Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 172

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 172

 

“The same, yet different.”

 

A 12-year-old girl in a wheelchair gazes at the blue ocean.

 

The blue ocean that can be seen often in Abu Dhabi too.

 

The white clouds floating in the sky, the rolling waves, the white sandy beach – everything is the same, yet it feels different.

 

Is it because of the warm wind blowing through the wide-open window?

 

Or is it because of those people below, walking freely in swimwear?

 

“Graawr.”

 

The girl’s lips twitch as she strokes her friend sitting beside her, her bad-tempered friend.

 

“I want to walk.”

 

“I’ve made a reservation for you to use the walking trail this evening.”

 

“…Alright.”

 

The secretary, always polite but more like a surveillance guard.

 

She waves her hand and closes her eyes.

 

The wind, drier than Abu Dhabi’s and less hot, guided her to the world of sleep. She felt great liberation even though she was still in a confined space.

 

The secretary quietly watched her, then turned around.

 

* * *

 

“You can go out now.”

 

A message came from the attendant waiting in the lobby.

 

“Already?”

 

It’s only 7 o’clock. Though it’s already dark outside, it’s quite early.

 

“It seems there’s great anticipation for the auction.”

 

“Yes. Take care of Fatima too.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Graawr! Grawr!”

 

Friend Fatima jumps and rebels as the attendants approach.

 

“Shh. No. You’ll get scolded.”

 

Thwack!

 

“Ugh!”

 

“P-Princess!”

 

If she hadn’t been in a wheelchair, the princess would have been hit by front paws. As she glares intensely, Fatima rolls her eyes and soon turns her head away.

 

The female attendants quickly soothe Fatima and put her in a portable case.

 

Since even male security guards are not permitted for royal daughters, all attendants are composed of women.

 

As they take the elevator down, a woman greets them.

 

“I’m Concierge Bianca Fitz. I’ll help guide you to the walking trail.”

 

Since reporters are currently in the lobby, they plan to move through the back door.

 

The princess nods, and the movement begins.

 

Whoosh!

 

Coming outside, another type of wind hits them. Less cool than the wind from the 29th floor, but this isn’t bad either.

 

Perhaps it’s because of the outdoor scenery permitted to her, the nightscape different from Abu Dhabi.

 

‘Hm? It’s the lady I saw during the day.’

 

The pretty lady who was at the front desk is walking in the distance.

 

‘…She’s even prettier in casual clothes.’

 

A confident light radiates beyond her tense smile.

 

She can see why her uncle was interested. Though he gave up without even speaking after seeing the ring on her finger.

 

“What’s that person’s name?”

 

“Ah, that’s Trainee Concierge Emily Sherman, Princess.”

 

“Is she getting off work?”

 

“Yes, Princess.”

 

She doesn’t mention that it’s job experience, that she’s 17, and the child of a major shareholder.

 

Crossing the road in front of the hotel, a tall iron gate greets them.

 

And orange fences erected along both sides of the roadway.

 

“This is the guest from room 2904.”

 

“Yes. Confirmed.”

 

A small guardhouse in front of the iron gate.

 

When the employee presses a button, the iron gate opens and the scenery of the walking trail penetrates the princess’s eyes as if being absorbed.

 

Dense forest spread along both sides of the gently sloping uphill road.

 

The scent emanating from the straight, tall forest between the dim yet visible lighting penetrates the princess’s chest.

 

“The walking trail is 10,000 feet to reach the top, about 3 kilometers…”

 

Including the return trip, it’s about 6km. Walking leisurely takes roughly 2 hours.

 

‘Two whole hours?’

 

“Also, when you reach the mountain top, there’s a side path that leads to a space where animals live, entrusted by a guest currently staying long-term at the hotel.”

 

The boundaries are clear like a zoo, and the gates are always locked, so there’s no danger.

 

Startled!

 

The princess glances at the case containing her friend and nods.

 

“Alright. Open it.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Mrawr!”

