The Shaman Wants Transcendence

68 – The White Witch of Rumpelstiltschen

Arin Lee, who was told to see Jinseong in person, immediately went to the bathroom and took out her smartphone to call someone.

[ Honey…]

“Rabbit! I want to check on the guinea pig and goat. Can I go?”

[ Yes? ]

“Are the guinea pigs and goats alive?”

[No, I’m fine, but… Wait. ]

“Okay! Longbi said he wanted to check the condition of the things, but you know. I didn’t take any pictures right now. Huh?”

[No wait, if it’s long rain, is that your shaman brother? ]

“Ugh, right! I remembered!”

[ No, wait! If you bring me here suddenly! ]

“Can I go see it anyway?!”

[No wait… !]

“Okay, thank you~ Rabbit, I’ll be there soon!”

[ Wait! ]

She shouted, eagerly getting Ella’s permission and sticking her face out of her bathroom.

“You can come and see! Brother, Se-Rin Lee! Let’s go!”

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“I made a lot of friends after studying abroad, and they are all pretty. You know what?

“Hmm.”

“Besides, do you know how well everyone handles the AK-47? Disassembling and assembling is quick, and the shooting skills are amazing? Of course I, um. I don’t like guns very much, so I didn’t play with them. Yeah.”

Arin was telling her what had happened while studying abroad, perhaps because she was happy that Jinseong was here.

“Among them, there’s a very pretty one. What is it, an albino? There’s a kid I call Rabbit because he has white hair and red eyes, and he’s so pretty. So I tried to get to know him and became friends, but now he’s at home with a goat. I have a guinea pig.”

“Albino?”

When Jin-seong heard the word albino, she showed interest.

“Huh? Isn’t that an albino? Was it a different name?”

“No. If you’re talking about albinism, you’re an albino.”

“Ah, what~ I was surprised. Longbi reacted like that, so I thought I was wrong.”

Iarin pricked Jinseong’s arm while slightly rolling her eyes. It was as if she had surprised herself.

As Jinseong pricked her fingers, which were more like hard wood than her own, she felt a strange nostalgia for the word albino.

‘Albino, albino.’

Albino was a word with quite a magical meaning.

Since ancient times, animals with albino have been treated with great respect and worshiped as magical beings. Immediately in the Orient, there was a white tiger among the gods of the four directions, and things like a white lion and a white lion were revered as spiritual creatures anywhere in the world. In the case of the white elephant, it was thought to have a cosmic symbol in leader, and was treated as a divine being who commanded clouds and rain.

However, this kind of treatment is limited only to animals.

Far from being adored or liked, people with albinism are terribly ostracized.

There is such a thing as the uncanny valley.

The theory that humans hate objects that resemble humans more than those that do not resemble humans.

The albino patient was a perfect fit for this unpleasant trough.

Albino is a disease caused by a lack of melanin synthesis.

A story that is made due to a congenital genetic disease.

Hereditary, of courseSince it is a disease, it can occur anywhere, regardless of race or region.

And that was the problem.

If a white-skinned and red-eyed child was born between a yellow and black race, how would it be treated?

In the past, in the Orient, when such a child was born, it was treated as a goblin or viewed as a sign of disaster, and in places like Africa, it became an object of superstition.

Besides, the West, full of white people, is on the better side, but not so.

On the contrary, if you look at the past, there was a more perverse side of the West.

Because there is a legend about vampires, there were frequent cases where they were not even treated as human beings. No, there were many cases where they were designated as the target of slaughter beyond the target of exclusion. From fanatics who attack vampires saying that they are evil and must be defeated, to hunters who threaten to raise their reputation by cutting off their heads, regardless of whether they are vampires or not.

In modern times, it has been revealed that albino is not a curse or a sign of disaster, but a simple disease. .

‘That’s also a story of developed countries.’

Before returning, Jinseong had close colleagues.

Among them, there was a colleague who had the nickname Marten, and to match his name, he was very curious with his small body, so he wandered around and had accidents. This guy had albinism, and when he entered the mercenary world, he had lost an eyeball and three fingers.

In some African countries, albinos were believed to bring good luck, and there were spells and rituals using the bodies of albinos. Because of this, he was ‘hunted’ by a shaman who needed ‘materials’.

Although he escaped the danger of being dismembered and spread across Africa, he lost an eye and three fingers as a price for escaping. In addition, the missing parts could not be regenerated, possibly due to the witchcraft and poison applied during the ‘hunting’, and there was no choice but to replace the missing parts with machine-made prosthetic eyes and prosthetic arms.

