Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 173
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 173
Clack clack clack!
Johann sits in front of his computer, creating a schedule.
The interests of the Arab royal women who stayed at the Commodore Hotel, which the ‘Kledor Concierge’ observed and felt.
‘They were practically confined to the hotel, let alone going out.’
Instead, they summoned the most popular jewelry shop in New York at the time to their room. They watched fashion shows and selected clothes to be seen only by their husbands, drank rare tea, and spent time listening to entertaining stories from storytellers and actors from behind curtains.
But that wasn’t what they wanted.
“What they wanted wasn’t something big.”
The ‘Kledor Concierge’ knew what they desired.
‘Because it’s Islam where time flows slowly, bound by tradition, what they want hasn’t changed from back then.’
Reading through Princess Aisha’s life makes him even more certain.
Johann continued creating a schedule based on that desire.
* * *
Morning when the sun awakens all life.
Tarun bin Zayed Al Nahyan runs his hand down a large waist-high porcelain piece and twists his lips.
“It looks magnificent even when I see it again.”
The porcelain that made Tarun come to LA, won after fierce competition with people from neighboring Arab countries yesterday.
A yellow-ground blue and white Arab eagle pattern vase with Quranic verses, made by the great nation of China for Arabia.
Arabia has traditionally regarded eagles as sacred animals because eagles are beings that see far, move quickly, and hunt, symbolizing authority, military power, strategists, and rulers.
In January 2014 last year, after Khalifa bin Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan, the 2nd President of the UAE and 17th Amir, collapsed from a stroke, Mohammed bin Zayed Al Nahyan took over state affairs in his place.
‘As long as there’s medical opinion that big brother Khalifa will have difficulty recovering, the next king will be brother Mohammed.’
He who had served as Deputy Commander of the UAE Armed Forces and Chairman of the Abu Dhabi Petroleum Executive Committee early on.
Even if current King Khalifa were to get up perfectly fine right now, he’s 67 years old.
Moreover, King Khalifa’s health is extremely poor due to his dissolute lifestyle in his youth. Even if he wakes up, he won’t last long before dying.
‘No, before that, brother Mohammed will kill him disguising it as an accident.’
Because he’s the type of person who would do that and more.
‘Someone who would coldly eliminate anyone unnecessary to him, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill at the slightest sign of becoming an obstacle.’
He’s already someone with such a track record. How many brothers have lost their lives in accidents and such over the past year.
“Tsk. I should have won the camel pattern porcelain too…”
Camels, symbols of wealth in the desert. It would have been better if it paired with the eagle.
The yellow-ground blue and white Arab camel pattern vase was won by someone from another Middle Eastern country.
“Send this porcelain to brother Mohammed. And tell him to pay back ten times what I spent to get this.”
A desperate bribe expressing hope that Mohammed would become the next king and Amir even if big brother Khalifa wakes up.
“…Yes.”
‘Yes. Keep despising me like that. I have to survive somehow.’
He wants to live this life no matter what humiliation he has to endure.
For a long, long time. Until he dies of old age.
That’s why he even named his pet Savannah cat after a character from some Japanese manga.
“The golf course?”
“You can depart in 30 minutes.”
“My niece?”
“I understand she plans to shop in her room.”
“Since we came all the way to LA, wouldn’t it be okay to at least go to Disneyland?”
“There could be problems with security…”
More precisely, there’s a risk of being photographed.
Officially, it’s known that Abu Dhabi royal women don’t reveal their faces publicly once they become adults, and if signs of secondary sexual characteristics that could reveal their future appearance emerge, photography is prohibited even before then.
Moreover, Princess Aisha has a disabled body. She absolutely cannot be shown to the outside world.
“Hmm?”
When an attendant approaches and whispers, the secretary’s expression hardens.
“Tarun sir, Johann Jefferson, one of this hotel’s major shareholders, has requested an audience.”
Tarun furrows his brow.
“Why would America want to see me… Tell him to come in. Don’t leave.”
The secretary needs to stay so there won’t be any strange misunderstandings.
“Yes.”
Tarun places his left foot on his right knee, exposing his sole, and shortly after, Johann enters.
In Arab culture, showing someone your sole is extremely rude, but he ignores it.
‘Oh?’
Seeing Johann remain unshaken by his insolent posture makes Tarun more tense.
“If you’re going to give the greeting ‘Peace be upon you’…”
“It is an honor to meet the rightful ruler of the desert and descendant of Amir Dhiyab, the pioneer who listened to the sounds of stars and wind and crossed the seas.”
The Bani Yas, who were a tribe wandering the desert.
Among them, Dhiyab bin Isa Al Nahyan made the decision to lead his followers to Abu Dhabi Island.
