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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | <โฆB์๋ก ํฅํ๋ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฐฉ๋ฅ ์ค ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ก ์ธํด ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋ง์์๊ฐ 136๋ช ์ ๋์ด์ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์กด์๋ 3๋ช ์ ๋ถ๊ณผํ ์ํฉ์ ๋๋ค. ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์ ๋ํ ์คํฌ๋ฆฐ์๋ ์ด๋ฒ ํญ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ค์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ธ ๋ช ๋ฟ์ธ ์์กด์ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ก ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ ์คํ์์ค ๋ณ์ ์์ ๋์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ํธ๋ํฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๊ป์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฃผ์ธ์.โ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง, ๋จํธ ํ์์ค์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์จ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ๊ฒ ํ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ๊ณ ๋น์, ํ์ฅ์๋ ์น๊ฐ๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๊ณตํฌ๋ก ์จ๋ ์ ๋๋ก ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผํ ์ง 3๋ ์ด๋ ๋์์ง๋ง ๋จํธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํ์๋ก ํ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ํ ์ผ ์ด ์๋ ค ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒจ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ํ์ฐธ์ด๋ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ค. ํ ๋จธ๋์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ฌ๋ณด์ธ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ฉ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ์ ํ ๊ฑด๋ํธ์์ ์น์ ํ๋ฉด์๋ ์ฐ๋กํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด, ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ช ์ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ. ์ด๋ ๋ค์น ๋ฐ๋ ์๊ณ ? ์์ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์์ง?] ๊ฐ์์์ ์์ค์ ์นํ ๋จธ๋๋ก ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค ์ค ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ด์ฌ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ๋โฆโฆ.โ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์์ด ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์น ์ฑ ๋ฏํ๋ค. [์ด๋ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ดค๋! ๋น์๋ก ๋ ์๋ด๋ก, ํด์ธ ์ถ์ฅ๊ฐ ๋จํธ ์ผ์ ๋ค ๋ด์ฃผ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ํฐ์ก๋๋ฐ๋ ์ฝ๋นผ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋ณด์ฌ? ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ด๋ผ! ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๋ง ๋๋!] ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. [์ง๊ธ ์ด๋ ๋ณ์์ ์์ด? ์ง์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ผ ํ ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ด!] ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ณ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ ๊ฐ์์์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ธ ์ฑ ๋ง์์ด ํ์ ๊ฝํ ์๋ ์ฃผ์ฌ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์์ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. โํ์๋ถ, ์ง๊ธ ๋ญํ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ๋ค๋ฆฌ ๋ถ์์ด ์ฌ๊ฐํ๋ ์์ ์ ์ทจํด์ผ ํด์.โ ๋ง์นจ ๋ณ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค. โ๋ชฉ๋ฐ ์ข ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ํด์ํด์ผ๊ฒ ์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋งํฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋จํธํ๋์ง ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ณ์๋ณด๋ค๋ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์์ ์์ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ค, ํ์ฐ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ์ฅ์ ๋น์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ ๋๋ฐ์ด ์ถ์ฅ์ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ์ ์ํ์ ์ ํ ๋ฐฐ์น์ ๊ทผ๋ฌด์ธ์์ ํ์ ์ง๊ธฐ ์ํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ํํด ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ผ์ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ฆ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋์ด์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ด ๋จ์, ๋๋์ฒด ์ง๊ธ ์ด๋์ ๋ญ ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ, ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ํด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ์คํ์์ค์ ๋์ ๋ชฉ๋ฐ์ ์ง๊ณ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฉ์ฒ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณ์ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒฝ ๋๋จธ๋ก ์ต์ํ ์ฐจ๋๋ฒํธํ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ธ ์น์ฉ์ฐจ ๋ช ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ์์ธํ ๋ณด๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ์์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๋จผ์ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ํธ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋นผ๊ณกํ ๋๋ฌ์ธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ํ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ชน์ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ฏ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ฝํธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฑ ํฉ๊ธํ ๋ณ์ ๋ณธ๊ด ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ง์ฐฐ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ์ํ 3๋ ๋์ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค์ ํ ๋จํธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๊ณ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ฒญ๋ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ปธ๋์ง ํธํก์ด ๊ณค๋ํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณต๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆด๋ฝ ๋ง๋ฝ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ณ์ ์๋๊ฐ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ. ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ด์ค์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ๊ณ์ ํ์์ค์ด์ผ. ์ค์ ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค์ด๋ฐ? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ๊ธฐํด. ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ์ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์๋ ๋ด.โ โ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ? ํ์คํด?โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ํ์คํ์ง. ์ง๋ฃ ์ฐจํธ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑธ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ํ์๊ฐ 12์ฃผ๋ ๋๋๋ฐ? ํ์ ์ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ์์ ํ์ง ์ค๋ ์ถํ์ด ์์๋. ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์๊ณ ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ๋๋ฐ?โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ผ๋ก ๋ ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ค. โ12์ฃผ๋ผ๋ฉดโฆโฆ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ ?โ ์ 2ํ ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ , 1์ฃผ์ผ ์ ๋ ์ถ์ฅ ์ผ์ ์ด ์กํ ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์ฅ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. โ๊ทธ ๋ ์๊ธด ์์ด์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์จ๊ฒจ์ง ์๋ด๋ก ์ค๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋น๋ฐ๊ณ์ฝ์ ๋งบ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๊ป ๋จํธ์ ์ค์บ๋ค์ ๋ํด์๋ ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐธ ๊ฐ๋ณํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์โฆโฆ ์ ์ฌ์๋ ์ ์์ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ ๋ด. ๋ณด์ํ๋ ๊ณง ๊ณต์๋ฐํ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ?โ โ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ. ๋๋ ์๊น ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ด. ๋ค ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?โ ์นดํธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํธ๋ํฐ ์ ์ฌ์ง์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์, ๋ง์! ์ด ์ฌ์์ผ! ST๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋์งธ ๋ธ! ํ์์ค์ด๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์? ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ๊ฐ์!โ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํธ๋ค๊ฐ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. โST ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด๋ผโฆโฆ.โ ํด์ ์์์ ๋ง์น ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ฌ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์์ด ์ข์ฒ๋ผ ์ง์ ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์๋ ํธ๋ํฐ ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ๋น์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋น์ท๋ค. ์ ์์ด ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ง๋ง ํ์์ค๊ณผ ST ๊ทธ๋ฃน๊ณผ์ ์ฐ๊ด์ฑ์ ์ ํ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โB์์ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ ๋ช ๋ฌธ๊ฐ ์ง์์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฎ์ด๋ค๋ ์ด์ํด.โ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ค์ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ์๋์ด ๋์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ์งํก์ด์ ๋ชธ์ ์์งํ ์ฑ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ตฌ๋! ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ณต์ด ๋ง์์ ๊ทธ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ค์๋ ๋ฌด์ฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์จ์ด ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ปํ์ง ๋ญ๋.โ โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ด ์ปธ์ง๋ง ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ฌ์ค ์ ์ข ํผ๊ณคํด์.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋. ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ์ด๋ผ. ์์ค์ดํํ ์ฐ๋ฝํด ๋จ์ผ๋๊น ๊ณง ์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌํ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ก๋ค. ๊ฐ์์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ดด๋ก์ด ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์ค ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์๊ฒ ์ง์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๊ฐ์๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ฐธ๊ณ ๊ฒฌ๋์จ ๋ ์ด ํ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐ์ค์์ง๋ค๋โฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ์์ค์ ๋ค์๋ ๋ฐค ๋ฆ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ด ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ค. โ์์ง ์ ์ค์ด? ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ์ ์ ๊บผ ๋์ด?โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ถ์ ์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ด ๋ถํธํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ ์ข ์ผ ์นจ๋์ ๋์๋ง ์์๋ค. ์ง์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋จน์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ์ํ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ์ด๋์ ์์์ด์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์์ ์ฑ ์์ฒํด์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๋์์์ ํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ์ฌํท์ ๋ฒ์ ๊ทธ์ ํํํ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฉ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ์นจ๋ ํค๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์์ ์ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. โT์์ ์๋ ์ง์ฌ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ์ถ์ฅ ๋ค๋ ์์ด.