Chapter 11 – The Drunkard’s Mask
“…Um, big… Ah, ah. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken out myself.
It’s all thanks to you that I’ve regained my intellect to this extent. Thank you.”
Someone wearing the body of Go Eun, who is turning her head while loosening her neck.
Even without asking who it was, it was easy to know what was standing in front of me.
“…You…”
Hesitantly, he forcibly pulls out his leg, which is starting to back away, and approaches Go-eun wearing a mask.
And the moment she opened her mouth that she couldn’t bear to leave and spoke to the being in front of her, she lightly cut off my words.
“First of all, from what you’re misunderstanding, it’s not that I don’t increase the ‘master’, it’s that I can’t increase it.
The mask in front of you is connected to you, and this is the last remaining mask in the world. Of course, if you die, you can find another ‘contractor’.”
The girl who swept her mask up with fluttering fingers was definitely not the Go-eun I knew.
Something else wearing that body, probably a ‘mask’. What the hell is that thing doing?
“Wait, the last remaining mask? You mean there were more? What the hell are you…”
“Shh.”
A mask that reads questions in advance and uses Go Eun’s body to answer them.
At the sudden opportunity, my mouth starts spewing out my own questions,
The baptism of questions that seemed to never be stopped was easily blocked by a mask raising an index finger over his lips.
“It’s been a while since I came out, but I don’t intend to listen to your questions alone. I just answered one…
Two questions remain. I’ll give you just two more questions you want to ask me. It’s annoying.”
“…It’s arbitrary…”
A mask that passed me by, lay down on a bench, and rested my chin on my face, regardless of the inadvertent sarcasm.
The yawning and light laughing mask looks up at me as it waits for a question.
You have 2 opportunities to ask questions. For a moment, I thought, ‘Only?’
I carefully picked out the many questions that popped into my head, and finally put them out of my mouth.
“What do you want? If I offer you that ‘alcohol’ as a tribute, what will happen?”
It was what I needed to know first. What is in front of me right now is an existence far beyond people’s perception.
It transforms people into new creatures called “Saints” And drinks the semen collected from their bodies into alcohol.
In addition, he is now taking Go-eun’s body and telling her thoughts with her mouth and voice.
Where in the world did you find a mask like this?
If ‘alcohol’ isn’t all it wants, then I…
“I’d like to keep that a secret. I don’t have faith in you yet.
But don’t worry. Because you are my precious ‘contractor’. In this day and age, the things you worry about won’t happen.
Even if that opportunity comes to me early, it won’t hurt you guys. I promise you that.”
“…”
“It’s true. I have no interest in the survival of human beings. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.
All I really want right now is a drink. A drink made by mixing the two desires of a man and a woman is the best.”
The mask, which poses as if drinking alcohol from an invisible glass, smiles unkindly.
My head aches as to whether I should really believe the mask’s answer, but even thinking about it, there’s nothing I can do about it.
It doesn’t seem like he’s going to spit out secrets even if he asks further, and it doesn’t seem like a lie that he wants ‘alcohol’ as an entertainment.
That’s all you can find out with this question. I thought I might be able to figure out something more…
I clicked my tongue in a little bit of annoyance and pondered the next question.
“…What the hell is a ‘saint’? If you can’t increase the number of ‘owners of the mask’ anyway, then there’s no need for a saint anymore.
If it really exists to make sake, do you really need to increase the number? If you don’t need it… Can it be reduced?”
There were many important questions, but the first ones that came to mind were Hyemi noona and Yunsol.
If saints were created to brew sake, why would there be a lot of them?
I’m the only one who provides the semen, but I’m the one who pours the alcohol, and of course there can be more.
As long as I had no choice right now, I had to figure out how to reduce the number of victims somehow.
Similarly, for two people who have already changed.
‘Is there a way to return the saintess to her original human form?’
I wrapped the question in wrapping paper and tried to throw it out.
“…You said you had up to two questions, but it seems like you’re asking something with a twist, but it’s cute, so I’ll look at it.
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the answer you wanted, but there is no way to restore a human who has become a saint once.
But why are you curious? Isn’t that better for you? Those ‘two dogs’ have pretty good faces and bodies.
Being surrounded by such females shouldn’t be a bad thing on your part, is it because of guilt? Whoops…”
“…Shut up.”
There is no way to restore the two who have already become saints.
When I heard that story, I felt like a part of my chest was strangely tightened.
Feeling for the first time. I let out a sigh at the strange hesitation that vaguely lies on the edge of the sense of shame and guilt.
Then, while staring at the mask laughing at me, I nodded her head and demanded the next answer.
“Ah, did you ask what the reason for increasing the number of saints is?
The taste of the wine that each saint makes is different. For example… The one made by that female named Hyemi tastes like a refreshing fruit wine.
I haven’t tried the liquor made by another female named Sol Sol, but I have a hunch that a deeper drink will come out. Whoops…
That’s the only reason to increase the number of saints. Each holy woman tastes different from heaven, so it’s fun to ‘collect’.”
