146. What are you trying to do again?

[The melody that dances with the waves]

Alain blames himself for the death of his father, Pernell, because of him.

The empty pupils and the bone-to-bone appearance seemed to indicate his current state of mind.

Looking around the practice room with lifeless eyes, Alain recalled memories with Pernell that were scattered all over the place.

The moment when he excitedly boasted to Purnell after his first proper performance.

Memories of being hugged by Pernell while shedding tears of upset feelings due to repeated mistakes.

“Rather than repaying the grace you raised, you made me die. I’m trash that doesn’t even deserve to breathe.”

Alain constantly blamed himself and muttered to himself like a madman.

how much time has passed

For a moment, Alain’s eyes flashed with a sad light.

Alain trembled and struggled to raise his hand over the keyboard.

bang

The sudden start of the performance started by stabbing three keys at the same time.

It was a bizarre melody.

It was as if some terrible monsters that did not exist in this world were purring.

Like water slowly boiling in a pot, if someone had heard this performance, the feeling of constricting their chest would have made them break into a cold sweat.

Entering the middle part, a melody with an anxious and unpleasant feeling flowed with the lowest note that the piano could produce.

A cacophony consisting of an augmented fourth called the Devil’s note.

A sharp, hard, percussive touch,

Chromatic progressions that are difficult to find in ordinary songs

If there were listeners, it was a performance that would not have a moment to catch your breath.

We entered the second half, which can be called the climax of the song.

A series of violent blows that seemed to break the keyboard continued.

Even at a glance, it was a performance that put a lot of strain on the arm.

“Keugh.”

Sweat dripped down Alain’s jawline like a waterfall.

Her pale face grew even whiter, and crimson blood flowed from her lips, which she bit hard to hold back the pain.

In the end, a desperate and grotesque performance that ended only when the entire mouth was covered in blood.

“Hee-buck, hee-buck, hee-buck.”

The performance was over, but Alain could hardly get up, his arms shaking like an aspen tree.

At that time, the concert hall burst open and people rushed in.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Alain are you okay? Didn’t you hear something like an ear cry?”

They were security guards.

“Okay, it’s okay. Nothing happened. It’s just the sound of a piano playing.”

“ah! were you practicing? Ha ha ha I thought there was a ghost again.”

“I got a report from the passengers. What kind of devil’s cry is that? What the hell were you playing?”

At the words of Eshiang, the head of the security team, Alain only smiled bitterly.

“Anyway, everything is fine, right? Whew. Sensitive passengers are making a fuss about everything anyway.”

After resolving the situation, Eshiang turned around and looked at Alain and said,

“hey. Alain. I know it’s hard, but the living must live. look at you now It’s no different than a corpse. Anyway, take care of yourself.”

When Eshiang went back like that, Alain, who returned to his expressionless expression, muttered in a whisper.

“It’s okay… The Devil’s Scream.”

***

“Kuckut!”

Director Jean Dumont, who is always rational and does not show embarrassment on set, shouted a cut sign, unable to hide his trembling voice.

“OMG!!!! Oh, my God!! Lord! Please watch over this little lamb.”

“No, it’s scarier than most horror movies…? How can it be so frightening with only the sound of the piano?”

“Ugh, look at me getting goosebumps here.”

Emma of the makeup team said while rubbing her forearms.

“I have never heard such a bizarre piano sound. Is it the same instrument?”

Alain’s inner self collapsed due to the death of his adoptive father, Pernell.

The performance song ‘The Devil’s Scream’, which clearly shows Alain’s state of mind, gave the listeners a sense of fundamental fear and reluctance.

However, it was a message that conveyed Alain’s change and condition to the audience more clearly than any other lines.

Everyone at the scene sent generous angels to Kyu-ha’s passionate performance, which was all wet with sweat.

Director Jean Dumont also looked more satisfied than ever before, but when he saw Kyu-ha, his eyes became worried.

“Hey… are you really okay? please don’t overdo it Even if you don’t have to do that.”

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Normally, it was not noticeable because she was wearing a loose-fitting outfit, but when the sweaty clothes stuck to her body, Kyu-ha’s body was exposed.

Compared to the first filming, Kyu-ha’s body is so skinny that it’s embarrassing to look at.

“I am greedy, so what? Now I just need to lose 5kg more.”

“Are you sure you want to lose the weight I set?”

Kyu-ha just smiled at the dubious question asked by director Jean Dumont.

“I already made up my mind. As a director, I am very grateful, but as a benefactor, I feel guilty. So please take good care of yourself.”

In the screenplay written by director Jean Dumont, Alain weighs 55kg after his father’s death.

Considering Kyuha’s height, she was seriously underweight.

Director Jean Dumont was greatly moved by the way he showed the acting of a saint of death.

“You are walking the path of a true great actor. There aren’t as many actors who are that serious about their roles.”

In fact, it was close to impossible to control weight right before malnutrition if there was no willpower.

Instinctive suppression and restraint were not too difficult for Kyuha because they were part of everyday life.

Of course, no one knew this fact, so all the staff on site just stuck out their tongues.

***

As is the case with almost all government foreign negotiations, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade was one of the institutions that have been working tirelessly to recover our cultural assets overseas.

For the return of Oegyujanggak Uigwe, it has been actively carrying out negotiations with the French side.

“Hello, Ms. Mijoo. See you again.”

