I Became a Foreigner Loved by Transcendentalists

28 – Episode 28. A performance that moves your emotions

After that, I repeated training and resting, and told Marilyn about my experiences one by one.

For the most part, it was a story that couldn’t be called pleasant.

As the world is in such a state, stories of people dying were bound to be included at some point.

“From what you’ve said, it sounds like you’ve been through quite a lot of hardships. Did you often see the people you worked with die?”

“Yes, whatever. “No matter what kind of world it is.”

A rush followed by an answer.

The fast-moving spear roughly pierced the center of the scarecrow, scattering fragments everywhere, showing off its majesty.

Changnam… …. No, this is the moment when the familiarity gained from switching to the spearfishing class shines.

But what stands out more than that is the performance of the window.

It is durable enough to not leave a scratch even after being swung multiple times, and has the power to easily slaughter a scarecrow made of wood and straw.

If you swing the spear a little more and get a feel for it, it would be possible to pin this powerful power to the desired location and easily defeat the enemy.

“So I feel a bit unfair. “I just chose the one with the highest pay, but everyone said he was a warrior slayer or something.”

I thought over that personal evaluation and agreed with what Marilyn said, but she didn’t say a word and just stared at me.

The eyes are still smiling, but that’s only because the habit has hardened.

If you look at the corners of your mouth that are not raised, anyone can tell that you are not taking the story so far very happily.

“… Ahahahaha, isn’t this kind of story good?”

“I don’t think so. “I don’t think it’s a story worth just laughing at.”

A serious voice returns to an ambiguous smile.

As I sat down, there was quite a bit of bitterness in the air as I stroked the lute in my hand.

“I am nothing more than a lowly clown.”

Marilyn’s fingers move in unison with the rhyming phrases that follow.

-Tiriring~

She started playing with him.

At the same time, it was also the answer to my question.

“His duty is to process stories he has heard while wandering around the world and receive evaluation from other people……. And the stories we hear from him are not always pleasant.”

Yes, unlike the previous one, it was a very lonely atmosphere.

“If it’s sad, it’s sad, if it’s funny, it’s funny, it also expresses one side of the world… …. So I just listen. No matter how much survival has become a shallow joke, I realize that life feels more special than death to those who came to this land in search of salvation.”

-Tiriring~♬

The moment when the refreshing sound of the lute is played at a slow tempo.

Just by listening, I could feel the lonely emotion in her voice being transmitted through my skin.

“… Yes, that’s right. “Not all stories have to be pleasant.”

Even the requiem sung at a funeral is sung to let go of sadness, but how can a singer find only pleasant things?

As I was currently holding her spear and facing her scarecrow, I felt a simple gratitude toward her as she played, putting it in her mouth.

Even the playful attitude I’ve always shown is put aside for just this moment.

Because I felt that they were affirming me as I calmly accepted this harsh world.

-Shuhak!

As I realized that I had met another person who understood me in that way, I felt my hand gestures wielding the spear gain even more momentum.

Stronger and faster than before.

-Tiriring~♬

In between these actions, the sound of her lute rang softly, and soon her lips parted and a faint sound of breathing escaped.

“La~ Laila~♪”

A melody as beautiful as its pure white appearance.

As the song continued smoothly, I felt that my hesitation disappeared and my actions gained more momentum.

It is not an illusion.

From the moment I heard the song, something changed in my body.

-Shiririk, Shahahahak!

The moment when the scarecrow’s straw was cut cleanly with a light swing that came with such awareness.

It was an amazing achievement to see for myself, but even more than that, I felt strongly that I didn’t want to stop there.

With such thoughts, the wandering thoughts gradually began to blur together and the spear began to advance without hesitation toward the point in sight.

-Shoo!

Yes, that was a dot.

The spear was swung as far as I could before.

At some point, I want to stab myself. The moment I penetrate this exact spot.

-Shirilik, Shuhak!

As it happened again just as I thought, I felt my desire gradually rising.

Is something like this even possible? Something like this?

-Understand!

At the end of such an enthusiastic partnership, the scarecrow collapses as her durability reaches its limit.