He judged that if they continued to insist on nomadic life, everyone would die because of the world’s great powers that were gradually industrializing and becoming stronger.
Many people ridiculed his decision, but in the end, he was right.
Dhiyab bin Isa Al Nahyan became the first king of the Al Nahyan dynasty, laying the foundation of the country and gaining the power to resist foreign forces, and was able to build Abu Dhabi, the central emirate that united the seven emirates of the UAE.
Gasp!
Both Tarun and the secretary are surprised.
Tarun becomes more tense.
“You studied a lot… Never mind that, what’s this about?”
Instinctively feeling that he shouldn’t lose more initiative, Tarun asks about the main point.
“I came to present a gift to the distinguished guest who honored my hotel with a visit.”
“…A gift?”
“This is it.”
Johann extends the envelope that was inspected at the entrance.
“Auction… admission ticket?”
“I expect it won’t be easy to make accommodation reservations after this auction.”
The antique art pieces from this auction were all treasures without exception.
Various news stories have been coming out since yesterday’s auction ended, and both those who won bids and those who didn’t have made accommodation reservations for the next auction date.
All of them are people that Tarun, who has no real power, can’t do anything about.
“A special auction is held once every six months, and what I’m giving you now is an admission ticket to that auction.”
It’s an admission ticket that allows attendance without staying on the 20th floor or above.
Gasp!
“…What do you want?”
“My future wife earnestly requested that she wanted to create memories with a royal princess whom she would find difficult to meet again even if a lifetime passed, so I came to visit you so presumptuously. Please show mercy.”
Gasp!
Tarun’s expression turns cold.
“Listen, boy. Don’t talk nonsense and tell me what you really want. Do you want investment in Instory? Quick Food? Wolf Pictures? BlackRock? Boeing? Warner? Or companies secretly operated by the US government?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if there’s any lie in what I just said, the Lord will take away the grace He has given me.”
At those words, the secretary whispers to Tarun.
“Johann Jefferson is a member of the Order of St. Sylvester.”
Sincerity conveyed by swearing on God.
“…Why on earth?”
“How could a man understand a woman’s heart?”
He knows. It’s the same feeling.
But this is how you have to deal with Middle Eastern men.
“Well… goodness.”
“This is today’s sightseeing schedule.”
Johann takes out a sheet of paper from his embrace and holds it out.
[Midday Exploration]
1. Beach road drive.
2. ….
“Ho. How wholesome.”
There would be very few encounters with people too.
‘If it’s to this extent….’
If there’s anything concerning, it’s the name of the schedule.
‘Midday Exploration.’
Tarun chuckles softly.
‘He knows Arab women well.’
“I permit it.”
Since yesterday was the first auction, they would have selected only rare treasures for the sake of anticipation, but the truly precious items would be hidden away.
A special auction where such treasures would appear. He was extremely tempted.
“T, Tarun sir!”
“…Did you just raise your voice at me?”
The secretary’s face instantly turns pale.
“I, I’m sorry.”
“As Aisha’s guardian, I permit it.”
“I express gratitude for your vast and deep mercy.”
“…How old are you?”
No matter how much America backed him, it was an extremely reckless approach.
However, Tarun doesn’t dislike this type of person. A man with solid guts who presents exactly what the other party wants and proposes a deal.
“I’m 17 this year.”
“If she’s someone who will become your wife soon, then she’s your girlfriend?”
“The woman you showed interest in yesterday is the person who will become my wife.”
“Oh, I see. I pray you have a good love.”
“Thank you.”
“You may go.”
As Johann leaves, Tarun looks at the secretary.
The secretary immediately prostrates himself.
“Please show mercy!”
“Don’t forget. Even if you’re someone sent by brother Muhammad, I am royalty.”
“Yes!”
Meanwhile, Johann, who came outside, spreads both arms toward Emily who is waiting anxiously.
Swoosh!
“Well done! You’re definitely my boyfriend!”
“Hehe. Let’s go.”
Having received the guardian’s permission, there’s nothing to worry about now.
Johann walks to the door on the opposite side and looks at Emily.
Emily approaches the female bodyguards guarding the entrance.
“Tarun bin Zayed Al Nahyan has permitted Lady Aisha’s outing. Please prepare immediately.”
“…?!”
* * *
Aisha pinches her cheek.
‘This isn’t a dream.’
Malibu sunlight touching her skin directly, not through a window.
Fresh wind carrying a warm salty scent.
“I hope you enjoy your sightseeing.”
At the concierge manager’s words that this is as far as he goes, Aisha looks around inside the car she’s sitting in.