โ ์์ค์ ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ ํ, ๊ท์ฐฎ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ๋ฅํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์์ค ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค ์์ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ฌ์ญค๋ดค๋๋ฐ T์๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐํ ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ด์ญ์ด ์๋๊ตฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋งํฌ์ ์์ฌ์ด ์๋ฉ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. โ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์์ค์ด ์์ค ์ ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ตณ์ด ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ํญ๋ฐํ๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ฏค์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โํ, ๊ณง ๋ถ ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ์ 3ํ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ด์ โ๋น์ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ์, ๋์ฒด ์ธ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ 3๋ ์ ํผ์ธ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ํ ๋๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ง๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฑ๋ค. ์ด์ฐ๋ ์ผ์์๋์ง ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋ถ๋ฉด ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ด ๋ท์กฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ์ ์์์ด ๋ณํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ฐํ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์ฌ์? ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์ํ๋ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ด ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋น์ ๋ค ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ดค์ด์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก, ํ ๊ธ์ ํ ๊ธ์ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ๋ฑ์๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฐข๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ๋ชป๋ง๋ ํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ญ๋ ฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฉด์๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ๋ง ํ ๋ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง๋ค์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ค์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ถ๋ถ๋ก ์ด์๋ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ผ ๋ง๋ค ํธ์ง์ก๋ ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ์์ ์ ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์์ฒ๋ผ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋์ด์๊ฒ ์ ์ฑ์ ๋คํ๋ค. ์ง์์๋ ์ฃผ๋ถ๋ก ๋ ํ์ฌ์์๋ ํ์ ์ ์ธ ๋น์ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋งก์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ป์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์๋ค, ๋ธ ์ ๋ณ๋ ์ข์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํ๋ค. 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋งํผ ํ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์งํจ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ ์ด๋ ํ๊ฐ? 3๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ํ๋๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ํ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฐ๊ณ ์์์ง๋ง ์นจ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ผ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ค ๋ฌด์จ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋์ง ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๋ชป ๋ณ์ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ฒฐํผํ ์์ฌ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ฐ์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฑธ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ฌ์ผ ํ์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟํ๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ท๊น์ ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๊ตต์ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์กํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ํ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋นคํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋ด ์ธ์ปจ๋๊ฐ ์๋์ผ. 20๋ ๋๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์ผ.โ โ์ด๋ฆด ์ ๋ถํฐ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ 5๋ ์ ์ ์ถ๊ตญํ ์ดํ๋ก ์๋ก ํ๋ฒ๋ ์ฐ๋ฝํ ์ ์์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋คํต์๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ด์ฉ์ง ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์๋ด๋ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ํ์ ์ด 1๋ ์๋๋ผ๋โฆโฆ.โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ ๋ ์ฌ๋, ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์์?โ ํ์์ค์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฉด์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ๊ณณ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์๋์ง ๋ฒ์จ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ.โ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์๋ ์์์ ์ํ๋ ํ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ง์๊ณ ํ๊ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๋ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ B์์ ๋ฏธํผ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ค์์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณจ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ํค๊ณ , ์๋ค ๋ธ์ ๋ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์์์ ์ ์ง๋ฅผ ๋จ๋จํ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์์ ์ ์๋ช ์ ๊ตฌํด ์ค ํ์ฐ์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ถ์ฒํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ญํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๊ณ ๋น๋ฐ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋น์์ ์์ ์ด ์ด์ํ๋ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์ต๋ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋๋ ๋น์๋ก ์ผํด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ ์ ๋์ง ๋ง๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์๊ธด์, ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ฃ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ด์์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ์ง๋ง ๋๋์๋ ๋น์ด ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฏธ์๋ง์ ์์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ง์น ๋ฌด๋ค์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์จ ์ฒ๋ ๊ท์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ณด์์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋๊ฐ ๋ณํ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ด์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์กํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ฝค ํฐ ์นจ์ค์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ต๋ตํด์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์จ๋๋ ์ ์ ๋์์ ธ ์ด๋๋ง ์จ๋๊ณ๊ฐ 30๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋์ด ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ค์ ์จ์ด ๊ฐ๋น ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ธ ๊น์ ์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํ์ง ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฏํ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์์ง๋ง ๋๋ฌด ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ง๊ธ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์ 4ํ ๋ ์ด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋์์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ ์ธ ๋จ์ถ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ์ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ถ์๋ค. ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๊ฐ์ถฐ์จ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๊ฐ๋ง ํ์ธ์ง ๊ท๋ฐ๊น์ง ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ด ์ง์ ์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ด ๋์๋์ง ์์๋๊ณ ์? ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์. ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๋น์ ์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ง๊ธ ๋๋ ๋ด ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ์.โ โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ง์?!โ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ์์ค์ ํํํ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ด ์ธ๋ฃฉ๋ถ๋ฃฉ ์์ง์๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์ต์์ ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ฟ๋ ธ์ด์. ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ณง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํด ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ๋๋ดํ๊ณ ๊ณผ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ค. ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ฌ์ค ์ ์๋ ์์ผํ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋๋ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ณธ๋ฅ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ํธํก๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ด์ก๋ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋์ด๋ฉฐ, ์์ค์ ํ ๋์ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ฐ๊น์ค๋ก ๋์ฐพ์ ์ผ๋ง์ ์ด์ฑ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์๋ ์์ ๊ฝ ์์ผ ์ก์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ, ๋ ์ ๋ง ์ญ๊ฒจ์.โ ์์ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋์ด์ค๋ฅด๋ ์๋ง์ด ์์๊ฐ์ ํญ์ญ ๊ฐ๋ผ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ณ ์๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง์ธ ๋ฏ ํ ๋ง๋ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๋๋ฅผ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง๋์?โ โ๊ทธ๋!โ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ง์ค์ด์ง ์๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ๋ง๋๋ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ฒ๊ธด ์ท์ ์ง์ด ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จ์ถ๋ ์ ๊ทธ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ด โ์พ โํ๊ณ ๋ซํ๋ฉด์ ์ฃผ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋๊ฐ์ ๊ธด์ฅ์ด ํ๋ ค ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๋์๋ ์๋ง์ด ์ฐจ์ฌ๋๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋์๋ฉฐ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ด ์ ๋๋ก ํ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ ๋ง์๋ ์์ด์ง๊ฒ ์งโฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ๋ค์๋ ์์นจ, ํ์ฐ์ ์์ง ์ฑ์น ์์ ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ์๋์ธต์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ด๋ฆผ์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๊ฐ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ค๋นํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์๋ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋๋ผ ์ง์ ๋น์ด ์ํ์๋ค. โ์ด๋จธ, ์์ธ๋! ์ฃฝ๋ค ์ด์๋ ์ง ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง๋ ์์๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ์ง ๋๊ณ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ํน์ ์ฌํ ๊ฐ์?