Kidnapped Dragons

At lunch that day, spring was winter and alone.

Summer went to training. Autumn went to play at the Artifact Café with Peek Jung.

“Winter.”

In a quiet house, spring called for winter.

In the room, the winter, when I saw the tropical fish in it, turned upside down.

“Do you want to eat? ”

“… yes. What about you?”

“I guess you went to work. ”

It wasn't in the dormitory, but it was algebraic. Spring was the only one in No. 301 to know that retention was related to the Federation. I also knew I was busy working for the Federation. And, quite frankly, even the existence of evil.

“... these days, not often. ”

At this time the spring did not care at all. I decided I didn't care where. I didn't care how long.

Nothing was seen separately in the providence. Maybe a little busier.

“What do you want to eat with your sister today? ”

“... Umm, if? ”

“Did you eat yesterday? ”

In that case, he should take his place.

That was the idea of spring.

* * *

I've seen a movie where the main character is a regent.

Come back from the future. A story of rebuilding your future.

However, the real regent, Yu Tae-tae, was difficult to immerse himself in such films. Because when the protagonist had some influence on the world, the interaction with the world was so strange and convenient.

The main character in the movie did not return to the past, but it seemed to enter a world where anything was done as expected…….

The regression of reality was not so.

The ‘flow of time' seemed to continue to knock down Domino's starting point as he walked. One fell on top of the other, and when I went that far, I used to get entangled and flipped thousands by thousands.

One or two very minor factors are the future, the events, the decisive figures.

For example, the World War II erupted in just two years after the 5th World War.

On another occasion, it took him 20 years to get ahead of his time.

Fortunately, events of such magnitude as the Great War add inevitability. The flow cannot be shaken unless it is intentionally shaken.

However, something as small as‘ everyday 'can be undermined in a moment.

To protect his daily life, he had to distinguish thoroughly between routine and non-routine.

"Everyday" had to be a life that was not so different from others. Happy, happy, happy. Sometimes you get angry or sad and sometimes you get sick. A life everyone enjoys.

Then adding a few spoonfuls of happiness and joy to his children was the seventh life he sought.

The routine had to be routine. So the regressor didn't raise any unnecessary money. I did not hold unnecessary power. The unnecessary influence was not detrimental.

He was cautious.

There had to be a possibility in his everyday life. He had to focus himself on such a possibility.

What if you don't focus on the possibilities of everyday life?

Like Deus X Machina. If you get everything you want ridiculously easily, your child's psychological reward system is broken. You will not feel valued for your little joy.

It becomes not ‘everyday’.

The most natural of these everyday possibilities was connection.

Not too close. It's not too far. Appropriate distance connections.

“This is Hanu Omakasse. You like beef? ”

This was the reason that she ate with this woman with orange hair.

Make a decent street connection with three meals. And she adds spring happiness. It's special, and it's not a direct solution, so the odds are met.

Spring will be happy.

This was a special occasion.

“Just like that. ”

“It's going to be pretty good here, though. Because it's expensive. ”

Throughout the meal, the carrot girl kept an eye on her. The promised meal was three times.

She looked at the look, face, and gesture of the retainer as if possessed by magic, and listened to her voice.

Then I keep making fun of the pennant on the notebook to see what comes to mind.

“You. Soldier? Or are you a criminal? ”

“From a soldier. ”

“Where's the army? ”

When the maintenance frowns, she hurriedly turns around.

“Oh, that's my mistake. Well, it could be military secrets. So, have you ever killed a monster? ”

“There you go.”

“Did you kill a lot? How was your military life? ”

“I'm fighting a lot. I killed a lot of people. It's not a big deal. It's just the army. ”

A moment of silence is passing. She asked politely.

“… then, aren't you a monster? ”

The question becomes cumbersome. His face hardens.

“I think so. ”

“ ……. ”

Then she wrote something on the memo again.

With so three meetings. Maintenance only repeated a slightly different answer. She returned home when the burns became noticeably brighter.

The writer was an unknown species.

Meanwhile, a few meals followed. Maintenance felt new.

There was no pleasure or pleasure in this place.

It was like sitting across from a wooden hut eating. This was how he always felt when he dealt with people, even if it was only six times. That's what's new now.

For him, the meal was, of course, a pleasant time.

Why is that?

When I think about it, I realize it's because I've always eaten with Hatzlings.

“Here.”

At the end of the third meal.

The carrot girl gave a business card to Keeping. [Hungarian Pictures. Vice President. Kang Yun-gu] He was the business card of the first person I saw.

“What is it?”

“Hungarian Pictures. You know what? He's the best horror filmmaker in Korea. And rations.”

“This is it, isn't it? ”

“That's right. I've released about two of my films. I gave you a message in my name in advance. It's not confirmed yet, but I'll be in touch by the end of the ceremony. And then you'll contract with our management and talk about OSMU jurisdiction. ”

Is that so.....

Nothing has been done yet.

“You cut off my long slump. Thank you. I'll tell you later when it's confirmed by the film company. ”

“Thank you.”

I wonder if it was a miracle to thank you. The carrot girl opened her eyes wide.

“I'll see you at the end of the contract. I'll help you. ”

* * *

When I returned to the dormitory, it was evening.

The children gathered in the living room were chattering as they ate chicken.

“I'm here. ”

“Ouch, Uncle High. Come here and eat chicken...! ”

When autumn breaks out with the chicken in both hands, winter smiles widely and greets the keeper.