In response, Marylin hit her catch as if to announce the end of her performance. She immediately stood up from her seat and began to move her feet towards me.

“…Great.”

-Clap, clap, clap.

At certain intervals, a clear sound is produced and the lingering effects of the performance are erased.

“With that level, you will definitely be able to do well in real life.”

Marilyn shows a bright smile illuminated by the setting sun, as if she is proud of me.

As she gradually relaxed as she faced him, I looked at her and the spear she held in her hand, and asked her anything she wanted to know.

“Is that performance just now like a spell or magic?”

“Magic is the result of academic research that records exploration of the world, and witchcraft is the result of consistently repeating traditions such as beliefs and customs… …. “It must be said that there is no such depth to these tricks that are learned solely through personal experience.”

-Tiriring.

A light sound of laughter can be heard between the light sound of the lute.

The words that followed as if they were nothing special were something I could not overlook at all.

“I have been a clown my whole life, and I am proud of it… …. “Isn’t it funny that we have no talent for interfering with other people’s emotions?”

Interfering with emotions.

Isn’t that actually a power that should be considered equivalent to ‘hypnotism’, which is Deokhoon’s ability?

What’s more, it causes this to spread widely to everyone who listens to the song.

“However, manipulating other people’s emotions at will is against the clown’s mission… ….”

As if to show me that my thoughts were wrong, she plucked the strings of her lute again, drawing attention to herself.

“So, what I am allowed to do is not to create something out of nothing, but only to make people who are excited feel even more excited.”

“Are you saying that it just goes to the extent of emphasizing emotions?”

“Even seeds have to be buried in the ground to sprout, and no matter how many times you multiply something that doesn’t exist, in the end it’s just zero… The fact that you felt strong after listening to my performance shows the will that Hyosung has. “It means it’s that clear.”

It was just a help, but I have the basis for producing the same results as before.

It is not simply an encouragement to be considerate of me, but an evaluation that comes from her skillful and cool-headed analysis derived from the insight she has gained while wandering around this world.

That was a fact that I could feel as her eyes gradually turned from me to the window in my hand.

“And because the weapon held in that hand also responded to my playing, the clutter left on your still immature body was probably able to be erased.”

Ego Weapon.

Even though its presence was not yet revealed on the outside, she was able to clearly see its identity.

She said, looking down at that window, bursting out laughing.

“Please cherish it. You are still young, but if we work together, it will be a great help to your growth as you try to get through this harsh world…….”

The encounter with this spear may have been a coincidence, but if the relationship continues, we will be able to climb to greater heights than before.

The moment I heard such sincere advice, I felt my heart pounding as I held the spear gradually getting stronger.

For now, it will only be a temporary rental, but the purpose has arisen to be recognized as the owner of this weapon when the time comes and I meet the right qualifications.

“Thank you for joining us today. “I’ll take care of you tomorrow as well.”

Furthermore, I felt a simple hope that my meeting with her would continue beyond that, including her future missions.

****

In that way, after leaving today’s chance meeting behind.

The wandering clown, who had left the training ground, took the time to step into the dark alleyway without hesitation, plucking the strings of the lute in her hand.

No clear destination has been determined.

Just humming to her tune and going wherever her feet took her, wherever she felt like, was all she did on her journey.

“It’s amazing. Someone’s name is still clearly visible.”

But just today, the impression I felt from him was bound to be a little different.

After meeting, separation always awaits. Even if you make a promise after that, it will only be buried as a memory until that time does not come.

Isn’t his name still lingering in my heart as I accept the world with such a light attitude?

” Of all the relationships I’ve had so far, there aren’t many that I can clearly remember… But it’s really strange.”

Receiving help by chance, narrowing the distance for a certain purpose, and keeping a certain distance for some reason were also common experiences when meeting people.

Among the countless encounters I’ve had so far, it’s not that special, but why can’t I take that encounter lightly and keep thinking about it?

Perhaps your heart is being drawn for a reason that you are not aware of?

“Miss, did you come alone?”

