Great Novelist

“I'm sorry we ate alone. ”

He said as he entered the hotel. The coin snorts.

“It's all on its own. ”

“It's the longest I've been afraid to eat. ”

“What's with the kebab? ”

He shrugs. As we go inside, we see Isabella waiting for us. She welcomed you.

“You're early. ”

“You're not late. ”

“Please don't be late for the awards ceremony. ”

“We'll see about that. ”

He stole the entrance from behind the coin. It's clean. Isabella looks at the coin once and asks.

“What have you been eating? ”

How do they know?

“Kebab.”

Isabella looks absurd in Coin's answer. She's had a kebab before the awards ceremony at a two-star hotel. Her eyes are on him.

“Coincidence with you, too? ”

“I tried to buy it, but the truck left. ”

Isabella smiles joyfully. You can never hear it from Coin's mouth. He asked her, who was alone.

“Where are the others? ”

“There he is. ”

He saw roses approaching from afar. Dongbaek was also with the butterflies. However, his expression was subtle. It's rigid somewhere. It's serious. The reason was by his side. There's another one with him. He checks his face and stabs the side of the coin with a slumber. He gives a nervous breakdown and stops.

“That old man. ”

Coin looks at him and kicks out a small tongue.

“The author of Kings. ”

Isabella mutters: An award-winning author. The distant eye of the butterfly was noticeably relieved to see him. He stares blankly at him as he approaches.

“There you are. ”

Much cleaner than the pictures in the book. I've always only seen pictures taken during my travels Standing in a suit in the city, he felt more like a businessman than a writer. I was surprised that the impression was so different depending on what environment you were in. I wondered what he would look like in his eyes.

“We barely met. Coincidence.”

He holds out his hand first. He held his hand reflectively. The strength I felt in my hands was heavy.

“Actually, it's more chaotic. ”

“Thank you."

“I enjoyed reading this book. ”

I came to the hotel and exchanged similar words several times. This seems like a completely different conversation since the opposing Pokémon has changed.

“There's no tension in that face. ”

King's words are meaningless. He seemed to know it all.

“The parties have already come to a conclusion, right? A long time ago.”

He gazed at him silently.

“I have experience. The real thing is in your mind. As soon as you read, you feel defeated. ”

I asked him to speak impeccably.

“Who did you lose to? ”

The King smiles. Coin grabs the ship and laughs.

“There's so much I can't tell you. ”

Kings takes a step back and talks to Coin.

“How are you? ”

“How many times do I have to say hello? ”

“You seem to be in big trouble someday. You have to listen to it when you hear you're healthy. ”

“There's nothing an old man can't say that's dying. ”

Isabella pinches his back in the unseen. It was a coin that made no sound. Kings were not offended at all by the familiarity.

“You wrote a pretty interesting article this time. ”

“I always write funny things. ”

“I remember your debut very well. ”

He frowns. The King's story is back to square one.

“I can't stop thinking about your writing when I get here. ”

“Why?”

“Why? What if you ask me that? Is it a coincidence? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

Kings narrowed his eyes and said:

“Do you know what jealousy is? ”

The gaze was on the coin, but not on him. He replied with a few moments.

“You're jealous. ”

“Do you know how many times I've faced that feeling today? ”

He looked around instead of answering. There are people everywhere. Have a conversation. Smile and enjoy. I feel like it's all because of the golden embroidered wallpaper. People who see gold in front of their eyes. People who squeeze wisdom to be alone. He blinked once and said.

“Everyone seems to be having fun. ”

“Timing and aspirations are similar, but different. ”

Kings just cut it out, he said. Kings is now looking to him. He is observing a young writer with interesting eyes.

“Jealousy and envy are the circumstances. ”

“Happens a lot when someone has something I don't. ”

“Extraordinary language skills? ”

He said without shaking.

“Geniuses are especially targeted. ”

“Have you ever been jealous of someone else? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

“Inspiration, what do you want to say? ”

Coin was annoyed. Kings said.

“Cain killed Abel out of jealousy. ”

Humanity's first murder was an act of jealousy. The coin's inscription also has a strong feeling. Coin and snow met.

“Is that why you're asking me to be jealous? Is that how you want to make young friends? ”

“It's not like that, and I was wondering if there's no relationship between you two. You're close. The closer you get, the more emotional you get. ”

Whether I'm jealous or jealous, I have to know who I'm dealing with. Coin and Australia knew each other well. Kings didn't stop there.