Not the large sedan she always rode, but a somewhat narrow and low passenger car.
The concierge manager nodded toward Johann and Emily saying he entrusted them with her care and turned away, and Johann grabs the steering wheel.
“We’ll drive along the Malibu coast and then enter downtown LA. Is that alright?”
“Y, yes.”
At Emily’s words sitting beside her, Aisha nods but still feels dazed.
“Johann, she says it’s fine.”
“Got it. Then we’ll depart.”
Vroooom!
Gasp!
A vibration transmitted through her whole body, like the roar of a furious beast. Frightened by the intense vibration she’s feeling for the first time in her life, Aisha grips her seatbelt tightly.
Emily takes Aisha’s hand and tells her with her eyes that it’s okay.
The car finally enters the road. The secretary sitting in the passenger seat glares sharply to prevent Johann from doing anything reckless.
“Don’t forget that you must drive at low speed. Understood?”
“Don’t worry.”
He’s had no accidents for a whole year, despite appearances.
‘If necessary, I can use absorption reading on a racer.’
Johann smiled and stepped on the accelerator, and the car carrying them got onto the Malibu coastal road.
Whoosh! Whooosh!
‘Wow.’
Wind carrying sunlight pours fiercely through the lowered window, and waves creating white foam crash against the shore and recede.
Crash! Splash!
The sound of waves crashing, penetrating through the wind noise.
The endless horizon stretching far in the distance pulls at her entire body.
‘Waaah! So this was the color!’
The scenery she had only imagined while looking out through heavily tinted car windows every day.
‘I, I mustn’t cry!’
If she cries now, this outing will end.
“Princess, would you like to listen to music?”
“Music?”
“Johann!”
“Yeah.”
-When I woke up in the morning….
A mechanical voice that pierces the ears. Though confused by the strange music she’s hearing for the first time, she perks up her ears.
‘Something… something….’
Seeing Aisha’s wavering face, Johann twists his lips.
Now begins the real memory-making.
“I’m going to increase speed.”
“Low speed driving….”
Vroooooom!
“Kyaah?”
Her body gets buried backward in the suddenly accelerating car.
“S, stop!”
Emily firmly grabs her hand as she panics like the flustered secretary.
“Princess! Look to the side!”
Clunk! Creeeeak!
The car’s roof above her head opens. Her vision clears as the entire world rushes toward her eyes and body, colliding with her completely.
“Ah?”
“You can scream!”
“What?”
“Scream! The sound that comes from your chest!”
Startled!
Is it really okay to do that?
Would it be alright?
“There’s no one here! Kyaaaaaaah!”
‘Ah, no one’s here?’
Looking around in surprise, it really is true.
No people, no vehicles, nothing at all.
Only them and the security vehicles desperately following behind are driving along the coastal road.
“…Yaaaah.”
“It’s okay! Louder! Kyaaaaaaah!”
“…Aaaaah!”
Something gets stuck in her throat.
But only for a moment. The wind of freedom penetrating her body grabs it, pulls it out, and blows it away behind her.
Something that had been weighing heavily on her body falls away, unable to withstand the speed.
“…Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
With the feeling of something that had been completely blocking her from fingertips to toes bursting open, Aisha poured out screams while even shedding tears.
The scarf that had been wrapped around her face flew away on the wind of liberation.
* * *
Vroooom!
Inside the convertible slowing down as it enters LA.
“…I will lodge a complaint with the hotel about this incident.”
“Please endure…”
“Don’t.”
“Pr, Princess?”
“I said don’t do it.”
If they complain, she’ll tell Uncle Tarun about how they lost track of her yesterday.
“Gasp! Pr, Princess! Th, that’s…!”
“What’s next?”
Aisha, her face flushed red, looks at Emily.
“Next we’re going to a fancy shop.”
“A, a fancy shop?”
“It’s a space full of dolls and cute, adorable things.”
She knows what kind of place a fancy shop is.
“Why there?”
“You’ve never chosen anything yourself even once, have you?”
Johann had said she probably never even went to a fancy shop directly.
Aisha is startled.
“Y, yeah.”
Dolls, school supplies, and fancy goods were all obtained by her secretary whenever she mentioned them.
“Today you’re going to choose for yourself.”
“I… myself?”
Her heart pounds again. Her shoulders tremble.
“We’ve arrived.”
As they stop the car in front of the large fancy shop they contacted last night to rent for the day, Lucy and other friends who had been waiting rush over.
“Kyah! Hello. I’m Lucy, Emily’s friend!”
“I’m Joy!”
“Huh? Huh?”
“These things are more fun to choose together, so I asked for help. If you don’t like it…”
“N, no! It’s fine!”