โ ํ์์ค์ ์น๋์ ํ์์์ด ๋น์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฌ B๋ํ๊ต 2ํ๋ ์ ์ฌํ์ค์ด๋ค. ์์์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ ํ ์ต์ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋ถํธํ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์ข ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ฌ์ฃผ๊ฐ ์ข์ ํธ์ด๋ผ ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณง์ ์์งํด์ฃผ์๋ค. ์คํ์ผ์ด ์ข์์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค๋ก๋ถํฐ ๋ถ๋ฌ์์ ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์ ํ ๋๊พธ๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. ๋ง์นจ ๊ท๋ถ์ธ์ฒ๋ผ ์น์ฅํ ํ์จ ์ง์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํํ๊ท ํ์ฅ์ ๋๋ฒ์งธ ์๋ด์ด์ ์์ค์ ์น์ด๋จธ๋์๋ค. ์ด์์ ๋ ์ฒ์๋ถํฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ท์ฐจ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ ํจ๋ถ๋ก ๋งํ๊ธฐ ์ผ์ค์๋ค. โ์์นจ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ถํฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ฉฐ ๋ญํ๋ ์ง์ด์ผ? ๋น์ฅ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ์ฒญ์์ค์ธ ์ด๋ชจ๋์ด๋ ๋์๋ผ. ๊ณง ์๋ก ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ค์ด์์ ์ง๋ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๊บผํ์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. ์์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์์์ด ๊ถ๊ธ์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์๋ก? ๋๊ฐ์?โ โ๋๊ฐ ์ข์ ์ฃฝ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋?โ โ๋ค? ํ๊ฒฝ์ธ๋ ๊ท๊ตญํ์ด์?โ โ๋์์ค๊ธฐ๋ง ํ ๊ฒ ์๋๊ณ , ๋ค ์ค๋น ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ก์์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง ํฐ๊ฐ ์ข์์ ์ ๊น ์๊ธฐ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ฉด์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฒ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด์ผ ๋ง๋ก ์์ ์ด ์๊ฐํด์จ ์ด์์ ์ธ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฟ๊ฐ์ด์๋ค. ์ ์ด์ ๊ทธ ์ผ์ด ์๋์์ผ๋ฉด ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ๋ฌด์ํ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ญํ๊ณ ์๋? ์ฒญ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ?โ ์์ ๊ฐ์์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋น์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ถ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์์ ์ ๋ฉธ์ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ป๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด๋๋ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ ์ง๋ง ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ง ์๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋๋ถํฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ถ๋ถ์ฌ์ด๊ฐ ์๋์์. ์์์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฐฉ ์ฒญ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋๋ ์ผ์ ์ด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์ํค์ธ์.โ ์ 5ํ ์ดํผํฉ์์ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๊ณผ๋ ์์ ํ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ฌํ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๋ฐํ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ํ๋์ผ!? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ ๋ง ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํด๋ด!โ ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ํํ ์ง์์ผ์ ์ํค์ธ์. ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ต๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ์ ์ ์ ๋ก ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ์์ด ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฒ์ปฅ ํ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. โ๋!โ โ์๋ง, ์๋ง!โ ์์์ด ํฅ๋ถํ ์๋ง์ ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ถ์ด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ธ๋ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ง์ฃ ? ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค์ ์ค๋น ๊ฐโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ถ๋ ์ง์ ๋ถ์ฑ์ง์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ์ผ์ ๊บผ๋ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ ค๋ ์๋๊ฐ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ธ์ ์๋๋ฅผ ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์์ฑ๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๋ถํด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํน์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋จน๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋จํธ ํ๋ ๋ถ์ก์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ์ฃผ์ ์ ๋ณ ์ต์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ค. ๊ฐํ ์์ด๋จธ๋ ํ์ ํด?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฆฟ๋๋ฆฟ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋์ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ ์ ๊ตฌ์์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ถ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋นจ๋ผ์ง๋ฉด์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ชผ๊ฐ์ง ๋ฏ ์ํ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ์์ ํผ๋ถ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ ๊พน ๋๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ์์ด๊ฐ ์์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ จ์ฃ ? ์ ์์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ์๊ฒ ๋น๋จ๊ธฐ๊ณผ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์์ ์ด ์๋๋ ์์ธ์ด ๊ณผ์ฐ ๋๊ตฌ ์ชฝ์ ์๋์ง ์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ โ๋, ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐํ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ์์ ๋ ๋ค ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊น์ง ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ! ๋ ๋๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ค์ดํ๊ณ ๊ผญ ์ดํผ์ํค๊ณ ๋ง ํ ๋ ๋๊ณ ๋ด!โ ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฐํด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๋คํผ์ ํผํ๋ค. ์ ๋งํด์ ์๊ธฐ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ด์ธ์ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ์๋งํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ด์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง๋ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ๋ฑ์ด ์๊ธธ๊น ๋ด ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ง๋์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๋๊ฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ง๋ ๋ด๋ฑ๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ธธ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ๋ง๋ ์๊ด์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ด ๋๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ ํ์์์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ2์ธต ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง์ ๋ ๋ ๋งํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด ์์ด์ก๋์ง ์ ์ดํด๋ด. ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฝค๋ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ณด์ด๋๋ฐ ํน์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ๊ฐ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด์์!โ ์ ์ ํ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋์ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ํ์์์ ์์ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ ค ์์๋ค. โ์๋ง, ์์ด์ง ๊ฑด ์์ด์. ๋์ ์นจ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์์ด์!โ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๋นผ์์ ์ดํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋๋น์ด ํ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. [์ดํผํฉ์์] ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ณง์ฅ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค ์์๋๋ค. ํํ ๋ฐ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ์์ ๋์ค๋ ๋จ์ด๋ค ์ค โ์ดํผํฉ์์โ, โ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ โ ๋ฑ์ ๋ค์ ์์ค์ ์์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์น๊ณ ์ฆ์ ํ์์ค์ ๋์ฐ๋ค. "์๋ง, ์๋ง! ์ผ๋จ ์ง์ ์ข์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. [๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ ์ง์ ํ๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ์ด? ๋ด ๊ทํ ์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ฐ์ ๋ง๋ค์ ์จ ๋จ๋๋ฐ? ๋ง์นจ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ์ด ํ์ด๋ฐ์ ์ง ๋๊ฐ์ค ๊ฑด ์ฐธ ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง. ์๋, ์ง๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐํ ๋จผ์ ์ดํผ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด? ๋ชฝ๋ฅ์ด ์ฐ์ง๋ก ์ซ์๋ด๋ ์์์ฐฎ์ ๋ โฆโฆ] ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ด๋์ด ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํตํ์ข ๋ฃ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ ๋ค. ์ฌํ๊ป ์์ข ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์น ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ง์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ํ์์๋ ๋ฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ฒ ๋ชฉ๋ก์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฒํธ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ 3๋ ๋ง์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ํตํ์ฐ๊ฒฐ์์ด ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๊ฐ, ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ฌ์ฅ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฐฉํ๋๋ฐ, ์ตํ์ฐ ๋น์์ ์ฌ์ง์์ ๋๋ค.โ ๊ตฌ์ค์ฅ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ ์จ์ด ๋งํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์งํํ๋ ์ฌ์ ๋ค์ด ์ ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ค ์ ์ผ ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ด ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ธ๋ฐ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์์ง ํ์์์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฌด ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ํ์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒโฆโฆ ํ์ค ๊ฑด์งโฆโฆ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฏ๋น์ด ๋์ฑ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์์ ์ฌ์์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ด ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด ์ฃผ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.] ํ, ์ตํ์ฐ. ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์ ํ ์น๋๋ค ์ด๊ฑฐ์ง? ์ 6ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๋ค ๊ณตํญ ๋ก๋น์ ์ ์๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ํด์ง ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์จ์ด ํธ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ ๋ค. ์ค๊ฐ๋ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฒผ๋ค. โB์๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์ข ์ฑ์ญ์์ญํ๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์, ๋ ์ด์ ํ๋ ์ผ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ์ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฌ๋ํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์ฃผ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ๊ณตํญ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ฒดํฌ์ธ์ ํ๊ณ , ์ด๋ฏธ D๊ตญํ ํฐ์ผ์ ์๋งคํ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ๋ ๋ ์ ๋ถ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ B์์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋ ๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ง ์๋์๋ค๋ฉด ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ค์ ๋ง๋๊ณ ์ถ์ดํ์ จ์ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ์ด ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ฅผ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์น์ธํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์ค์ ๊ฐ์ฌํดํ๊ธฐ๋์ปค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ํผ์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. ์ด์ ํ์ฐ ์ฐจ๋ก์๋ค. โ์๋ ํ์ญ๋๊น, ์๋. ์ด ํฐ์ผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ ๊ฒจ ์์ด ๋น๋ถ๊ฐ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.