“Have you ever thought about this? If I win an award, I can avoid the despair I felt while reading. ”

If I don't win the prize, then maybe there's no victory for me.

“Haven't you come to this room and thought of that? ”

The heat I feel directly raises questions. The three writers are watching each other. We know each other's writing. I know what he writes. I know which topics I prefer and which portraits I draw. He opened his mouth slowly.

“I don't think so.”

It was a much younger voice than I expected.

“No?”

The King's cheeks twist slightly. He made it clear.

“Yes. No. ”

Isabella opens her eyes and looks at him. Dongbaek, Rose, and Butterfly exchanged their gazes. Do I have to stop him? He said quickly.

“I don't turn away. I'm not gonna make it go away. It was decided before I came here. With coins."

“Coins?”

Coin and coin were decided. Let's go to this golden hotel. There's no reason to shake it. The Kings don't know that. You hear a rumbling sound around the door. One, two, look this way. I'm concerned about what Kings, Coins and Coins are talking about. He looks at him standing still and smiles loudly.

“I don't need it. I was worried that I might overheat in front of the statue. Young people are wise these days. Smart.”

You tried to put oil on the fire. He muttered to himself. Kings rolled up his sleeves to check the time. It seemed like a useful watch when lost in the mountains.

“I have to go. I don't know which one of you is going to meet me onstage, but I'll see you later. ”

He walks out of the hallway without a clue. Your eyes follow the King's disappearance among the golden lights. No one opens their mouth. Butterflies seem to be exhausted. Isabella is thinking of something. He asked.

“Do you want to kill me? ”

Coin said seriously.

“You know that now? ”

“What about the prize?”

“Tell me a few times. It's mine.”

He lightly empowered his fist. Coins have what they do not have.

“Coins will write for a long time, right? ”

“Of course.”

Speak without hesitation. He will. I'll keep that answer.

“Then you'll have plenty of chances to win prizes. ”

He snores as usual.

“Whatever.”

“I'm not saying what to do. ”

He said he would go to his room for a while and left. All that remained was Coin and Isabella. The coin kicks its tongue as it watches the elevator go up.

“Cocky bastard. ”

Isabella stares at such coins and asks.

“Are you jealous of coincidences? ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

The coin takes a deep breath.

“I'm better. ”

He crossed the corridor without hesitation. Isabella mutters.

“You've compared them before. ”

I ate coincidence and kebab well. It was a very unusual relationship.

You can see the trophy shining under the light.

“It's an honor. ”

I hear an impressive tone. Everyone in the president was looking at the writer speaking his mind. He was sitting at a table in between, not close to the stage, but not far away. Five other writers occupied the same table, some of which were not yet introduced to Korea. He examined the inside of the president. It was golden here, too. The lights were focused on the stage, so it was dark, but still shiny.

“I want to accept this award as a way to work harder in the future. ”

The writer sitting at the table said. He has not read his writings, but will applaud him with all the strength he can get off the stage. He was genuinely pleased with the award. I'm glad to see that.

I drank the water in the wine glass. I glanced at the butterfly. She marks the X with her hand. The seat next to you is empty. The coin hasn't arrived yet. Where and what they're doing. He imagined. He sleeps. Get out of the way. There's been an accident. He ran away.

“Let's move on to the next award. ”

Maybe the coin escaped. Maybe he ran out of the golden hotel and found his own path. You've come a long way from coincidence and reward and victory. If so, he can cheer. There are more important things in this world than prizes.

“What's so fast? ”

Then the door opened. He didn't even look back. Kelly Coin is here. He walks on his lap and sits down next to him. Someone sighs and someone clicks their tongue. Someone stares at him with an unworthy eye. The words that had been broken on the top of the statue continued with awkwardness. I whispered to Coin, the shameless face.

“I thought you'd run away. ”

“I'm writing a novel. ”

He desperately endured the laughter. I gave him water. The coin raises its cup, not a specimen.

“What are you doing here? ”

“Don't ask. ”

“You're curious.”

“Shut up.”

He kept his mouth shut because he was ready to throw the cup when he spoke more.

“Good morning, everyone. ”

A familiar voice. My head turns to the stage on its own. The Kings are on the stage.

Two Man Battle (3) Ends

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