“…”
The reason for increasing the number of saints is to drink various types of alcohol… What the hell is this mask…
“Anyway, the question is now over. I think your curiosity has been resolved, Contractor?
If you give me a drink on time, any woman you want is yours, that’s all you need to know.
So… If you don’t starve me, we can get along just fine. Got it?”
Kamen jumped up from the bench and slowly walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.
The mask that shed a light laugh and suddenly pulled my collar and brought my ear in front of her mouth.
“Listen carefully. The snack I like is the contractor itself. You know what I mean?”
He swallows at the threats he hears in a soft tone and the familiar voice of Go Eun.
The nosebleed that ran down to cover my eyes, the far-away consciousness and the first headache I experienced.
A cold sweat ran down her back as she knew well with her own body that this was a death she had never experienced before.
“…Okay, you’re nice~ For some reason, I feel like I’ll be able to stick with you for quite some time.
Then, it’s a pity, but it’s time to go in. You’ll see it again soon. Whoops…”
“…Go away.”
“Yeah, bye -bai ──a …”
“으앗?!”
When the short hands are over, the mask is immediately falling from Goeun’s face and bumping into the floor.
At the same time, he loses his strength and collapses.
“Haha…!”
돌바닥에 고은 대신에 엎어진 충격이 고스란히 전해졌지만, 우선 그녀의 머리카락을 넘겨 상태를 살핀다.
“…스으…”
Goeun, who is taking a break from her lighter, is fortunate to be asleep.
She sighs with a sigh and picks up the mask that is rolling on her floor.
What the hell is this? Who made it for what purpose?
And why did you pick it up?
But for me now, this is meaningless.
My life is a sloppy match, and it’s a mask that is watching it in front of my mouth.
If you do not commit a saint, the fire will turn off. The fact that my neck was filled with the opportunity I came to.
…
“Ha, true. Really … Hey, the best wake up …”
By the way, what should the best be? I don’t think it’s going to happen for a while …
* *
Her deeply fell asleep and went around for a long time, and she was helped by her friends who met.
After smoking her cigarettes, the time was lunch.
“…아, 우주 오빠!”
In time, I touch my cell phone in front of the student restaurant, so I hear a voice that calls me far away.
단정하게 땋은 머리, 차분해 보이는 인상을 가리고 있는 안경에 작은 키, 체구에 어울리지 않는 가슴을 흔들면서 뛰어오는 윤솔이었다.
안 그래도 그녀와 점심시간에 보기로 약속했었고, 해야 할 말도 있어서 일부러 도서관과 가까운 식당으로 불러냈다.
“Oh, are you here? … Did you eat?”
“Oh, no … Yet …”
내 인사에 우물쭈물 손을 꼼지락대다가 점점 작아지는 목소리로 대답하는 윤솔.
She was originally a character. 소심하고 낯을 많이 가리며 복학한 나랑은 친해지는 것도 꽤 오래 걸렸었다.
처음에는 말을 붙이는 것도 어려웠고, 최근에 들어서야 어색함 없이 대화를 이어갈 정도까지 관계를 진전시켰다.
But…
“… Oh, brother … Did you eat?”
“아니 아직.”
뭔가 다른 어색함으로 똘똘 감긴 목소리로 수줍게 질문하는 윤솔.
윤솔이 다시 나랑 처음 만났을 때로 돌아간 이유는 벌써 알고 있다.
가면에 의해 성녀로 다시 태어난 윤솔은 나에게 ‘만들어진 호의’를 가졌기 때문이다.
지금 윤솔의 주변에 맴도는 어색함은 낯가림 때문이 아니다.
호의, 그것도 짝사랑에 가까울 정도의 호의로 얼굴을 붉히고 있는 윤솔은 다리를 비비적대고 있다.
“…윤솔이 너만 괜찮다면, 사줄 테니까 오늘은 요 앞에서 밥 먹을까?
여긴 주변에 듣는 귀가 많기도 하고… 이건 둘이서 조용히 할 이야기 같은데.”
“B, yes! I like it … Hehe …”
“그래, 그럼 갈까?”
계속 손가락을 꼬고 있던 윤솔은 귀엽게 웃으며 내 뒤를 따라붙는다.
The student restaurant is not a story to do in schools with many eyes and hearing ears.
At the same time, I don’t think there are many students in the restaurant outside the school …
“Yoon-sol, what do you want to eat?”
“I, if my brother is okay, I like anything … Brother?”
“Um … I don’t think … I’m drinking the most now. I want to get drunk.”
“Then I …”
“No, it’s a day to go out today. I can’t drink …”
I was walking out of the campus with somehow conversations.
“…?”
A fragrance that lingers on the tip of the nose. I look back at the fresh and comfortable fragrance.
It is the silver hair that comes to the eye, and in the light of the bright color.
A beauty of a fox with a white skirt with a golden embroidery and a white frill shirt.
“…Brother, why are you like this?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing.”
… Was there a foreign student in our school?
I don’t know for some reason, but I pass by the foreign woman who feels like a sunshine.
“…Hmm.”
* *