โ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค ์นด์ดํฐ ์ง์์ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ฒจ์๋ค๊ณ ์?โ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ, ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํ์ธํด ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ โํ์ฌ ๊ณ์ข๋ก ์๋งคํ์ จ๋์? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ถํ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธ๋๋๋ฐ, ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น?โ โโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌธ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋น์์๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ์์ ๋ง๋ค์ด์ค ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ณ์ข๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์โฆโฆ. ์ผ๋ง์ ํ์ฌ ์ธ์ฌ๋ถ์์ ์ด๋ค ๊ฒ์ ๋ฑ๋กํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ํ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ๊ธด์ฅํด ์์ด ๋๋ ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ฒ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ง ์์ ์ด ๋์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฃจ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ด ์ฒด๊ณ์ ์ด์ง ๋ชปํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ฃ์กํด์, ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํํด์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณผ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ธ์ฌํ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์์ง๋ง ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊ณ , ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๋ ๋ฉ์์ง๋ง ๋ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ด ์ํ์์ก๋ค. โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ด ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒํธ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ์ผ๊ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ณ ์์์๊น!โ โHT๊ทธ๋ฃน, HT๊ทธ๋ฃน!โ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆผ๋์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋น๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋๋ฐฉ์ธ ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ณง ์ฐ๋ ์์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๋์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋์ ๊ฑด๋จ ๋ค ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ณธ๊ด์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๋คํํ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํด์ฌ ์์์ ์์ง ํผ์ง์ง ์์๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ํํธ๋ฌ์ง ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ธ์ฌํ์ด ์๋ 12์ธต์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค๋ ๋น ์จ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ จ๋ ๋ด์.โ ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์์ง์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ค๋ผ๋น์ด์, ์๋ถ์ ๋ฅํ ์ ์ด์จ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ํด์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง๋ํ๋ ๋ฐ์ ์ต์ํ๋ค. โ๋ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด๋์์ด์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ํํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์๊ธฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ ๋ถํฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์? ๊ทธ๋ผ ์๋ชป ์ฐพ์์ค์ จ๋ค์. 2๋ถ ์ ์ ๋ํ ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ์ จ๋๋ฐ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒ ์ด์.โ โโฆโฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์์ํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์๊ฒฉํ๊ณ ์ ์ํ๊ฒ ์์ง์ด๊ณ ํ๋ฒ ํ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๊พธ์ง ์๋ B์์์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ํํ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฝ๊ฒ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ! ํ์ฐ์ด ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋์์์ ์์ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ์ ์ด์จ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ ์ธ์ง, ์ ์๊ฐ ์๋์ง๋ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. โํด๊ณ ๋ ์๋ ์์ด์, ์ ์๊ฐํด์. ์ง๊ธ ์์ธต์์๋ ๊ฝค ์ค์ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๊ณ , ํ ๋ํ๋๊ป๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝํผ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์.โ ์ 7ํ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฝํผ์? ์ตํ์ฐ๊ณผ ํ์์ค์ ๋น๋ฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ค์ ๋น์๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ๋ง ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ดํผํ์์์ ์ํฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ํ๋ คํ๊ฒ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ค. ๋์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ค๋ ์นจ๋์์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์์ค๊ณผ ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ๊ณ ๋ง์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ด์จ์ ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋์ด ๋ํ๋์ ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ฐ๋ณด๊ฐ ์๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ์ ์ ์๋๋ฐ, ํด๊ณ ๋์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ด์ํ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ปดํจํฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์, ๋ ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธฐ๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ๋ํ์ค์ด ์๋ ์ธต์ ๋์ฐฉํ ํ์ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ์๋ง์ ๊ตฌ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค์ จ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๋น์๋ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๋ํ๋๊ป ๋๋ ธ์ด์. ์์ง ํ์ ์ค์ด์ ๋ฐ, ์์ง ์ธ ๋ฒ์งธ ํ์์์. ๊ธํ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฐ ๋ง์๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ โ์๋จ, ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์ ์์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌด๋ค๋คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ โ๋ค, ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ์ปคํผ ํ ์ ๊ฐ๋ค ๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ ๋ํ๋ ์์ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ผ์ ๋ด๋นํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ๋ฉด ๋น์ฅ ์ ๋นํ ์ง์์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก๋ค. โK๊ตญ์ ํธ๋๋๋ฆฝ ์ปคํผ์์, ๋ฐฐ์ด์ง ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋์ง๋ง์.โ โ์ ์ ๋ง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ์์ค๊ณผ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ํค์ด์ง๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ๋ด์ด์ฃผ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ๋ํ๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ์ค ์์ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค ํ์์ค ์ชฝ์ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๋ฌธํ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๋ณด์ธ ํ์์ค ๋ด๋ถ์๋ ์ฌ๋ฌ ์ฌ๋์ด ํ ์ด๋ธ์ ์ค์ฌ์ผ๋ก ์์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต๊ณผ ์ ์ฅ๋ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ ๋๋ก ๋์ ๊ทธ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ชฝ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ์์ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์์ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด์ ๋น์ ํ ๋ป ์ ์ ์ท์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ถํฌ๋ช ํ ์ ๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง ์ด๋ ดํ์ด ํน์ ํ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ค๋ฃจ์ฃ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ณ์์์ ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ ๋ํ ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ณด๊ดํ ํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ธ์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฉฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋ ค๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ง ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฆ๊ฒ ์ค์ จ์ด์!โ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ค๋ช ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ํ ํด์ง๋ก ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ง๋ ๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ํฐ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ์ด์ด ๋น ์ก๋ค๊ณ ํ๊ธธ๋ ๋ค์ด์ดํธ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๋ค์ ์๊ฐํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ๊ฒฐํผ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์คํธ๋ ์ค ๋ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์์ด.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ํ ์ ํ์ด์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ์ฐ์ํ ์ํ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์๊ณ ํฌ๋ช ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ด์ง ๋ถ๋ฃฉํ ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์จ๋ชธ์์ ๊ณ ๊ทํจ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ํจ์ด ๋ฌผ์ฌ ํ๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฑ๊ฐ์ด ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ ๋ฌผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ , ์ท๋งค๋ฌด์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋์์์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค ํ๋ค. โ์ ์๋ง์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ต ๋น์๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋๋ฐ, ์์ค ์จ ๋น์ ๋ง์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊ตณ์ด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ ํ์๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ ์ปคํผ ํ ์๋ง ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์? ํํธ ์จ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์ ์์์์์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ ?โ ์ 8ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋์ผ๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ์๋ฌด๊ฐ ์์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ช ๋ น์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถํธํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์์ง ํ์์ค์๊ฒ ์์ผ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ์ก๋คํ ์ผ์ ๋งก๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. ๋๋ถ์ด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ์์ฐ์ค๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ ์๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ ๋ค ๋์ํ๋ค. โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ถํํ ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์์ ํ ๋ชจ์ฑ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ธ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ์ ํ๊ฒจ ๋์ค๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๊ณผ ํ๋ คํจ์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ๋์กฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ถ์ ํ ์ง์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๋ค ๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ํ์ง ๋ํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ช ๋ ์ด ํ๋ฅธ ์ง๊ธ, ํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ผํ ์ ์ธ์๋ค. ์์ฒญ๋ ๊ฒฉ์ฐจ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ฐ๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฐ ํ ์ ๋ํผ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ๊ณ ํ์ฅ์ค์์ ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋น์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์คํ 3 ํฐ์คํผ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ์ ์๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ ธ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋ค. ํ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ํ์์ค์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ๋ฒ์จ ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ค์ด์ค์ธ์.