I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 133

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Episode 133

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The text that had appeared on the dark screen slowly faded away, and the sound of bells could be heard from far in the distance.

 

Jingle- jingle- jingle….

 

A box abandoned on the mountain foothills came into view. A small, thin child’s hand scratched the box once more with a creak-.

 

Reporter Wi, watching the screen, unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

 

And shortly after, the opening rushed in like madness.

 

The sound of a flute and drops of blood, hands writing talismans, the screaming voice of a bound man, Mother! Mother! The mother who pretended not to know her son and continued embroidering as if nothing happened, bang-. The fierce sound of a gong, completely rotted sacred rope and swaying shadows.

 

While momentarily overwhelmed by that crushing sense of terror, the ghost stories that had overlapped like a whirlwind disappeared all at once.

 

-Huff… huff….

 

It was the Crown Prince’s bedroom, softly tinged with blue light. The Crown Prince, his entire body drenched in sweat, opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling.

 

It was peaceful as if everything he had just seen was an illusion.

 

-Your Highness. Did you cough?

 

A human voice was heard from beyond the door.

 

The relief that another human was outside gradually settled in.

 

Only then did the Crown Prince come to his senses. With trembling hands, he wiped his forehead and answered.

 

-Yes. Bring me wash water.

 

Clatter, when he opened the window, the sound of birds singing came from outside. It was a peaceful dawn.

 

The bamboo leaves planted beyond Yunhui’s bedroom swayed in the wind.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

At the same time, the screen showed a house made of ominously dark reddish wood looking down.

 

The camera smoothly opened the door of that house and entered. It was Seonghui’s perspective.

 

Creak-.

 

The old wooden door opened smoothly as soon as Seonghui arrived in front of the house.

 

Inside the wooden door, completely rotten sacred ropes were hanging. It should have been disgusting, but Seonghui walked forward looking only ahead as if he didn’t care about such things.

 

From the outside, it had certainly been a modest house, but Seonghui had to walk quite a long way before he could reach the threshold.

 

Cre-eak-.

 

Once again, the door opened by itself without him touching the handle.

 

It looked as if something non-human was opening it directly.

 

“You have arrived.”

 

Not a ray of sunlight entered the spacious room. A dignified woman’s voice was heard from beyond the folding screen.

 

Seonghui sat in a respectful posture in front of Yeomga, who did not show her face.

 

Ominous music played. It was music like slowly pushing a geomungo from the end with leisurely fingers, as if the strings might break at any moment.

 

Between the precarious notes, Seonghui opened his mouth.

 

“Things seem to be progressing much slower than expected.”

 

Looking somewhat impatient, he seemed to want some matter to proceed quickly.

 

“The greater the task, the longer one must devote effort to it….”

 

A small laugh was heard from beyond the folding screen.

 

Unlike the leisurely Yeomga, Seonghui was only anxious. Seonghui, who pushed his lips inward and pressed them tightly, sighed.

 

“I know that too. But…, what happens if we miss the ‘timing’ like this?”

 

It was certain that what the two were discussing was by no means a good thing.

 

The moment Yeomga’s quiet face beyond the folding screen was caught on camera, everyone instinctively realized it.

 

“….”

 

The silent Yeomga was smiling with her mouth stretched wide.

 

It was the smile of a hungry ghost, eyes bulging as she seemed to drool while staring at Prince Seonghui beyond the folding screen.

 

 

 

[♨Occult boom is coming, coming, Strange Tales Episode 1 Bulpan♨]

 

ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞWatch snugly under the covers before bed! Run run~

 

-Ah shit!!!! Screaming!!!

 

-So fucking scary ah I think I’m gonna faint

 

-Is Yeomga dead? Is he a ghost? He doesn’t seem human ㅠㅠㅠㅡㅠㅠㅠ someone please tell me

 

She’s such a powerful shaman, maybe she synchronized with the ghost? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅜ

 

 

 

On Bulpan, dozens of comments poured in every second. The kindling of that had been carefully stacked was beginning to catch fire.

 

 

 

Yeomga, who seemed inhuman, manipulated Prince Seonghui. Make your younger brother head toward Cheonmaekji.

