The Shaman Wants Transcendence

75 – What Witches and Fairies Have in Common

Jinseong laughed at Arin, who fell asleep in an instant, like a beast that falls asleep right away if you hit her head.

“Uh, over there…? Brother…?”

But Lee Se-rin couldn’t smile and was restless like Jin-seong, and she talked to Jin-seong.

“Uh, to call Ella. No… Ella won’t confirm…?”

It was a question with multiple meanings.

What is the reason you put Iarin to sleep to check on Ella?

She would only be able to talk comfortably with Ia Lin, so why did she do this?

Was she using Ella as bait to ensure our safety?

If that was her intention, why did she say that Ella could be in danger?

A line of questions full of questions about Jinsung’s behavior.

Jinseong smiled brightly at her question.

Then, while she was charging, she picked up Arin’s smartphone and threw it at Serin.

“Crack the password.”

“Yes…?”

“Don’t you know. The password.”

Se-Rin Lee accidentally took her smartphone and unlocked her password. And Jinseong put it on her hand that he reached out.

He took a few pictures of Arin sleeping with her smartphone and sent them to Ella as they were.

“Uh?”

Then he called Ella.

* * *

Loneliness is like cold air.

Even when I’m still, it makes my hair as sharp and hard as glass, and it freezes my skin layer by layer, making me feel like digging into my bones. If you try to move your body because it is so cold, the cold wind becomes the wind that cuts your flesh little by little, and it penetrates each pore like a needle, giving you a sharp feeling of stabbing your body and mind.

When you breathe in the pain, the air like pieces of glass sweeps through your lungs and disappears from every corner, and the vacancy of the cold air that disappears without a trace in the slight heat of your body temperature gives only emptiness. The feeling in his lungs emptying at the end of the pain was a piercingly lonely feeling that could not be said to be good even with empty words.

Ella felt that cold chill in a dark house with no one around.

She could feel the chill permeating her heart, not her body.

There is a saying that deficiency comes from cognition, not ignorance.

I don’t know if I was alone from the beginning, but I was already familiar with Arin Lee and got used to the warmth of people. Therefore, the spaciousness and loneliness of her home, which had been taken for granted when she first came to study abroad, now became abnormal and approached her as her pain.

‘Yesterday was noisy…’

What she recalls is the visit of Arin and her friends from the previous day.

Ia-rin, who is noisy but always friendly to herself.

A timid and kind Lee Se-rin.

And Park Jin-seong, the older brother of Lee A-rin, whom we met for the first time yesterday.

She recalled the image of Park Jin-sung, who spoke to her gently.

A suit that fits your body and is taller than you.

There’s even a cute and good-looking face that goes well with the tone of voice.

He was a man with a normal and cool appearance, not like a witch doctor who is said to be full of quirks.

‘It looked like a Korean from a drama.’

But despite such a likable appearance, there was something that made me question it.

‘Why are the last names different?’

It was that Lee Arin and Lee Se-rin had different surnames.

The two had the surname ‘Lee’, but Jinseong had the surname ‘Park’.

‘Is there such a thing as a secret of birth?’

When she was in Germany, she remembered Korean dramas she watched.

Then I started imagining a story about Jinseong.

Did the couple change their surname after they divorced and then get back together?

Or did she come to know that the woman she was dating before went to sleep with her child, but she found out after a while?

Or was it because she was born to her concubine, so she couldn’t inherit her last name and had no choice but to live with a different last name?

With Jinseong as the material, she let her imagination run wild.

And when that imagination goes on and on and on and finally when she tries to use even this Arin as her material.

Meow!

“Hick!”

Iarin’s dedicated notification sound that she had set rang.

At the same time, she could not help but be surprised because she was thinking of a story related to the secret of her birth as Arin. It was as if Ia Lynn had read her own mind with her mind reader and sent her texts at her own timing.

She calmed her beating heart and checked her smartphone.

And…

“Uh?”

Looking at Arin’s picture of her sleeping, I couldn’t help but be puzzled.

‘A sleeping picture?’

Why was the sleeping picture sent?

How did you send the picture when you’re sleeping in the first place?

Who took this photo?

Isn’t it Lee Arin who sent the picture?

Who takes a picture of the owner of her phone with her someone else’s cell phone and sends it?

So, is the picture Lee Arin sent you correct?

In a short moment, countless questions and unorganized sentences passed through her mind.

And these doubts were soon resolved.

♪~♬♩~

The call came.

The jazz-style music used in her favorite drama filled her quiet home, and the word ‘Arin Lee’ was written in large letters on her smartphone.

“Hello? Frau Lee?”

Ella answered the phone like lightning and she was about to tell Arin why she sent such a picture to herself, what kind of joke is this?

[Ah, is that Frau Winter? ]

However, she was at a loss for words when she heard a gentle, yet heavy male voice over the phone instead of a lively female voice. Instead of questioning as usual, she asked in a voice brimming with bewilderment.