‘But even after that, I couldn’t overcome my curiosity and went everywhere, so I was really a guy.’

Jinseong laughed thinking of a colleague he had been with for a long time.

Then, Iarin frowned slightly and poked at him again, probably thinking that his smile was mocking herself.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?”

Foot.

Following Jinseong, Lee Se-rin, who was following behind, also burst into laughter.

Then, Iarin glared at Lee Se-rin with a straight face, unlike Jin-seong, who finished his interrogation by lightly arguing and prodding.

“Are you laughing now because you got confused about an albino? Huh? Is that funny?”

When Iarin asked, lowering his voice slightly like a leopard growling, Lee Serin shook his head.

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not something. I think it’s right.”

“Actually, that’s right.”

“⋯I’ve admitted it coolly, so I’ll just get over it this time.”

Jinseong walked slowly while listening to the conversation between the two.

Then, suddenly, something came into his sight.

‘A fortune teller?’

Street shop.

It was a fortune-telling house in the form of a tent that can be found anywhere in the world.

Even in Korea right now, you can easily see such fortune-telling shops in downtown areas, so it wasn’t a special scene…

‘Hmm.’

Contrary to the insignificant appearance, strange symbols were seen in the tent.

DotThe tent of the house was painted with celestial bodies, as if boasting of their fortune-telling by means of astrology, and some of them smelled of musk, perhaps treated with special treatment.

Musk is what seduces people and makes them look attractive.

It was not unusual to use musk in a situation where guests had to be attracted, but the problem was the celestial body on which the musk was used.

Moon and sun.

Jupiter and Pluto.

Musk is applied only to these four celestial bodies.

Those celestial bodies were celestial bodies with deep significance in astrology, but they were also celestial bodies that were very closely related to the Tarot.

The moon symbolizes Major Arcana 1, The Magician.

The sun symbolizes the 19th Major Arcana, The Sun.

Jupiter in the 10th Major Arcana, the Wheel of Fortune.

Pluto was a celestial body symbolizing the 20th Major Arcana, Judgment.

Sorcerer, Sun, Wheel of Fortune, Judgment.

In a way, there was nothing strange about the arrangement, but…

‘Hmm. Something is strange.’

It was a strange combination that somehow made me feel out of place.

What makes it even more disconcerting is that the angle of the celestial body is strange.

A strange angle, neither forward nor backward.

Moreover, the angle was so exquisite that if the cloth moved just a little, it could be in the forward or reverse direction.

In addition, it was magically treated, and the color of the place where the moisture touched slightly changed and became shiny, and it looked like a star or a halo. It was clear that if it rained or snowed, it would distort the shape of the inscribed celestial body and change its symbol over and over again.

It was never a form that could be used in a general fortune teller.

Even more strange is that the tent smells like blood.

It wasn’t just the smell of blood, it was the smell of blood filled with residual thoughts.

The smell of ‘evil’ blood that could only be used in black magic.

“Huh? Or are you interested in divination?”

“Hmm?”

As Jinseong stared at the fortune teller, Iarin spoke up.

“That fortune teller is very interesting. Would you like to go inside the old rain?”

Funny uncle

Jinseong heard Arin’s evaluation and slightly narrowed her eyes.

“A funny man. What kind of person is he?”

“Hmm. She’s a bit girly, but she communicates well with me. There’s a feeling of being a little more comfortable while talking. Anyway, it’s a little fun? How about going in with Ojangbi?”

Feminine uncle.

Feel comfortable.

Jinseong heard those two words and something was about to pop into her head.

However, it was not enough to recall with only a few clues, and Jin-seong decided to use a more efficient method than forcibly recalling memories that did not come to mind.

He plucked a few strands of his hair, tucked them between his fingers, rubbed them together, and threw them in front of the tent.

Then, after telling Iarin to go, he left the front of the tent.

And not long after leaving the tent, we arrived at our destination.

It was a house that looked like a witch’s house.

This Arin walked towards the house with her strides, knocking on her door with one hand and mercilessly pressing her doorbell with the other, she cried out.

Bang bang bang!

Ding dong! DingDong! Ding dong!

“Rabbit! We’re here!”

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Is Se-Rin Lee embarrassed by that appearance?

She slipped her head down and covered her face.

“I’m not even an elementary school student…”

She looked more like she was about to break down the door than knock.

“Gee, I’ll open it now!”

I wonder if the landlord was also afraid that the door would be broken.

The door burst open with the sound of running.

And I see the appearance of the woman that Arin Lee called ‘Rabbit’.

“Her.”

Jinsung laughed.