Devil's Music

Everyday life in the Red Castle was very peaceful. In fact, there were more than a million people guarding the house, so it was natural for peace to come out of anything.

I could walk a wide lawn without noticing others, or sit on the grass in the sunny afternoon and play guitar. In an unexpectedly comfortable life, Gun and Kiska were always together.

A few days later, that same day, when I was playing guitar in the lawn under the warm sun in the afternoon, I lay down beside him, drawing a picture and covering him with a blanket, and I saw the sentence he wrote in his sketchbook.

It was four lines of text on the end of a sketchbook drawn by Kiska with the crepes he bought.

“Huh? I don't know what you're talking about, it's Russian. ”

The gun waves to a member of the group standing guard with a machine gun. I didn't scream in case Kiska woke up, but the neural guard stood still, so I quickly approached the signal from the gun. The blonde, but short-haired, member resembles the one you often see in South Korean saunas.

“Hey, your name was Dmitri, right? ”

Dmitri hides his machine gun behind his back, squeezing his head out, checking for a sleepy Kiska, then nodding.

“That's right, Kay. ”

“I'm sorry, do you have any idea what this means? ”

Dmitri looks sad to see that he knew it was written by Kiska after seeing his sketchbook. He scratches his cheek for a moment and looks across the sketchbook at the first line.

“At the top of the line is the sentence 'If I can change the world'. Are you sure it was written by Lady Kiska? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Dmitri sighs for a moment.

“I'll read it as it is. If I could change the world, I'd go back in time, back in time. It says," If I could just hide somewhere and look, and go back and save you... "”

He looks down at Kiska, who fell asleep with a sad look on his face. Dmitri, like the case, opened his mouth with a hesitant voice, looking at Kiska with his sad eyes.

“She doesn't miss her mom. Strange, isn't it? I never felt like she wanted to see her mother. You see a picture or a portrait, and you just don't look at it. Maybe she just wants to remember her mom's last appearance. ”

Gun looks up at Dmitri and asks.

“Last seen? I heard that I saw my mother die firsthand, but you're trying to remember her horrific appearance? ”

Dmitri nods slightly.

“I heard Natalie. Ah! His mother's name is Natalie. Before he died, he smiled at Lady Kiska and said she died. like you want me to remember your last image. ”

“How do you know that? I heard that everyone at the department store had died. ”

“No. Only one of them was alive. even though he's now crippled and back in Russia. He was shot three times, then passed out, covering her body, and now she's alive. ”

“I see... … Thank you, Dmitri. ”

“No, here's a sketchbook. ”

After returning the sketchbook to Gun, Demetri stands guard, pulling out his machine gun behind his back. He looked down at Kiska's words in the sketchbook, and he translated them into English. Looking down at the sentence written in English for a moment, my eyes sank deeper.

"Let's write a song, shout it to the world instead of Kiska, which is hard to express. Horses in Kiska's little heart. ’

Gun handed the sketchbook over to the next page and began to draw an empty misdirection. I heard a guitar about a page filled with false spots.

‘It's only four lines of lyrics, but let's make this. When Kiska writes another piece, let's summarize the ideas and make music that Kiska wants to share with others, not a song for Kiska. ’

When I closed my eyes and held the peak, I started playing the solo melody. The emotional melody, as if trying to paint heaven, flows out of my hand.

Repeated several times, he made a single syllable and put a note on the wrong place on the sketchbook. More thoughtfully than ever, I repeated the task of writing a musical note again while holding the guitar and playing.

I was focused enough to be treated as a madman to recite the lyrics while mumbling in my heart.

Kiska, who had been asleep for over an hour, opens her eyes with her head down. Guitar sounds came from Kiska's ears, blinking as if trying to figure out where this place was, looking at the green grass in front of him.

“Heave, heave, heave, heave, heave... ”

When Kiska raises her head and looks at the case, she smiles as she looks at Kiska while playing the guitar.

“Are you awake? I wrote a song because I wanted to play it to Kiska. Will you listen to it?" ”

Kiska blinks and rises to her feet to look at the case. Once he stroked the cute Kiska's head, he started playing the guitar again.

I miss something with Kiska's ears, and I hear a guitar sound that sounds desperate. Kiska closes her eyes without even knowing it.

The voice of the case passed through both fiction and sincerity, conveying a gentle emotion.