 

 

 

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“Where have you been?”

 

“You woke up early. Shall we have breakfast together after a long time? I have something to tell you.”

 

Yunhui had breakfast with his older brother Seonghui. Perhaps due to the nightmare he had the night before, Yunhui picked at his food in front of the well-prepared table.

 

Seonghui looked at his younger brother with apparent concern.

 

“Do you have any worries lately? Your complexion doesn’t look good at all.”

 

“Worries? His Majesty is a wise ruler, and you will follow in his footsteps to bring peace to this country. I have no worries.”

 

“You rascal. Only saying nice things.”

 

The affection between the Crown Prince and the Prince, the younger brother who would inherit the throne and the older brother who was pushed aside, was simply peaceful.

 

“You are the one who will become a wise ruler to lead this country. Now that you’ve regained your health, I should gradually return to my original place.”

 

Seonghui, who was sickly in childhood, could have died at any time, and even his prince investiture ceremony ended up being handled by his younger brother Yunhui.

 

However, Seonghui, who fought death every day, ultimately became an adult.

 

“Do you think His Majesty truly thinks so?”

 

When Seonghui asked with a bitter smile, Yunhui nodded solemnly.

 

“It’s only natural. That’s why he gave you the direct command to look after the people.”

 

“…Then why do I feel like he’s subtly advising me to know my place?”

 

“Brother!”

 

Seonghui bit his lips tightly. The pain of the eldest son who couldn’t become Crown Prince briefly flashed across his face.

 

“If that weren’t the case, how could he send me to such a distant place from the palace?”

 

“He recognized someone with superior abilities. He understood that with my abilities, it would be difficult to thoroughly look after even remote villages.”

 

“Sometimes I can’t shake the feeling that His Majesty made up his mind about me forever when I was young….”

 

“Don’t say such things. You know I have no intention of ascending to that position. That place is your place, brother.”

 

Seonghui, who had been smiling contentedly, lifted a small porcelain water cup to moisten his lips.

 

For a moment, his eyes turned sinisterly toward his younger brother.

 

Seonghui, with only his eyes visible while covering his lips with the cup, was somehow awkward to call a good older brother.

 

“Then….”

 

Seonghui removed his mouth from the cup and spoke slowly.

 

“If I ask for your help, would you gladly grant it?”

 

“Yes. Of course. How much hardship have you endured alone, brother? Don’t worry and tell me anything.”

 

Yunhui answered with a smile. His gentle eyes curved affectionately. Seonghui also smiled back at his younger brother.

 

“Yes. I’m only saying this now, but that place is so far and treacherous…. It takes quite a while just to get there. Being in such a remote place, the people’s lives are not easy in many ways.”

 

He sighed and worried about the people. The younger brother who heard his older brother’s words also frowned briefly.

 

It was because he knew that the farther from the capital, the harder it was to endure years of disasters and poor harvests.

 

“Brother. What should I do?”

 

“Well, that is….”

 

A hand with blue veins clearly protruding grasped his younger brother’s hand.

 

“Go to Cheonmaekji.”

 

Kugoong-.

 

From far away, along with the sound effect of something collapsing, strength entered Seonghui’s hands.

 

“While you are away from the Palace, I shall speak candidly to His Majesty.”

 

Kugoong, kugoong, kugoong….

 

The gradually approaching earthquake-like sound shook beyond the screen.

 

“Yunhui, you go there and see if the people I was caring for are doing well.”

 

 

 

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“Ugh, damn…. I’m dying from exhaustion.”

 

Behind a nun walking the Deep Mountain Path, a woman disguised as a man grumbled as she followed along.

 

Unlike the quiet and neat-looking nun, Seoryeong chattered like a sparrow, complaining constantly.

 

“Why are we moving residences again! We haven’t even been there that long this time.”

 

Behind the nun carrying a simple bundle, Seoryeong panted while carrying a large bundle wrapped in Silk.

 

As if she owned everything in the world, a Hairpin fell out from the wrapping cloth.

 

“My Hairpin!”

 

Seoryeong cried out in alarm and picked up the Hairpin. Due to the large bundle she was carrying, she struggled and fell forward.