โ ์์์ ๋ค๋ ค์จ ๊ฒ์ ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋ ์จํํ๊ณ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ปํ๋ค. ๊ธด ๊ณ ๋ฏผ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ปด์๊ณ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ์ด๋์ ๋ ์์์ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๊ณ ํต์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋นํฉํ ๋ฏํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋๊ณ ๋๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ผ์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ด ๋ณต์กํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๊ณ ๊ฝค ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์์ ์์ ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๋๊ณผ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ ธ ๋์ค๋ ๋๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋จ์จ์ ์์ ์ ์ผ์ผ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ์ง ์๋ฉด์ ๋ํํ ๊ตณ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ์ผ!โ โ์ต ๋น์๋?โ ์ฐ์ฟ ์ปค๋ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋๋์ด๊ณ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋์ ํ ๋๋ง์น๋ฏ ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ง ๋จ ๋ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ค์์ผ ์๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชจ์ต๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ด ํ๋ ค ์ฃผ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒํ ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ๊ณผ ์์ค, ๋๋ง์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฉํดํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฉ๊ฑด ์์ผ์ธ์?โ โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋, ๋๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์.โ 200์ ๊ณฑ๋ฏธํฐ์ ๋ฌํ๋ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ์ฑ ์ ์์๋ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋๋ฏธ์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฌ ์๊ณ , ํฐ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์๋ฆ ๋ผ์น๋ ํ์ ์ ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์? ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด์?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํธ๊ธฐ์ฌ์ด ๋ฐ๋ํ๋์ง ์์ค์ ๋ ๊ฝ ๊ปด์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ ๋น์ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ์จ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ์, ๋ณ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ.โ ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ํ์ ์ก์๋น๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ์์์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ฐฉ์์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๊นจ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ํผ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ๋จ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ชปํ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ๋ ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐํนํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ค์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฝ๊ฒ ๋๋ ค์ค ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ ํ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ๋์ง์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํด ์ด ์ผ์ ํด๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. โ์ ์ด๋ฏธ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ํด์งํ๋๋ฐ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ ๊ฐ์ จ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด์? ๋ํ๋์ด ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง ์์ฌ์ค๋ฝ์ต๋๋ค. HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ์ผ ์ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์น์์์. ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋น์์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋น์ดํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ง ์์ผ์ จ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ ์ 9ํ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ณด๋ ์์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ค ๋ํ์ค์ ์ด์ผ์์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ํ๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ธ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ, ์์ค ์จ?โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์จ ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด๊ฒ ์ด?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์ฌ์ ๋ง๋๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ผ ์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์ณค์ด. ์ ๋ฐ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ํ์ง๋, ํ์ํ์ง๋ ์์.โ โํด์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ํด์ผ์ง. ์ ์ฌํ ๋ ์ง๊ธํ ์ ๋ํผ์ ์ ๊ณ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธ๋๋๊น.โ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด์ฉํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ผ๋ก ๋ถ๋ฌ๋ค์ธ ์์ค์ ์๋๋ฅผ ์์์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๊ฑฐ๋. ์์ค์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํญ๋ณตํ๋๋ก ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ฐ์ด ํญ๋ณตํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ ํ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ, ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๋จ์ ์๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์์กด์ฌ๊น์ง ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง๋ฐํ๋ค. โ์, ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ์ต ๋น์๊ฐ ์๋ชปํ๋ค.โ โ์๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ค ์์์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์์ค์ ํ์ ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ์น๋ฏ์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฒ์์ ์ ๋ํผ ์์ผ์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. โ๋ฒ์๊ฒ์.โ ๊ฐ๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ํ์คํ ๋ค ๊ธ์. โ์์ค ์จ ๋ง์ด ๋ง์. ๋๋ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ํ์คํ๊ฒ ๋๋ด์ผ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ํ๋์ ๋ํ์ค์ ์ฝ์๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ์ํด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ธ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ง ์๋ํ ๋๋น์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๊ทผ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด์ ๊ณผ ํ์ฐํ ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ด ๋๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ์กฑ์์์ ์์ ํ ๋ฒ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ง๋ก๋ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ค์ด ๊ฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ์์ ํ ํต์ ๋ ฅ์ ์์๋ค. ์๋๋ฉด 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ง๋ก ์ดํดํ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฑด ์๋๊น? ๋ํ์ค์ ์๋ฌธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํผ์ง์ ๋ง์ ์ง์๋ค์ด ๋ฌธ ์์์ ๊ธฐ์๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์๋ฌด๋ ํญ์ ์จํํ๊ณ ์น์ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋ฉด์ด ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ๋์๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง ๋ฒ์ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋์ด์, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค ์ง์ง ์์๋ค์โฆโฆ.โ โ์๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ๋ํผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํํผ์งํ๋ฐ ๋๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ์ข์์ง ์์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์ ๋ผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ก ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. โ์์ฃผ ํ๊ฐํ์ง? ์ผ ์ ํด? ์ ๋ถ ์๊ธ์์ ๊น์ผ ์ค ์์!โ ๋ชจ์ฌ ์๋ ์ง์๋ค์ ์๋ก์ ๋์น๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ค ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๋ํ๋ ์ด์ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ํ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋ค์ฌ๋ค๋ณด์๊ณ ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์์์์ ์ถฉ๋ํ๋ค. โ๋ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ํด์ฌํ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ผ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ต๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์ ๋ด, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๋ํ์ค ์์์ ๋์ ํ๋๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฐฌ ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ถ์๋ฅผ ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ํ๋, ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ์ฃผ์ค๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฉฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ๊น ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์ํ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก์ ํ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ด๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ง๋ ๋ฌ ์๊ธ์ ์ ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์ด๋ ์์ค๊ณผ์ ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ์์ ํ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๋ป์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์๋ ์๋ํด์ก๊ณ , ํ๊ณ ํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ ๊ณณ์์๋ถํฐ ํ๋ชฐ์์น๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ 10ํ ์ค๋น ์ ๋ง์ค โ์์ค ์จ?โ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ๊ด๊ณ์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ ๊ทธ์ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ณด๋ด! ์ค๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค๋ ์ค ์๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด, ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋ชป ๋ง๋ฌ์์, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ์์ค ์จ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋.โ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์์ค์ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฏผ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ์ฑ ์ ๋๋ผ๊ณ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏผ์จ ์ ํ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ง์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด ์๊ด์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ต๋ตํ๊ณ ๋ณต์กํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ด.