Episode 168
Episode 56. Sculptor of Chaos (3)
A woman appeared with the sound of leaves shaking.
It was a woman with red hair and a suit who sat next to Jin at the transfer gate. She swiped quickly between the branches, looked around, and jumped down with a big smile.
“Youngest! Jina! Hee hee hee hee hee!”
A voice full of excitement.
Yona had been by Jin’s side ever since yesterday when he visited the Kon vassal. Jin also used his inner eye to figure out that she was nearby.
Although nothing had been agreed upon in advance, the siblings got along very well.
“I had a really hard time pretending not to know!”
“me too. how are you? sister. What disguise did you make so much noise about? Maybe that red hair was stained with blood.
“You said you would die if your father caught you meeting me, Owl. So I dyed it my favorite color. Fix your face with makeup hee hee.”
“Hmm… I don’t know what that has to do with my favorite color.”
Those words reminded me of a warning I had been trying to put aside.
-You warned me through Gilly. Stop thinking of using Yona-sama in any way.
Shiron’s warning with the Black Gauntlets Do not use Jonah.
But this time, I wanted to close my eyes and use Yona’s ability. It’s not that I’m going to kill Boubard, it’s just a light request to eavesdrop
…
Stop if you don’t get caught.
And even if you get caught, if you donate the bust of Shiron containing the sculptor’s artistic soul, it will be covered up.
‘What the hell am I thinking? If my father was a great man who would forgive sins like that, our family wouldn’t be like that. Let’s never get caught.’
“don’t worry! Oul said he would keep it a secret. And I’m keeping my senses sharp, but no one’s chasing us.”
“I’m glad. I was always checking and moving.”
“But why did you come to see me this time?”
“It’s half and half. I just wanted to see my sister, half with the intention of doing a trivial favor. By the way, look at this.”
“What?”
Jin took out a small glass bottle containing an unknown black liquid from his chest. Then he opened the lid and drank it in one gulp.
“nice. Mandokju is well written. You have to show what you received as a gift.”
“Ahahaha…! It’s really funny. It’s ‘black moss poison’. It’s a poison that’s pretty hard to find. Did your colleagues save you?”
“yes.”
“I’m going to kill you, I guess. Feeding my sister something like that.”
“I asked for help.”
“Quiet. I don’t like it anyway.”
Jin shook his head as he saw Yona, who was widening her eyes. Right after waking up after consuming Mandokju, I thought that if I found out that my colleagues had poisoned me, I might really kill them.
“Hee, it’s nice to see Mandokju permeate well. Proud!”
Jonah, whom I met after about two months, is still an elusive personality. However, Jin didn’t hate that kind of thing about his sister anymore, and he didn’t feel sorry for him anymore.
Jonah won’t want to be pitied, whatever the origin of her grotesque personality.
“So what is your request?”
“From now on, I will meet a sculptor named Bouvard Gaston. If you don’t mind, listen to what he says. Whether talking to yourself or having a conversation with others.”
“It’s simple, okay. Instead, play with me when it’s over.”
“I might have to watch it for a few days, but if you’re okay with your time.”
The siblings started to walk again, chattering. After walking slowly for about a couple of hours, I soon saw a private house with a signboard that said, ‘Art is an Explosion’.
It was Bouvard Gaston’s sculpture studio. The sculptural workshop on top of a low hill was dyed by the evening sunset.
Dozens of large and small sculptures could be seen in front of the studio, as if there was not enough space inside. The curious thing is that the energy in each piece is so great that you can feel the strange aura even from a distance.
‘It’s shocking. Even I, who is new to sculpture, feel like this is enough for artists to fall into despair.’
As I approached and took a closer look, it was even more so. The sculptures of life seem to move at any moment when touched, and the sculptures expressing objects are more three-dimensional than the real thing.
However, Yona’s eyes looking at the sculpture were unusual. Instead of falling into admiration like Jin, her eyes are fierce as if she has seen something ominous and unpleasant.
“sister?”
“These pieces…”
“Are you okay?”
“Oh it’s okay. Uh… that’s a bit embarrassing. This was made by the same kind as me. I can tell.”
“yes? Are you of the same type as your sister?”
Is it a story related to your sister’s special powers? The thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t ask.
“Interesting. Youngest, can you tell me how you got here?”
After thinking about it for a while, Jin released the information he got from Mato Backer to Yona. She was as reliable a brother as Luna.
“Hmm, that’s what happened… A shapeshifter? Who is this sculptor? I was hit by you at a banquet at my parents’ house.”
“I’m not sure yet. So I came to see if I could find out something.”
“For now, I’m going to kill Presence. The youngest does what the youngest has to do. Don’t be surprised if I don’t feel it.”
Startle.
As soon as the words were finished, Jonah disappeared. It was to the point that even if I opened my mind to the maximum, I could hardly feel Yona’s presence.
‘If my sister erases her presence properly, she must have been hiding between the pieces. Rather… the reaction is strange in many ways. Is your sister the same type as Bouvard?’