 

A spotted leopard bursts out and immediately stretches against the ground, apparently frustrated from being confined even briefly.

 

‘This really is the Middle East!’

 

Even such a young girl raises a wild beast like a pet.

 

The concierge, initially startled, soon smiles calmly.

 

“Then I’ll lead the way.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Normally, only the attendants would go together, but she has many questions.

 

The princess grips friend Fatima’s leash, and their night walk begins.

 

“So that’s what job experience is like…”

 

Amazing. She can see why America is called the world’s greatest hegemonic power.

 

“They say it’s a country led by just 10 percent of elites, and the education for those elites is incredible.”

 

Chatting like this as they climb, they’ve reached the top before they know it.

 

“Would you like to look over there?”

 

The princess, who had been steadily gathering information about Emily, freezes.

 

“Ah…”

 

The brilliant LA nightscape spread beyond the distant mountain ridge.

 

The princess’s eyes widen – this is her first experience climbing a mountain, her first time seeing such a distant city’s night view.

 

‘It’s like a galaxy.’

 

A scene as if the Milky Way floating in the sky also exists on earth.

 

Could this be true liberation?

 

Her head, always hazy and heavy, is clear.

 

A refreshing feeling she can’t even remember.

 

‘Is this what travel means?’

 

Abu Dhabi, which she’s left for the first time in her life.

 

Her heart, which had been pounding when leaving the royal palace, grew cold as she continued moving in closed spaces – by car, by plane, by car again, then to the hotel – but now it beats again.

 

All the scenery she saw during the journey penetrates her chest again.

 

She feels her face turning bright red.

 

‘I should thank uncle for bringing me here.’

 

Uncle Tarun, who brought her here even while fighting with Father.

 

A scoundrel to Father and the elder uncles.

 

A delightful uncle to her.

 

‘When I grow up, I’ll marry Uncle!’

 

The embarrassing words she said a few years ago suddenly come to mind, but she lets them pass.

 

After staring blankly for a while, she comes to her senses in the cold wind blowing.

 

‘What a shame.’

 

The sense of liberation she won’t be able to feel for years once she returns to Abu Dhabi tomorrow.

 

She wants to stay longer, but she must return. Long outings are not permitted for Islamic women.

 

“Tomorrow during the day… could I make a reservation here?”

 

She wants to capture the daytime scenery in her mind too. Then she feels she could endure for a few years.

 

“I’ll arrange it.”

 

The Princess nods at the concierge’s words and turns around.

 

Just as she was coming down the opposite way from where she came.

 

Screech!

 

A metallic sound from the darkness between the lights.

 

Clatter!

 

Female bodyguards with hands on their waists block the Princess’s path and glare into the darkness.

 

“Who’s there!”

 

In the suddenly tense situation, Fatima the panther’s nose twitches. She lowers her body and peers through the darkness.

 

“Please calm down. I’m trainee concierge Johann Jefferson, here to bring dinner for the black panther.”

 

“I’m Emily Sherman.”

 

“Slowly show yourselves!”

 

“Understood.”

 

Johann and Emily raised both arms and stepped forward, and the bodyguards who confirmed their faces sighed and relaxed their tension.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Growl!”

 

Snap!

 

Panther Fatima suddenly lunges toward Johann.

 

The Princess holding the leash widens her eyes.

 

In the suddenly slowed time, her body is being flung along with the wheelchair.

 

‘Huh?’

 

“…Ah, Princess Aisha-!”

 

“C-catch her!”

 

Just as the terrified Princess Aisha was about to close her eyes.

 

Chill!

 

The atmosphere that covers her whole body, like when Father is furious.

 

‘The, the eyes?’

 

The Asian man’s eyes hidden in the shadow of his hair change like a beast’s.

 

Crack! Crackle!

 

With the sound of something twisting, the man’s raised arm strikes down on friend Fatima’s neck, and his other arm extends toward her.

 

‘He’ll get hurt!’