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํฑ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํจ ์ชฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ธ๋ฌ์ง ์ฑ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฒ๋ฆผ๋ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ธํ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฃผ์๋ค์ ๋ค ๋ค๋ ๋์๋ณด์ง ์๊ณ ๋์์์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ค์๋ ๋ ์นด๋กญ๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ์์ ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ค๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ์ง์๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ผ์ ํ ์ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์๊ณ ๋์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๊น๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๋ค๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ค์ ๊ผฌ์ ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ๋ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์์ง๋ง, ๋ด์ฐ๋ ๋ก ์น๋ถ๋๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์์ธ์ด ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ์ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ ์ฐ๋ฉฐ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ ๋ ๋ค์์ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ฐ์ ๋น ์์. ์ถ์ฐ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฒ์ท ๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ ์ฐ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์ฌ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์๋ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์๋ค. โ๋งค์ ํ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฌ๋์ด ์๊ธด ํ๊ตฌ๋.โ ๊ฒ์ท์ ๋ฒ์ผ๋ ค๋ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ธํจ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ์ผฐ๋ค. โ์๋์์, ๊ณ ๋ง์์ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋. ์ด์ ๋ง๋ ์ผ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ธํ ํ์ ์ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ์ ์ ์์ง์์ง๋ง ํ๋์ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ๋ จ์์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ๋น ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์๋ค. ์ด๋ด ๋๋ ํญํ์ฐ๋ง์ด ๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ด๋ ์ ์๋ ์ ์ผํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ์์ ์์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์์์ง๋ ๋น์ค๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ช ๋ ๋์ ์ด์๋ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์๋ง์ ์ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ๋จน๋ ํ์ ๋คํด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น โฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋์๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ง๋ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ค ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. 8์๊ฐ ํ, ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ B์ ๊ณตํญ์ ์ฐฉ๋ฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ํค๊ฐ ํฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์์ ํ์ ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋ค์ ์๋ ๊ฒฝํธ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ ๋ค. โฆโฆ ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค, ๊ฒ์์ ๋ฒคํ๋ฆฌ ํ ๋๊ฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ํ์จ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ฐ๋ค. ๋ท์ข์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ๋ฌด์ฑํ ๊ด๋ชฉ ์๋ ๊ณ ์ธต ์ ํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ํ์ ๋ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์๋ ์นจ์ค๋ ์ด๋ก๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์ง์ง ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ํ ์์ค์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ๋๊ผ๊ณ , ์์ฌ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํ ๋ง ๋๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์ ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ๋๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์. ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์๋๋ฅด์ง ์์๋ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ๋ง. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ํผ์ ์์ ์ด๋ผ ์ฌ์ดํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์ผโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ก์ ์์ ์ ์๋งค ๋์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๊ตฌ๊ฒจ์ก๋ค.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฌด์์์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ ์์ค์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๊ณ , ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ํ์ผ๋ฉด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ์ ์ง๋ฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ 11ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค ๊ณ ํ์์ ํ์ฐธ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋์์จ ํ์์ค์ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ฉํด์ก๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด ๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ชฝ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฑธ ๋์ํ ์์ค์ ๊ฒฐํผ๋ ์๋ฌต์ ์ผ๋ก ๋์ํ ๊ฒฉ์ด์๋ค. ํจ๊ป ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑด ๋น์ฐํ ์ผ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ ํ ๋ง๋ ๊ฐํ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊น ๋ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด๋ผ๊ณ ์ง์ํ์๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง ํ ์ผ์ด ๋จ์์ผ๋๊น ๋จผ์ ์๋ฌ ๊ฐ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๊ด์ฌํ ์ดํฌ๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋น์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. โํ์ง๋งโฆโฆ.โ ์์๋๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์ถ๊ถ์ ํด ์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐฐํ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค์ธ์.โ ๊ณ ํ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ง์ด ์๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์์์ ๋ถ๋ง์ ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. โ๊ท๊ตญํ ํ๋ก ์์ค ์จ์ ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ก์ด.โ ๊ฐ๊น๊ณ ๋ ๋จผ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์ ๋์ ํ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ก ๋์์จ ์์ค์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๊ฐ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ค ์์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด๋ดค์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์ ๋ด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ์์ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๊ณ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋๋ก๋ ์์ฌ์์ ๋ฐค์ ์ง์์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ , ๋๋ก๋ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ํ์์, ์์ค์ ์นจ๋์์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์คฌ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ์ ์์ค์ ๊ดํ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ฌ โ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅโ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ธ์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋๋์ด ์ข์ง ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. [๋ํ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์๋๋ฐ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๋ ์ด์ ๋ก ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.] ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์๋ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ด๋นํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ํ์ ๋ชซ์ด ๋์๋ค. โ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๊ณ ? ๋ฐ๋ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ์ ์ญ์์ฌ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ ๊ธ์ก์ ๊ธฐ์ค์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ? HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์๋ ์ ์ด๋ฏธ 600์ต ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ์ด, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ค๊ณ ?โ ๋ํ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ฌ์์น ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฑ์ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. [์ ๋ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ์์๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ ์ต ๋น์๋๊ป ์ฐ๋ฝ๋๋ ธ์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๊ณ โฆโฆ.] โโฆโฆ.โ ๋ํ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ณ์ ์ด์ด ๋๊ฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง ์์ฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ํฉ์ธ์๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ธ์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ํ๋ชฐ์์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ์์ ํ์ด๋ ์๋๊ถ ๋ํ์ ์ ํํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ ๋์ ์ท๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ด์์ง๋ง ์์ค๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ ํ ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง ์์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์จ ์ง์์์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋ ์ฉ๋์ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์ถ๊ฐ ์์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โ๋๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ์๊น?โ โ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ๋ก ๊ฐ ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๋ ค์ค ๊ณ ํฅ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์์ง๋ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ์ ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ ํํด. ์ด์ฑ ์์๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํด ๋ด์ผ ๊ฒ ์ด.โ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ์์ค์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ง์ด ๋์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ ์ ๋ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์ 12ํ D๊ตญ์ ๋ค์ฏ ์ค๋น ๋ค ์ ๋ฝํ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ํธํ๋ก์ด ์ค์ํธ๋ฃธ, ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ต์ํ ๋ฏ ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฌ์ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ์นจ๋ ์์๋ ์ธ๋ จ๋ ์ท๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ฌ ๋ฒ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ฝ ๋์ด ์ํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. B์์์๋ ๊ฟ๋ ๊พธ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋์ฐ์๋ค. โํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ถ๋ฝ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์์ ๋ค์ผ์๊ณ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ ์ง๊ฐ ์ค์ จ์ด, ์์ง๋ ๋ณ์์ ๋์๊ณ์ .โ ๋ค์์ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํฐ ํค์ ๋จ์๊ฐ ์นด๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์ ์์ฐ๋ผ๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ B์๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ์จ ์ค๋น ์ตํ๋ฏผ์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฒฝ์์ ์ด๋๊ณ ์๊ณ ํญ์ ์จํํจ์ ์ ์งํ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ์ ์ด ์๋ค. ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํธ์ฐฎ์ผ์๋ค๋ ์์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ปฅ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์ธ๋จน์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ๋ง์ด ์์คํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผโฆโฆ?โ โ์ฌ๊ฐํ ์ ๋๋ ์๋์ผ, ๋ ๋ค ๋ชธ์ด๋ ์ฑ๊ฒจ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๋ค ๊ผด์ ๋ด, ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์ผ? ์์ ์ ํ ์ฝ์ ์์์ด?