“Where did you go and come now? ”

“I met someone. ”

Summer nodded and bitten his chest.

Tomorrow was the ceremony.

Tomorrow. Spring will be recognized by others who have been writing for almost a year.

I couldn't miss a party like this. Chicken and coke were meant to be.

“Hehe.”

The kids are chattering and laughing.

Autumn smiled widely and said.

“Oh, that's right. You know what? ”

“What?”

“Spring has you ready for the ceremony? What is the content of this..! ”

“Autumn!”

When the autumn shook a piece of paper, a surprising spring hastily snatched it away.

Then the bread burst and laughed in summer, autumn and even winter.

“Why. What is it? ”

“Nothing. Nothing. ”

Even if he wondered, Spring had no color to tell.

But he laughs when he hides the paper, even if he thinks it's funny.

The laughter of 301 continued until late at night.

Even if I went into the room, spring could not be the subject of this joy. When something good happened, there was someone I wanted to share it with. Spring called.

― Yeah. Spring?

“Hello? Grandma. ”

- What's going on? Your voice is bright.It looks like something good is going on, doesn't it?

“Me. It's a gold medal. ”

- A novel?

“Yes.”

― Aigoo...! Oh, you punk!

Spring had such a conversation with Lihua beyond dawn until dawn.

But I wasn't tired.

Because it's a dragon?

It may be, but I didn't think I was exhausted, even though I was human.

Spring was that happy.

* * *

The day was bright.

Three hours until the ceremony.

Spring came alone in the waiting room. Dress up in a pretty refurbished Hanbok dress.

The Horror Society provided makeup and hair to the winners, and the winners gathered in the waiting room to receive their heads and makeup.

“Hello, writers. ”

“Oh, Broccoli writer, welcome! ”

Several writers with side effects welcomed the spring.

In front of all the bright lights. Hair and make-up artists touch each other. The God-fearing laureates roared. with works, management, celebration of each other. A woman who was naturally not there was on the topic of conversation.

“But you know what? Guys, you know how quiet the carrot girl is these days? ”

“Is that King Su? ”

“Suddenly, people changed. I'm not angry at all. Isn't that funny..... I don't know, the last time the company greeted me first? ”

“Oh my gosh, that's so ugly...! And I heard something. ”

“What?”

“A carrot girl writer. He said he met a guy recently. ”

“Huh? I get inspired all the time..... so the romance novel seems to be working well, right? ”

“Right. Why do you always hang out in a horror? Now that I'm out of romance ideas, I was going to switch genres and eat them. ”

“Well, that's a good one. ”

I nodded in the middle of the spring and heard the story. I didn't think much of it either. I said.... more.

I finished my makeup. I was amazed around. Spring smiles embarrassingly and nods. Then I took out the sagittal memo that I had prepared and slid it out of the subspace and pushed it back in.

I was memorizing it perfectly, but I didn't want to see it.

“Writers, please enter the factory! ”

The staff's voice rang.

So at the beginning of the diet, Spring sat in the front seat of the audience.

Then, I heard another angle..... high heel. A carrot girl who received perfect makeup and hair in a professional shop naturally sat next to her in the spring.

As it came out of the back wall, she seemed to feel very good. The sharp impression was full of comfort.

Or not.

Spring didn't care much, but all of a sudden I was talking to a carrot girl.

“Writer.”

Spring looked back.

“You look beautiful today. ”

“Yes...? ”

“That one's pretty. It's pretty without makeup, but it's really cute because it's makeup. ”

“Ah, thank you. You're a pretty writer too.”

“Can I touch the ball? ”

Spring shook with a smile.

“Too bad. If you're going to do it, let's do it in green. Then I'd say carrot vs. broccoli, and I'd have another headline. You see me? It's carrot. ”

She scratched her orange hair.

Spring replied with a smile.

“I'm fine. It's an honor to be awarded. ”

“Huh. Yeah? ”

While laughing so much, on the other hand, I wanted to know why this woman suddenly had relatives.

No, it's not. Isn't it ridiculous that other writers are too?

The personality has changed, but is it really something else?

“How are you feeling? ”

“Surprised. I've never seen anything like this before. ”

“Good. You know what happens after the award? ”

“... Yes? ”

“Why don't you say thank you? This sister used a little strength. ”

Spring closed for a moment.

I didn't understand what she was saying.

After the ceremony, what?

But I didn't forget my smile.

“I read your manuscript. Stories are great for making movies. It was a pretty good description. The writer said this was his first writing, right? You must be talented. ”

“Movie...? ”

“Don't you know? Didn't Mr. Ji Tae tell you? ”

“…… Mr. Ji Tae? ”

The laughter disappeared from the spring's eye.

“I guess I haven't told you yet. But I ran out of OK signatures from the film company this morning. ”

A carrot girl who lacked a romantic mind.

I think I've been seeing a guy lately.

Maintenance, which has been busy lately.

The personality of a carrot girl who has suddenly changed.

And…… movies……?

Something ominous comes to my head. Like a black rose. When the smile disappeared from the mouth of spring, the carrot girl questioned and asked.

“What's so hard? ”

“What are you talking about? That's it.”

“What do you mean...? Is that a bit of a tone? Did you really not hear anything? Well, that's it. We need to find out from now on. Look at me for a second after the award. Go meet some of our company's people.

“No, tell me from the beginning. ”

A voice that looks like ice water.

When the carrot girl blinked, spring asked.

“Mr. Ji Tae said. What did you say?”