 

Even in the midst of this, she didn’t let go of the Hairpin clutched in her hand.

 

“Do you know how much effort I put into that damn Scholar Kim! Ah…. I missed the big one…. Do you even know how much this is worth?”

 

The nun slowly helped up Seoryeong, who continued grumbling while lying face down. Seoryeong glared and grabbed onto Jeongan tightly.

 

“Jeongan! Don’t ignore me! That’s all Money that will become my flesh and blood.”

 

Only then did Jeongan’s mouth open.

 

“More useless talk.”

 

“Useless! Useless! Don’t you know that ghosts who ate well before dying have a different complexion? I need to eat well before I die.”

 

“Anyone listening would think I’m starving you.”

 

“Anyone listening would think you feed me very well!”

 

She was utterly lacking in manners. Seoryeong didn’t back down even once to Jeongan, who was old enough to be her mother, and glared at her.

 

“That’s eating well enough. What more do you want.”

 

“It’s nothing but grass every day. I’m not a rabbit or a squirrel!”

 

Jeongan looked at Seoryeong with a look of resignation, adjusted her Bamboo Hat, and walked forward again.

 

“We need to hurry, so stop complaining and follow diligently. If you behave well, I’ll let you go to the Market too.”

 

“Market or whatever, at least tell me the reason? Why are we going to such a Mountain Valley? Jeongan! Jeongan-!”

 

“Didn’t I tell you there’s someone I need to meet.”

 

“Who is it? There was no one who knew Jeongan besides me. You didn’t have a single friend, so who are you suddenly meeting?”

 

Jeongan looked up at the sky and answered.

 

“Heaven.”

 

The birds in the Mountain chirped cheerfully. As if creating anticipation for meeting a welcome guest.

 

“You can see the sky plenty anywhere!”

 

Seoryeong, who had come close enough to practically stick to Jeongan’s side, asked. Jeongan chuckled and scolded her.

 

“Take good care of the Binding Accessory, not the Hairpin. It would be terrible if it broke.”

 

Along with Jeongan’s words, one of Seoryeong’s wrists became visible. Along with a Prayer Bead Bracelet made of old wood, white cloth embroidered with lotus flowers was tied around it.

 

“The Hairpin is gold! That damn Binding Accessory is just wood.”

 

“Since I carved each one myself, how could its value be compared to gold.”

 

“There’s no comparison! Who would buy this? It’s so rustic, so rustic.”

 

The figures of the two people walking the Mountain Path together gradually became smaller.

 

 

 

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“Your Highness! There is no path.”

 

In the deep of night, Yunhui’s guard warriors spoke with bewildered expressions.

 

It was a continuous series of dead ends.

 

As if someone was blocking them, they were going in circles around the same place.

 

“…This is enough to make ghosts weep.”

 

Yunhui chuckled with a calm expression. It was strange.

 

The ominous things that appeared in his dreams now seemed to be blocking his path in reality as well.

 

“I will go look around the area for a moment.”

 

At that moment, among the guard warriors behind him, the man who appeared to have the highest status urged his Horse forward half a step.

 

It was Myeongdo, his aide-de-camp and Yunhui’s closest friend.

 

When Yunhui nodded briefly to give permission, Myeongdo immediately climbed the Mountain that his subordinate had gone up earlier.

 

The cry of a scops owl echoed like tinnitus in the Empty Space.

 

Something was strange. He could feel it instinctively. He realized that his judgment that his subordinates couldn’t find the path properly because the Unfamiliar Path was strange was wrong.

 

However, Myeongdo calmly urged his Horse forward.

 

He took out a small Handkerchief from inside his clothes. Then he tied it firmly to a nearby tree.

 

Myeongdo turned his Horse’s Reins and went a few steps forward, then turned around again and headed back to where he had just been.

 

“….”

 

The Handkerchief he had tied was gone.

 

With calm eyes, Myeongdo surveyed the surroundings. There was not the slightest sign of human presence.

 

The cry of the scops owl was strange. The sense of distance was subtle. Sometimes it sounded loud, then sometimes it sounded so faint it might disappear.

 

It was when Myeongdo, having made his decision, put strength into the hand holding the Reins.

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