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ์์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง์๊ฒ ํ์์ค์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋์๊ฐ ์ดํผ๊น์ง ํ๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ฉด ์์ํ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋จ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ํ์ฐ์ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ ์ ํ์ฅํ๊ธฐ ์ํด 4๋ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ค ํ๋์ธ ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์ ์์ ์์ํ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋ฉด, ๋ฒ์จ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐพ์ ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ค์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ฐ๋๋ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ค๋น ๋ ์ดํผํ์ง๋ ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋๊ณ , ์์ง ์ฌํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ดโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋น๋ค์ํผ ๋งํ๋ค. ์๊ฐ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ง ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. โ๋ ์ต์จ ์ง์ ๋ธ์ด์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์์์ ํ๋ฉด์๊น์ง ์ง์์ ํค์ฐ์ง ์์ ํ์ง๋ง, ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์์นํ์ค ๋๊น์ง๋ ๋ด ์์์ ์ค๋ฅธํ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋ํ ํด.โ ์ด ๋ง์ ์๋ฏธ๋ D๊ตญ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฏผ์ DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ด๋ ๊ธ๋ก๋ฒ๋น์ง๋์คํ๋ถ์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋๋ถํฐ ์ด ์ผ์ ์ผ๋์ ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ ์ ๊ฟ์ ์ด๋ฃจ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์์ด๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ ์์์ด๋ผ๋ ํ์๊น? โ์ค๋น ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋ง์ด ์์ํดํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ็ฎไป๏ผ็ปๅฉไธๅนด๏ผ้ปๆญ่ฟ้้ณๅ็ๆๆ้ฝๆฒก็ขฐๅฐ๏ผๆดๅซๆ่ฏไธไธๅฟๅๅฅณใ ็ดๅฐไธๅบ็ฉบ้พ๏ผๅฅนไฝไธบๅนธๅญ่ ๏ผๅดๅจๅป้ข้ๆ่งไบ้้ณๅ้ชๅซ็ๅฅณไบบๅไบงๆฃใ ๅฅนๆ็ฅ้๏ผๅฅนไปๆช่ตฐ่ฟ่ฟ่ฟไธช็ทไบบ็ๅฟๆฟใ ๅณๅฎๆพๆ็้ฃไธๅป๏ผๅฅนๆ่บซไธๅ็ซ็ถๆไบๅ จ็้ฆๅฏ็ๅคๅญๅฅณใ ๆข็ถ้ๅคชๅคชๅไธไบ๏ผ้ฃๅฐฑๅ้ๆฐ็ๆญปๅฏนๅคด๏ผ่ฎฉไปๅไน้ซๆไธไธ๏ผ <โฆB์๋ก ํฅํ๋ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฐฉ๋ฅ ์ค ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ก ์ธํด ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋ง์์๊ฐ 136๋ช ์ ๋์ด์ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์กด์๋ 3๋ช ์ ๋ถ๊ณผํ ์ํฉ์ ๋๋ค.> ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์ ๋ํ ์คํฌ๋ฆฐ์๋ ์ด๋ฒ ํญ๊ณต๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ค์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ธ ๋ช ๋ฟ์ธ ์์กด์ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ก ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ ์คํ์์ค ๋ณ์ ์์ ๋์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ํธ๋ํฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋๊ป์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฃผ์ธ์.โ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง, ๋จํธ ํ์์ค์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์จ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ๊ฒ ํ ์ฌ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ๊ณ ๋น์, ํ์ฅ์๋ ์น๊ฐ๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๊ณตํฌ๋ก ์จ๋ ์ ๋๋ก ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผํ ์ง 3๋ ์ด๋ ๋์์ง๋ง ๋จํธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ฅ ํ์๋ก ํ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ํ ์ผ ์ด ์๋ ค ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒจ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ํ์ฐธ์ด๋ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ค. ํ ๋จธ๋์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ฌ๋ณด์ธ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ฉ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ์ ํ ๊ฑด๋ํธ์์ ์น์ ํ๋ฉด์๋ ์ฐ๋กํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด, ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ช ์ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ. ์ด๋ ๋ค์น ๋ฐ๋ ์๊ณ ? ์์ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์์ง?] ๊ฐ์์์ ์์ค์ ์นํ ๋จธ๋๋ก ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค ์ค ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ด์ฌ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ๋โฆโฆ.โ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์์ด ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์น ์ฑ ๋ฏํ๋ค. [์ด๋ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ดค๋! ๋น์๋ก ๋ ์๋ด๋ก, ํด์ธ ์ถ์ฅ๊ฐ ๋จํธ ์ผ์ ๋ค ๋ด์ฃผ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ํฐ์ก๋๋ฐ๋ ์ฝ๋นผ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋ณด์ฌ? ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ด๋ผ! ์ด ํ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๋ง ๋๋!] ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. [์ง๊ธ ์ด๋ ๋ณ์์ ์์ด? ์ง์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ผ ํ ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ด!] ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ณ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ ๊ฐ์์์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ธ ์ฑ ๋ง์์ด ํ์ ๊ฝํ ์๋ ์ฃผ์ฌ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์์ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. โํ์๋ถ, ์ง๊ธ ๋ญํ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ๋ค๋ฆฌ ๋ถ์์ด ์ฌ๊ฐํ๋ ์์ ์ ์ทจํด์ผ ํด์.โ ๋ง์นจ ๋ณ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค. โ๋ชฉ๋ฐ ์ข ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ํด์ํด์ผ๊ฒ ์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋งํฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋จํธํ๋์ง ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ณ์๋ณด๋ค๋ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์์ ์์ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ค, ํ์ฐ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ์ฅ์ ๋น์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ ๋๋ฐ์ด ์ถ์ฅ์ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ์ ์ํ์ ์ ํ ๋ฐฐ์น์ ๊ทผ๋ฌด์ธ์์ ํ์ ์ง๊ธฐ ์ํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ํํด ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ผ์ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ฆ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋์ด์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ด ๋จ์, ๋๋์ฒด ์ง๊ธ ์ด๋์ ๋ญ ํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ, ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ํด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ์คํ์์ค์ ๋์ ๋ชฉ๋ฐ์ ์ง๊ณ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฉ์ฒ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณ์ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒฝ ๋๋จธ๋ก ์ต์ํ ์ฐจ๋๋ฒํธํ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ธ ์น์ฉ์ฐจ ๋ช ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ์์ธํ ๋ณด๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ์์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๋จผ์ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฐ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ํธ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋นผ๊ณกํ ๋๋ฌ์ธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ํ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ชน์ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ฏ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ฝํธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฑ ํฉ๊ธํ ๋ณ์ ๋ณธ๊ด ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ง์ฐฐ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ์ํ 3๋ ๋์ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค์ ํ ๋จํธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๊ณ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ฒญ๋ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ปธ๋์ง ํธํก์ด ๊ณค๋ํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ๋ณต๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ค๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆด๋ฝ ๋ง๋ฝ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ณ์ ์๋๊ฐ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒ. ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ด์ค์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ํ๊ณ์ ํ์์ค์ด์ผ. ์ค์ ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค์ด๋ฐ? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ๊ธฐํด. ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ์ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์๋ ๋ด.โ โ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ? ํ์คํด?โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ํ์คํ์ง. ์ง๋ฃ ์ฐจํธ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑธ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ํ์๊ฐ 12์ฃผ๋ ๋๋๋ฐ? ํ์ ์ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ์์ ํ์ง ์ค๋ ์ถํ์ด ์์๋. ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์๊ณ ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ๋๋ฐ?โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ผ๋ก ๋ ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ค. โ12์ฃผ๋ผ๋ฉดโฆโฆ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ ?โ ์ 2ํ ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ๋ฌ ์ , 1์ฃผ์ผ ์ ๋ ์ถ์ฅ ์ผ์ ์ด ์กํ ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์ฅ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. โ๊ทธ ๋ ์๊ธด ์์ด์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์จ๊ฒจ์ง ์๋ด๋ก ์ค๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋น๋ฐ๊ณ์ฝ์ ๋งบ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๊ป ๋จํธ์ ์ค์บ๋ค์ ๋ํด์๋ ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐธ ๊ฐ๋ณํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์โฆโฆ ์ ์ฌ์๋ ์ ์์ ๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ ๋ด. ๋ณด์ํ๋ ๊ณง ๊ณต์๋ฐํ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ?โ โ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ฒ. ๋๋ ์๊น ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ด. ๋ค ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?โ ์นดํธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํธ๋ํฐ ์ ์ฌ์ง์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์, ๋ง์! ์ด ์ฌ์์ผ! ST๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋์งธ ๋ธ! ํ์์ค์ด๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์? ํ๋์ด ๋งบ์ด์ค ์ปคํ ๊ฐ์!โ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํธ๋ค๊ฐ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. โST ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด๋ผโฆโฆ.โ ํด์ ์์์ ๋ง์น ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ฌ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์์ด ์ข์ฒ๋ผ ์ง์ ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์๋ ํธ๋ํฐ ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ๋น์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋น์ท๋ค. ์ ์์ด ๊ฒ์ํด ๋ดค์ง๋ง ํ์์ค๊ณผ ST ๊ทธ๋ฃน๊ณผ์ ์ฐ๊ด์ฑ์ ์ ํ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โB์์ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ ๋ช ๋ฌธ๊ฐ ์ง์์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฎ์ด๋ค๋ ์ด์ํด.โ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ค์ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ์๋์ด ๋์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ์งํก์ด์ ๋ชธ์ ์์งํ ์ฑ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ตฌ๋! ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ณต์ด ๋ง์์ ๊ทธ ํฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ค์๋ ๋ฌด์ฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ์ ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์จ์ด ๋์ด๊ฐ ๋ปํ์ง ๋ญ๋.