 

No. Get away.

 

Thud!

 

Princess Aisha is shocked.

 

‘He caught the wheelchair with one hand?’

 

The wheelchair she’s sitting in, which had sped up from the sudden stop and was slightly floating in the air, is still fixed in midair.

 

Then slowly coming down, she feels the solid touch of the ground.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“…Sob!”

 

Coming to her senses, she burst into tears from the belated shock and relief flooding in.

 

“P-Princess-!”

 

A phone rang in the pocket of the pale secretary.

 

* * *

 

A little before the incident occurred.

 

“Meow?”

 

‘The smell is different?’

 

Johann realizes his mistake at the puzzled black panther.

 

‘I’m still using Absorption Reading on the Kledor concierge.’

 

As he tries to access the Library to withdraw it, the black panther approaches and rubs its neck against Johann’s leg.

 

Unable to resist, the black panther flops down and exposes its belly.

 

Johann blinks.

 

“Why…?”

 

All animals are reluctant to expose their bellies. Even without learning from their mothers, they know the belly is a vital spot.

 

This goes beyond being spoiled – it means complete submission.

 

‘Suddenly?’

 

The black panther that had never exposed its belly unless it was catnip.

 

Johann enters the Library puzzled and soon laughs as if absurd.

 

“A good smell, you say…”

 

It thinks it’s a cozy smell, a reliable smell.

 

Rustle!

 

“Meow!”

 

‘Hello?’

 

“…Wow, I’m not seeing hallucinations right now, am I?”

 

The black panther that had greatly disliked her coming because Johann would leave whenever she arrived, is now making eye contact with blue eyes and purring languidly.

 

Emily had no choice but to rub her eyes.

 

‘The Kledor concierge works on animals too…’

 

The ‘Kledor concierge’ that naturally expresses the optimal posture, gaze, and atmosphere to earn the trust of people meeting for the first time through long experience and constant effort.

 

It seems to work even more strongly on animals that only have instincts.

 

‘Just like the zookeeper…’

 

The zookeeper he had used once when he was in the forest.

 

The zookeeper that he never used Absorption Reading on again after the brothers were confused and Wolf Mother got very angry asking who he was, also gave off a similar smell to what the black panther just detected.

 

The reason Wolf Mother and the Wolf Brothers were surprised was also because Johann suddenly felt so reliable and cozy that they wanted to make him the leader of the pack.

 

“Meooow!”

 

The black panther says goodbye saying see you tomorrow, hiding its regretful feelings.

 

Emily clicks her tongue.

 

“Did you use catnip again?”

 

From earlier until now.

 

Parting every day had been a battle, but it’s backing down too easily. This would be impossible without catnip.

 

“If that were the case, it would be distracted by that.”

 

“That’s true, but…”

 

“Ah, people are coming down. It might look suspicious if we follow from behind, so it’s better to go out first.”

 

“Got it.”

 

So they made all kinds of noise opening the door and went out, and the situation just now occurred.

 

“Emily, please.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Men who are not family members should not touch Islamic women.

 

Emily, who had turned pale, finally comes to her senses and approaches Aisha, embracing her and comforting her that it’s okay, while Johann still holds down the panther with one hand and looks at the secretary.

 

“Tell them that the current location is the top of the walking trail, and that the princess was lost in contemplation, making it difficult for her to receive contact.”

 

“What are you saying right now… Huh!?”

 

Only then realizing that the mobile phone was ringing, the secretary hurriedly steps back to answer the call.

 

‘Islamic women cannot go out alone.’

 

Absolutely not. They must always be accompanied by a male guardian.

 

In countries where Islamic law, Sharia, is applied loosely, going out with permission might be possible, but even if permission is granted, they can only go out for limited short periods of time.

 

In other words, that’s contact from the guardian.

 

The ‘Cledore Concierge’ says so.

 

Johann, having thought this far, chuckles inwardly.

 

‘Similar.’