A voice heard when I was alone and immersed in my thoughts.

The clown, who realized that his feet had entered a dark alley as she followed him, stopped in place and stared at the shadow that had appeared before him.

Under the moonlight, a shabby-dressed man with a sinister look in his eyes.

After that, people with similar clothes and atmosphere had a mean smile on their faces.

“Hey, this. “If you stay still, the woman will come to you on her own.”

“The face is smooth, let’s see…” …. Oh, this is a big fish?”

Have I been so focused on him that I’ve walked into this place without even realizing it?

No, it’s the same as usual.

His journey simply goes to the place where his feet can reach, and if he feels like it, he will step into it without hesitation, whether it is a garbage dump or a den of monsters.

“Keuhihi! This could be some fun!”

“Don’t complain too much. “If you take the medicine here, you will soon become happy too.”

But at no time did he think that his careless actions were wrong.

Rather, she always hopes for a moment like this to come.

“…I feel a strong desire.”

What is a clown’s performance?

The more faithful the emotions of the audience looking at you, the stronger the momentum.

“Being faithful to your desires is a good thing. Could you please teach me here? “What is the greatest desire you are feeling at this moment?”

-Tiriring~

The bounce of the string that occurs as the magic hand gradually extends towards oneself.

The smooth melody highlights the emotions a person has and creates the effect of further encouraging the actions to be taken.

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That may be the only talent that the person who calls himself a lowly clown has honed while traveling through many worlds……

“hahahaha, greatest desire? That’s right, I’m spending quality time with you right here~”

The leader of a gang of bullies whose s*xual desires begin to burn even more after seeing the clown’s talents.

The look in the eyes that were staring at them showed that they were not concerned about anything else.

As if to teach that the one who reigns as the king of this alley has nothing to worry about except being faithful to his desires.

“I just want to hang out with the woman I met here. Is that your greatest desire?”

He also does not deny it if it is his desire. It’s all about personal desires.

“Then what about you?”

However, there is not only one person watching the stage.

The performance performed by those hands is also not limited to the individual.

“Are you satisfied with the present, just picking up what others left behind?”

The moment his eyes were fixed on the cold blade approaching from the boss approaching him.

-Phew!

The moment when the flash of light at the end pierced through the background. The leader’s depressed expression began to quickly turn back.

“What on earth are you…?” ….”

“Shut up you son of a b*tch. “I’ve never liked you before!”

-Phew, puff!

A series of stabbings by a subordinate who has always been dissatisfied with his leader.

The leader who allowed the surprise attack lost his temper and swung his fist, slamming his head into the wall.

The moment when the sound of the skull and brain being crushed together echoed loudly through the alley.

Even as he was reduced to such a miserable state and his rationality was fading away, his hatred towards himself was still depicted on his face.

-Phew!

Yes, the subordinates who put the sword in after that also.

“You guys, why…?” ….”

“If you die, I’ll be the boss!”

“Now that you think about it, you broke my nose last time because you said I was ugly, right?”

“I haven’t liked it since a long time ago. “Just die right here!”

Puff puff.

The moment when the leader’s body is cut to pieces by the blade held in their hands.

A few resisted in the middle and fell, but even that was not enough to overturn the numerical inferiority.

-Tiriring~

The sound of a musical instrument heard at the moment a life is extinguished.

But that would be far from a requiem.

Those here are faithful to their desires, and a scene faithful to their desires does not require solemnity like a funeral.

“The desire for me and the hatred for those who have been in the gutter all along… …. “Where are your desires directed now?”

Even though the blood splashing out from him stains his white clothes, the clown does not stop.

After that, even as the blood-stained blades were pointed at each other, the smile on their lips changed brightly and they quietly whispered about their mission.

“You don’t have to endure either. Forget about your worries, your worries… Everything that gives you vague anxiety, just for this moment.”

“Even if there are irreversible consequences at this moment, I will make you forget even that fear through my performance….”

There are overflowing audiences who want to see restraint lifted and their desires released.

How could a clown, who is supposed to add excitement to the moment, back away from this festival?