“Who, who are you?”

[This is Park Jin-seong, whom I saw yesterday. He is Ia-rin’s older brother. ]

“Ah… Ah. Yes.”

Why did Arin’s cell phone call her brother?

And that too right after sending the strange picture of her.

“What brings you here?”

[ Ah. That is… Whoa. ]

She felt uneasy at the sound of Jinsung’s heavy sigh.

Okay.

Anxiety.

It stimulated her brain, and she felt anxiety pierce her heart.

[Have you seen the picture? ]

“Yes? Yes… A picture of Frau Lee sleeping…”

[That’s true…]

Jinseong’s voice was stretched out as if it had been steamed.

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Then gather your strength and hit it with a hammer, Uttered shocking words to her head.

[ Arin is sleeping because of witchcraft. ]

It was a word that completely turned her head, which had been swirling with various thoughts, into pure white.

“Yes? Uh, that. Week, yes? Sleep… Yes?”

Words that didn’t make sense, that didn’t make sense, kept coming out of her mouth.

And when, after a very little time, her reason returned, and she was able to spit fully formed words out of her mouth.

“I’m going now, so I’m waiting for you!”

The first word that came out was this.

* * *

“Ph, Frau Lee! Frau Lee?!”

Yelled Ella as she spurred on to break down her door.

In her other sweaty hand, she held an overheated, smoldering broom. She was wearing a one-piece negligee, as if she hadn’t had time to pack her clothes. It was a long shape that came down to her ankles, but it was made of silk, so it looked like it would show through when exposed to bright light.

Seeing this, Jin-seong lifted the thin blanket from the bed and put it over Ella’s shoulder, wrapped it around her shoulder and led her to Ia-rin’s place.

“Frau Lee!”

Ella sat down on the bed next to Arin as if her tension was relieved as she watched Arin sleeping in a strange posture as if she were performing an acrobatics.

When Jinseong seemed to calm down a bit, she sat down facing her and spoke to her.

“Frau Winter. You must be very surprised.”

“Yes, yes… I was surprised…”

As she answered her sincerity, she suddenly felt the touch of a blanket wrapped around her own body.

She was aware of what she was wearing and what she was wearing.

“Aww!”

In her reflex, Ella wrapped the blanket over her shoulder and wrapped it around her body, and she wrapped herself tightly so that the negligee she was wearing was not exposed. Then she looked at Jin-seong with a slightly reddened face, she said.

“Go to the blanket, thank you…”

“It was nothing.”

He smiled at her as if to reassure her.

“Don’t worry. Fortunately, she’s only sleeping because of the effects of her witchcraft, and she hasn’t suffered any injuries or curses.”

“That’s right?”

Thank god.

Ella heard her sincerity and relaxed her body as if she were relieved.

Then she secretly glanced at Arin, as if she hated having surprised her, but seeing her sleep ignorant of the world, even the nasty feelings disappeared, and only the thought of being fortunate filled her mind again.

“I was worried because I was caught by a bit of an evil sorcerer. I’m so glad I didn’t get hurt.”

An evil shaman?

Ella widened her eyes at the words that came out of her sincere mouth.

“A wicked, sorcerer? Maybe… Fortune telling…”

What came to her mind was the fortune teller who had tried to play her nonsense on her some time ago.

Jinseong nodded her head.

“Yes. That person that comes to mind is probably right. The fortuneteller who traded between the hotel and the house in Frau Winter.All.”

“That… A strange person…”

“Whoa. He was just masquerading as an ordinary fortuneteller, but he’s a really vicious guy. If I hadn’t come to Russia right now, I’d be in big trouble.”

“It’s a big deal…”

He picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Ella.

“Huh? This…”

Strange patterns drawn on paper.

Every time I passed the road, the picture I saw was drawn.

“As expected, I thought it was strange! It’s a symbol of some evil group, isn’t it?”

“Hmm.”

“I thought he was a suspicious person from the first time I saw him. I guess I was right!”

“Since the first time I saw you?”

“Yes. Bokchae says that it can be served later, doesn’t it use a tent with such a strange pattern on it, not the pattern used by fortune tellers? It’s suspicious to anyone. But Frau Lee is casually friendly…”

Ella, as if the mere sight of the patterns on the paper made her annoyed, so she uttered her complaint.

Jinsung watched him quietly.

It was just that there was a small spark flickering in his eyes, barely visible.

‘Huh, was it like that?’

What he sees is her breasts hidden under the blanket.

To be precise, it was another human trace inside her chest.

Physically, it was such a weak trace that it would be an exaggeration to describe it as a trace of a fetus that did not even become a fetus.

It’s just that the tiny soul sleeping in the traces is so similar to that of a certain woman he knew in the past.

Jinsung couldn’t help but laugh.