 

To ‘The One Who Became a Star’ who reads people’s psychology and inner thoughts through their eyes, actions, and such.

 

With good speech skills on top of that, he suddenly wonders what it would have been like if he had used Absorption Reading on ‘Cledore Concierge’ instead of ‘The One Who Became a Star’ when he first arrived in LA.

 

“Let, let go. Re, release Fatima.”

 

“…I understand.”

 

The customer’s request is always yes.

 

The panther has stopped struggling and is staring intently at him, but without letting his guard down, he releases his grip on its neck and moves his body toward Emily and the princess.

 

But…

 

“Grrrowl. Grrrowl.”

 

“…?!”

 

The panther Fatima rubs against Johann’s leg and even shows its belly, acting cute.

 

Princess Aisha’s eyes harden with disbelief.

 

“Th, that’s impossible! Fa, Fatima doesn’t let anyone except me and these people come near!”

 

Fatima bares its teeth at even small animals like rabbits that approach, and in severe cases, bites them to death.

 

Even when creating the most comfortable environment for the panther, it absolutely won’t let anyone except herself and her attendants touch it. Not even her father who brought Fatima.

 

She herself often gets bitten.

 

“Ah, I think it’s because my friend’s scent is on me.”

 

Its eyes are craving affection. This means it feels love toward him, a human.

 

“Friend…?”

 

“It’s a black panther. Would you like to see it?”

 

“Could it be that the long-term guest the concierge mentioned…”

 

“We became friends while I was taking care of its meals.”

 

“…I want to see!”

 

Johann nods and opens the door they just came out of.

 

‘As long as the princess has given permission, they cannot refuse.’

 

No matter how much they’re surveillance.

 

That is the power held by royal blood.

 

As Johann takes the lead, the secretary grimaces but hurriedly pushes Princess Aisha’s wheelchair.

 

His eyes contain both gratitude and anger.

 

Ignoring that, Johann walks around the 3-meter cliff, the boundary where people can no longer approach, and steps into the black panther’s territory.

 

And he opens his mouth.

 

“I’m here.”

 

Swoosh!

 

A huge shadow falls from the tall tree Johann is looking at.

 

As blue eyes gaze at him, Aisha’s eyes widen greatly.

 

“Ah!”

 

“Gyaaang… Gyaung?”

 

“Gya, gyaang!”

 

‘Why are you here already… Who is this?’

 

‘My, my love?’

 

Both the black panther and the panther Fatima look back and forth between Johann and each other in confusion. The panther Fatima was confused because a reliable scent came from both beings.

 

* * *

 

Vroooom!

 

Inside the moving car.

 

Emily’s lips, which had been lost in thought for a while, move slightly.

 

“…Pitiful.”

 

She knows the princess must have grown up lacking nothing as royalty, but she’s still just a 12-year-old girl. Moreover, Princess Aisha has mobility issues.

 

The image of Princess Aisha touching the black panther with trembling hands just moments ago, smiling brightly then suddenly covering her mouth in surprise, makes her feel even more pitiful.

 

“How oppressed must her life have been… No matter how Muslim, a child should be allowed to be childlike…”

 

Emily feels even worse remembering the 12-year-old who was with Johann.

 

“Isn’t there something we could do for her?”

 

“As a fellow woman? As a concierge?”

 

“Di, did you hear? Sorry. I was trying to talk to myself…”

 

Emily fidgets with her fingers before opening her mouth.

 

“What if I said both?”

 

“It’s not like there’s no way.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

‘It was bothering me too, as it happens.’

 

Legs that even the Al Nahyan Royal Family’s enormous wealth cannot fix. It’s probably a congenital rare disease.

 

Thinking about how the young girl must have continued enduring such pain in an oppressive environment makes him uncomfortable.

 

“A concierge woman. If we add just one more thing to that, I think there might be a way.”

 

“Wh, what is it?”

 

“That would be…”

 

At the words that follow, Emily’s face brightens.

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