Right now she wants to hurry inside the fancy shop more than anything.
“Shall we go inside then?”
“Yeah!”
Grabbing the armrest of the wheelchair being pushed forward and applying force, the automatic door slides open with a whoosh, revealing a new world.
“Wow…”
A wide, complex space filled with all sorts of cute things, so vast that she can’t see the end from her wheelchair.
The smell of pencils and ballpoint pens is drawn into her nostrils.
‘So this is what a fancy shop is like!’
Emily puts her lips to the ear of Aisha, whose eyes are sparkling brightly, and moves her lips.
“You can’t get tired today.”
There’s a lot more prepared besides here.
“Re, really? There’s more besides here?”
“Of course.”
Emily herself had prepared everything she enjoyed when she was 11 and 12 years old.
“So you absolutely can’t get tired, okay?”
“…Yeah!”
Aisha felt like she was going to cry again.
* * *
Late afternoon, on the runway of LAX International Airport.
“You got on… what?”
Tarun, standing in front of the private jet, blinks his eyes as he looks at his nephew.
Her skin tone has become mysteriously darker, and her hair is disheveled as if she had fallen into the ocean. Her complexion also clearly shows signs of fatigue.
But only her eyes are sparkling with life. More than any time he’s ever seen before.
Because of this, his intention to scold Aisha, who arrived exactly on time for departure after enjoying her outing for so long, disappears.
“I, I’m sorry.”
“…Did you have fun?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s enough.”
“What?”
Tarun, who smiled gently, looks at Johann.
“Thank you.”
“Not at all. I only did what I should do as the hotel’s major shareholder and concierge.”
“I won’t forget this kindness.”
A royal’s words are worth their weight in gold.
It was an unexpected windfall.
Johann, whose lips twitched, bowed his head, and Tarun, who had been staring intently at Johann, turned around.
“Say your goodbyes, Aisha.”
“Yes…”
At the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind her, Aisha looks at Johann and the Emilys.
The events of today come to mind.
After leaving the fancy shop, they went to a dessert shop.
We took a boat to Camp Cherry Valley on Santa Catalina Island.
There we shot cork guns and threw darts to hit balloons.
We rode rides and ate huge cotton candy.
We went down balloon slides and fell into the water, opening our eyes to see the underwater world.
Fish swimming past before our eyes, pretty corals, and a turtle swimming leisurely.
Sob!
“Woo…”
Aisha hugs tightly the bear doll she won by hitting the dart target.
I don’t want to go. I want to stay longer.
I want to live here.
I don’t want to be royalty.
The Emilys hug her tightly as tears well up in her eyes.
“Did you have fun?”
“Sniff! B-but…!”
“Then come again.”
“Huh?”
Aisha looks at Emily.
Emily hugs Johann and smiles brightly.
“We’ll always be waiting here for you.”
Thump!
“Will you play with me again?”
“Of course. We’re friends now.”
“F-friends?”
“Don’t you want to be?”
“N-no!”
Aisha shakes her head vigorously and bites her lips tightly.
‘Friends…’
The first friends she’s ever made in her life.
She tries hard to hold back her tears.
“…Yeah! Take care! See you again!”
Because it’s only a brief farewell.
Because she’ll come again.
She couldn’t show her friends an unseemly side.
Even while being carried by her secretary, Aisha kept waving her hand, and the wistful crying of the leopard Fatima entering the cargo hold stimulated their ears.
Grroowww!
The airplane begins to move.
Once it got on the runway, Johann and the others also lowered their waving arms and turned around.
And so the day was coming to an end.
* * *
Screech!
“Good work today.”
“…Was it enough?”
“It was enough, so don’t worry.”
What the noble women of the Middle East want isn’t something big.
Being able to walk around freely in broad daylight.
Being able to buy what they want directly.
They desperately wanted just those small things.
“Probably… thanks to the memories made today, Aisha will have more days of smiling than before.”
The Emilys made that possible.
So there’s no need to worry anymore.
“If it feels insufficient, we can do more next time we meet.”
“…Thank you for saying that. Go inside.”
“See you tomorrow.”
As Emily, whom he hugged, enters the mansion, Johann also turns his car around.
“I wonder if we’ll be able to meet again next time…”
Aisha, whom Tarun had brought by being forceful.
“I hope we can meet… hm?”
Screech!
Johann hurriedly steps on the brakes as some people suddenly jump out and block his way.
“Johann, please stay calm…”
“Mr. Johann Jefferson! We came from Japan! Please talk to us!”
‘Japan?’
Both Rick Bottom, who was about to get out of the car urgently, and Johann furrowed their brows.
‘…Wow.’
They were some beautiful women.
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