“That’s right, Chief Han. It’s strange that we don’t see each other so often for work. Right?”

Mi-joo Son, a foreign ministry official who had a relationship with Kyu-ha, met with team leader Han Jeong-hee again.

“Shall we go to the reception room first? They came all the way to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so I have to serve them tea.”

“Oh ho ho thank you.”

The reception room was like a small university lecture room, but the windows were like a traditional Korean house.

“At that time, I looked for the team leader first, but I thought that the team leader would never find me. Are you curious about this? What happen?”

“Mijoo, did you do any work related to the Oegyujanggak restoration in the past?”

Son Mi-joo frowned at Han Jeong-hee’s words.

“Don’t talk. Back then, I was a baby who didn’t know anything, but I thought I was really bloody shit while working on the documentation of various negotiation plans.., no, I had a hard time. I still wake up in my sleep when I think of that time.”

At that time, how many quarrels were made over the issue of ‘returning’ or ‘renting’ Oegyujanggak books.

Even France put forward the ‘principle of equivalent exchange’ that Korea must also lend other cultural assets of similar value, even if it is lent.

However, the condition was firmly rejected by Korea, and after a lot of lobbying and a complicated process, the negotiations were dramatically concluded in 20 years.

Son Mi-ju let out a deep sigh.

“It is our cultural property that has been plundered, but in order to get it returned, the victim has to lie down and pray. Even though Oegyujanggak is returned, no, strictly speaking, it is not a complete return. Anyway, it took 20 years, and I can’t even think of other cultural assets. Looking at the atmosphere the other day, the atmosphere was that people were told not to mention things like Jikji at all.”

Looking at Son Mi-joo, who was still angry, Han Jeong-hee smiled.

“Officer Fuhut is still the same.”

“People cannot change. By the way, why is the Oegyujanggak retrieval all of a sudden…?”

“Actually, Kyuha-san…”

Han Jeong-hee’s mouth opened, and as time passed, Han Jeong-hee’s mouth opened slowly, and her eyes filled with astonishment.

***

Embassy of the Republic of Korea in Paris, France.

“oh! Seniors. How long has this been?”

Son Mi-joo greeted Kim Yong-hwan, a senior he hadn’t seen in a long time, as a first-class secretary.

Secretary Kim Yong-hwan, who had dark circles under his eyes due to intense work and overtime, greeted Son Mi-joo with a light smile.

“Hey! Who is this? I’m not an outcast Mijoo. Isn’t it almost 5 years?”

“ah! senior! Why are you bringing up that nickname again? Embarrassed in front of guests.”

“What does loner mean?”

When Han Jeong-hee asked with curiosity, Kim Yong-hwan smiled and said.

“Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I did everything because I looked pretty.”

“Oh no!!”

Two people who have been happy for a long time.

Kim Yong-hwan led the two who visited the Embassy in Seoul to a small conference room.

“ruler! I wonder if our junior, whom we haven’t seen in a while, asked for something to find me?”

“no way. Do you feel sorry for your juniors who listen to you? I think you’re looking for a senior only when I have something to ask for.”

“yes. You only found me when you did.”

“Large. did you? What does it mean to like a senior who is both a senior and a senior? hahahahaha.”

“The introduction is long, junior. So, what do you want me to ask you?”

“It’s been more than 5 years since you worked at the embassy in France. So, do you know anyone on the Asia Pacific side? As someone with a bit of a kick?”

“We are in charge of that, of course. But why?”

“Uhm… that’s a little hard to talk about right now, but it’s pretty important, so I have a matter to discuss directly with the person in charge.”

Son Mi-joo’s words made Kim Yong-hwan’s eyes widen.

“How come your words are uneasy… What are you trying to do again?”

“Ah senior. What do you mean by accident! I can’t tell you the details right now, but Jikji… I might be able to get it back.”

Cough Cough

At Son Mi-joo’s words, Kim Yong-hwan, who had just been drinking coffee, stood up.

“What? Jikji? Is it really?”

His pupils, trembling like an earthquake, seemed to tell him how surprised he was.

There were times when Son Mi-joo, a junior, had troubles, but she knew very well that she would never say something out of nothing.

Excited Kim Yong-hwan urged Son Mi-joo and said,

“how? You know very well that they’re never going to give it up easily. By what means?”

“ah! Senior, calm down. Director Han Jeong-hee here will tell you the rest.”

Only then did Kim Yong-hwan, who returned to reason, look at Han Jeong-hee, who was standing next to him, with an embarrassed expression.

“sorry. I saw ugliness. Come to think of it, I couldn’t even say hello properly.”

“Oh ho ho, I understand. My name is Han Jeong-hee, director of Stellar Entertainment.”

“Stella… what about it?”

“Yeah. This is actor Song Kyu-ha’s agency.”

At those words, Kim Yong-hwan’s face turned bright.

How much did Korea’s status in France rise thanks to Song Kyu-ha?

In a way, it was the embassy in France that benefited the most.

“Ah, did you? If there is a day to see you, I really wanted to say thank you hahahahaha. But how can Jikji be retrieved? But why did Director Han Jeong-hee…?”

Kim Yong-hwan was confused by the relationship between Son Mi-joo and Han Jeong-hee, who did not match at all.

“We have a negotiating card that France can never miss. Not only Jikji, but a lot of cultural assets are recovered, so it is a good card.”