Crush!
First, I shook the bell on the door with all my might and rang it. The sculptors of Kurano usually work in the basement of the workshop, so they did not recognize the arrival of a guest by lightly knocking on the door.
After shaking for a while, the sound of thumping footsteps echoed from inside. It was the sound of Bouvard nervously climbing the stairs with his heavy body.
jump!
“What the hell kind of job…”
That guy.
Boubard couldn’t help but stare at Jin for a while.
“It’s been a while since Bouvard Gaston…”
“Iik! You bastard, come to find out where this place is!”
Then, Bouvard took out a handful of salt from his bosom and threw it.
According to his standards, most of the visitors to the workshop are ‘unlucky and dirty’ guests, so salt is always prepared.
From Bouvard’s point of view, Jin was the most unlucky person among them.
Chew!
slap!
Of course, Jean lightly turned to avoid the salt sprinkled by Bouvard without getting hit by a single grain.
“You are doing too much. I am here as a guest today.”
“Guests will freeze to death! I don’t accept guests like you!”
“Does it really have to come out like that? I am like your benefactor.”
“Ahhhh? Eun-i-i-in!?”
“If the other siblings or guardian knights heard about your absurd remarks at the banquet hall, you would have been torn limb from limb. Then I would have never dreamed of making such a beautiful sculpture after that day.”
“Shut up and die!”
Puck!
Bouvard’s fist hit Jin’s philtrum.
“Stop it later. Even if I’m a reserve jockey, this isn’t…”
Puff!
After getting hit by two, I felt something cut off. It felt like the thread of patience was snapping in my head.
‘Yes, the one who beat this guy might not buy unnecessary suspicion. No, but is this a lack of fear or a failure to learn?’
The moment the third fist is about to fly.
bang! Jin hit Boubard’s head with his fist like hammering.
“Quack!”
It was different from the banquet, where he staged a plausible fight in his own way. Jin has grown remarkably since then, and Bouvard is still a clumsy 6-star.
As Boubard’s legs were about to collapse, Jin grabbed his wrists and forcibly fixed his posture.
Another person appeared from inside the workshop.
“Bubbar, why are you making such a fuss… Confucius?”
“Sir Bishkel…?”
I didn’t expect Bishkel to be in ‘Art is Explosion’ today.
“Why is Confucius Qin here? Aren’t you conducting preliminary jockey exams?”
“that is.”
“By Bishkel! This guy humiliated me like that at the banquet hall, and then he came back and started this uproar…! Aww! Please kill him!”
Then, Bishkel’s gaze touched the salt that fell on the floor. I could see Jin’s slightly swollen philtrum and forehead.
‘It’s obvious without seeing what happened to this disgusting fat bastard.’
Vishkel swallowed those words and let out a low sigh.
“…Eat inside, Boubard. Apologize. Do you mean killing someone?”
“Why am I!”
“If you didn’t hit me first, I’ll ask Gongja Jin to apologize first. Do you have something to say?”
Vishkel was delighted to see Boubar with a wrinkled forehead in his heart. It’s always been like that, but lately, especially because of Bouvard, the stress he’s receiving isn’t the only one.
“Ugh. Still… I can’t apologize!”
“Oh, I just apologize first. I’m sorry I hit you, Buvar.”
Jin shoved Bouvard away as if it were not the same and stepped inside, shaking hands with Vishkel.
‘This gentle and cool-looking person is also Kingelo…? The turkey bird said that Boubar seemed to have a higher rank than Bishkel, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.’
And Bishkel doesn’t know that Jonah is hiding nearby.
‘Bishkel must have had a better mind than me as an 8-star. I’m sure my sister will take care of it.’
After shaking hands, Vishkel shrugged.
“I’m sorry, Gongja Jin.”
“No, I also came here expecting this much. I should have been more patient, but I’m rather sorry that I’ve embarrassed Lord Bishkel.”
“no. But what happened…?”
“I was trying to make a bust of my father, but all the sculptors on the workshop street recommended Bouvard. I came here after thinking about it until the end.”
“Um, that’s right.”
“I have a bit of a past with him, but it’s probably because he’s a bust of my father. When I saw the sculptures at the entrance of the studio, I thought I had come to the right place. I was in awe of Bouvard’s works.”
Bishkel’s eyes narrowed.
“Confucius Qin.”
“yes.”
“I know better than anyone else that Buvar’s sculpting skills are outstanding. But with that alone, I don’t readily understand why the youngest Prince of Runkandel is showing such a low profile.”
“Ah… do you think there might be some evil intentions?”
“That’s right. The Confucius I saw at the banquet was not a person who would break his pride for such things. Besides, if I needed a bust of Sir Chiron, I would have been fine sending someone else here instead.”
Jin nodded as if he had lost.
“You saw it right. Yes, in fact, there are some impure intentions. Because what I really wanted to meet was Sir Bishkel, not Bouvard.”
Jin gazed at Vishkel with his quietly glowing eyes.
