.
“It's none of your business who I am. I thought it was you, not me, who came to someone else's house and made a fuss.”
“Well, what do you mean? I have given it to my descendants, but this is my home! I have no intention of leaving this house, so don't act rude and get out of my house now….
"Stop. I'm not here to argue with you about ownership of this house.”
Gaon, who cut off the man's exclamation in a stern voice, looked at him sharply for a long time, and immediately began to question him harshly.
“You must be a farmer. Are you a servant in the Rosenvalov family? Do you want to pretend to be royalty even if you are a dead person because you think this life is so unfair?
"…opo opo?"
“Why do you vent your anger only on women? Ah.., the true owner of that face, Archduke Rosenvalov must have longed for your daughter. But he didn't take good care of her, did he?
The man, who had a face that did not know what he was talking about, could not hide his anger. He breathed heavily and showed his teeth ferociously. Gaon in response tightened his grip on the sword.
Do I have to kill him now? Is it right to give such a person a chance to reflect on himself? Gaon, who was suffering greatly, ended up not swinging his sword and exhaled a long frustrated breath. Of course, the man had no idea that he had just managed to escape eternal punishment.
"But how can you take revenge with an innocent descendant?"
“Then what's wrong my daughter ?!”
At the moment the man, who had lost his composure, shouted, his once smooth appearance became blurred, and an old man in old and shabby clothes appeared. The surprised man quickly arranges the outside, but Ji-Won, who does not take her eyes off the man's face at Gaon's instructions, does not miss the moment.
“She took my precious daughter as her concubine but she threw it away after playing with her for a few days! The poor boy was eventually abandoned by his lover and hanged himself. But why would the boy who killed him dare to play around in this luxurious mansion?”
“My precious daughter. How dare a man who sold his own daughter because she was blinded by luxury now dare to use his daughter as an excuse!”
While Gaon screams in a cold voice, Ji-Won, who carefully takes out his notebook, hastily draws the man's real face. At first, the man doesn't pay much attention to Ji-Won because he doesn't know what he's doing. But as soon as Ji-Won pulls out a match, the man realizes something is wrong and rushes up to him with a terrible cry scratching his eardrum. However, Gaon who was blocking the man standing in front of her did not let the man touch the tip of Ji-Won's hair. The man eventually disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
“I don't know what distraction he's going to make, so I'm going to go to Jungcheon for a bit. I'll be back after seeing him through the Myeonggye Door. This is my alley, so be careful not to damage it.”
Gaon, who hands the old silver mirror to Ji-Won as soon as the deceased disappears like smoke, disappears in an instant as if he was sucked into the mirror without giving Ji-Won a chance to ask. Then, after three hours, he returned with a grin.
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