If I could change the world.

(If I could change the world.)

Back in time, I'll be back then.

(I'm going back in time, back in time.)

When I had to hide in a place where no one knew.

(When I had to hide somewhere where no one knew me, I just had to look.)

If you can go back then and save you.

(If only I could go back and save you.)

Although it was a short song, Kiska, who was tasting the song lyrics, looked at the case with her eyes wide open as if surprised.

When the gun met Kiska's eyes, he revealed his teeth and laughed. Kiska looks at the sketchbook next to Huddak.

He smiled and said that he was very curious that he made his own words into songs, or that he stroked Kiska's head alternately between the sketchbook and the case.

“Let's make some more together. ”

At that time, as soon as I got off at the airport, I was surrounded by members of the group, like the perpetrator who was arrested, driving to Red Kessle, wiping off the cold sweat on my forehead with a handkerchief.

Uh, where are you taking him? Kim Gun, you bastard, what happened to you again? ’

'Welcome Mr. Pickett from the airport. The man with the’ Lee B.J ’picket just left a short note that Kay had sent and drove a bottle in his car without explanation and moved the car around.

Following the message that Gun sent, the big men in suits regretted believing and following someone easily in front of the car, but they were too overwhelming to go there and say no.

Just as he was sweating quietly, his body stuck between the masses and he arrived at the entrance of the Red Kessle, Bottle Joon groaned as he saw members of the group walking around with machine guns.

‘Huff... Am I in a trap? Gunny can't be related to these people... ’

As the members get out of the car, Byeong-jun, who was in the middle, is nervous and trembles.

A moment later, a man with a tattoo on his skin head pushed his head inside the car door and checked the bottle's face. When Byung-jun saw him, he could hardly bear the horror of his groaning.

‘Phew!! I have a tattoo on my head!!! Hiic.’

Miroslav looks at Bottle Joon's face and asks.

“Mr. Lee, Kay's manager. Is that correct?"

“Hiic! Hiic! Yes, yes!! No, that's right! Hiic!”

“Get off.”

After the head of the snake tattoo that appeared to be the car door disappeared, Byung-jun hurriedly moved his butt and got out of the car. Bottle Jun weighed about 175 cm, but I still didn't hear that he was short, but when the bowls that looked over 190 to 2 m looked down at him, I felt like a little boy.

Moreover, the members of the organization who looked at his face as if they were trying to remember Byungjun's face while holding the machine gun to their shoulders and grabbing the scary-looking shepherd's neck did not get used to it.

The scaries-looking bald tattoo came back after making an intercom call at the entrance post, and the hiccups had only stopped.

“Hiic! Hiic! ”

Miroslav looks down at Bottle Jun.

“Are you uncomfortable? ”

“Hiic! Ah! No!”

“Umm... Then let's go. ”

“Yes, yes! Hiic!”

Bottle jun in a golf cart along Miroslav looks behind his back and gives him more hiccups.

Miroslav just drove a cart and tilted his head as the mansion approached to see if he didn't care about him.

“What are they doing out there, not on guard? ”

Byeong-jun looks back at Miroslav's head, and he sees over ten members of the organization gathering behind their machine guns and looking at something.

"What the hell! Are you burying someone? There's no way this garden is bigger than a football field! ’

You hear a small guitar as Miroslav stops the golf cart and turns it off. Byeong-jun glanced at his ears to see if the manager's trait was triggered, and his complexion brightened as soon as he heard the song.

"This voice! Gun! Gun! Oh, thank God! It wasn't a trap. ’

The poor guitar sound was not merely played through arpeggio or traditional spelling, but was played as if it was made of solo addressing from beginning to end.

It was like playing blues, but the feeling of music was closer to pop than blues. Miroslav stands in front of the cart, crossing her arms and looking at her men, nodding.

“You were listening to Kay's song. It's worth it. That's what I did at first. But these guys are home with their bosses. Are they playing games? ”

You hear Miroslav murmuring, but the spirit of Byeong-jun is drawn to the sound of the song.

Bottle Joon, who had wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, looked in horror at the fact that he was sitting on the grass far away and the little girl.

This is awesome! We have to make it public! ’

Late winter afternoon.

In a red garden full of the scent of Cyclamen on a cold day. The first music of a legendary musician was being made.

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