โ โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ด ์ปธ์ง๋ง ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โํ ๋จธ๋, ์ฌ์ค ์ ์ข ํผ๊ณคํด์.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋. ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ์ด๋ผ. ์์ค์ดํํ ์ฐ๋ฝํด ๋จ์ผ๋๊น ๊ณง ์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌํ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ก๋ค. ๊ฐ์์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ดด๋ก์ด ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์ค ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์๊ฒ ์ง์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ฌ์์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๊ฐ์๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ฐธ๊ณ ๊ฒฌ๋์จ ๋ ์ด ํ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐ์ค์์ง๋ค๋โฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ์์ค์ ๋ค์๋ ๋ฐค ๋ฆ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ด ๋ณธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ฐฉํ๋ค. โ์์ง ์ ์ค์ด? ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ์ ์ ๊บผ ๋์ด?โ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ถ์ ์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ด ๋ถํธํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ ์ข ์ผ ์นจ๋์ ๋์๋ง ์์๋ค. ์ง์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋จน์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ์ํ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ์ด๋์ ์์์ด์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์์ ์ฑ ์์ฒํด์ง ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๋์์์ ํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ์ฌํท์ ๋ฒ์ ๊ทธ์ ํํํ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฉ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ์นจ๋ ํค๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฒฐํผ 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์์ ์ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. โT์์ ์๋ ์ง์ฌ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ์ถ์ฅ ๋ค๋ ์์ด.โ ์์ค์ ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ ํ, ๊ท์ฐฎ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ๋ฅํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์์ค ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์นจ์ค ์์ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ฌ์ญค๋ดค๋๋ฐ T์๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐํ ๊ตฌ๋งค๋ด์ญ์ด ์๋๊ตฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋งํฌ์ ์์ฌ์ด ์๋ฉ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. โ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์์ค์ด ์์ค ์ ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ตณ์ด ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ํญ๋ฐํ๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ฏค์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โํ, ๊ณง ๋ถ ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ์ 3ํ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ด์ โ๋น์ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ์, ๋์ฒด ์ธ์ ๋ถํฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ 3๋ ์ ํผ์ธ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ํ ๋๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ง๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฑ๋ค. ์ด์ฐ๋ ์ผ์์๋์ง ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋ถ๋ฉด ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ๋น์ ๋ด ๋ท์กฐ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๊ทธ์ ์์์ด ๋ณํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ฐํ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์ฌ์? ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์ํ๋ ๋ณ์์์ ๋ด ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋น์ ๋ค ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ดค์ด์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก, ํ ๊ธ์ ํ ๊ธ์ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ๋ฑ์๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฐข๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ๋ชป๋ง๋ ํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ญ๋ ฅํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฉด์๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ๋ง ํ ๋ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง๋ค์ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ค์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ถ๋ถ๋ก ์ด์๋ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ผ ๋ง๋ค ํธ์ง์ก๋ ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ์์ ์ ๋์ฃ๊ฐ์์ฒ๋ผ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋์ด์๊ฒ ์ ์ฑ์ ๋คํ๋ค. ์ง์์๋ ์ฃผ๋ถ๋ก ๋ ํ์ฌ์์๋ ํ์ ์ ์ธ ๋น์ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋งก์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ป์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์๋ค, ๋ธ ์ ๋ณ๋ ์ข์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅํ๋ค. 3๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋งํผ ํ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์งํจ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ ์ด๋ ํ๊ฐ? 3๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ํ๋๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ํ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฐ๊ณ ์์์ง๋ง ์นจ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ผ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํต์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ค ๋ฌด์จ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋์ง ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๋ชป ๋ณ์ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ฒฐํผํ ์์ฌ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ฐ์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฑธ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ฌ์ผ ํ์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์นจ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟํ๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ท๊น์ ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๊ตต์ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์กํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ํ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋นคํ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋ด ์ธ์ปจ๋๊ฐ ์๋์ผ. 20๋ ๋๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์ผ.โ โ์ด๋ฆด ์ ๋ถํฐ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ธ ์ฌ์ด์๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ 5๋ ์ ์ ์ถ๊ตญํ ์ดํ๋ก ์๋ก ํ๋ฒ๋ ์ฐ๋ฝํ ์ ์์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋คํต์๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ด์ฉ์ง ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์๋ด๋ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ํ์ ์ด 1๋ ์๋๋ผ๋โฆโฆ.โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ด์ ๋ ์ฌ๋, ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์์?โ ํ์์ค์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฉด์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ๊ณณ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์๋์ง ๋ฒ์จ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ.โ HT ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์๋ ์์์ ์ํ๋ ํ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ง์๊ณ ํ๊ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๋ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋์ธ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ B์์ ๋ฏธํผ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ค์์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณจ๋ผ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ํค๊ณ , ์๋ค ๋ธ์ ๋ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ด์์์ ์ ์ง๋ฅผ ๋จ๋จํ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์์ ์ ์๋ช ์ ๊ตฌํด ์ค ํ์ฐ์ ์์๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ถ์ฒํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ญํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๊ณ ๋น๋ฐ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋น์์ ์์ ์ด ์ด์ํ๋ ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์ต๋ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์ ์ผ์ ๋๋ ๋น์๋ก ์ผํด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ ์ ๋์ง ๋ง๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์๊ธด์, ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ฃ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ด์์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ์ง๋ง ๋๋์๋ ๋น์ด ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฏธ์๋ง์ ์์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ง์น ๋ฌด๋ค์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์จ ์ฒ๋ ๊ท์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ณด์์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋๊ฐ ๋ณํ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ด์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์กํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ์ ๋นผ๋๋ค. ๊ฝค ํฐ ์นจ์ค์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ ์์๋๋ฐ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ต๋ตํด์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์จ๋๋ ์ ์ ๋์์ ธ ์ด๋๋ง ์จ๋๊ณ๊ฐ 30๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋์ด ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ค์ ์จ์ด ๊ฐ๋น ์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ธ ๊น์ ์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํ์ง ์๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฏํ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์์ง๋ง ๋๋ฌด ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋น์ ์ง๊ธ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ์ 4ํ ๋ ์ด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋์์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ ์ธ ๋จ์ถ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ์ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ถ์๋ค. ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๊ฐ์ถฐ์จ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๊ฐ๋ง ํ์ธ์ง ๊ท๋ฐ๊น์ง ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ด ์ง์ ์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ์ด ๋์๋์ง ์์๋๊ณ ์? ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด์. ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๋น์ ์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ง๊ธ ๋๋ ๋ด ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ์.โ โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ง์?!โ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ์์ค์ ํํํ ๋ณต๊ทผ์ด ์ธ๋ฃฉ๋ถ๋ฃฉ ์์ง์๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์ต์์ ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ฟ๋ ธ์ด์. ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ฐธ์ผ๋ฉด ๊ณง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํด ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ๋๋ดํ๊ณ ๊ณผ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ค. ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ฌ์ค ์ ์๋ ์์ผํ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋๋ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ณธ๋ฅ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ํธํก๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ด์ก๋ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋์ด๋ฉฐ, ์์ค์ ํ ๋์ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ฐ๊น์ค๋ก ๋์ฐพ์ ์ผ๋ง์ ์ด์ฑ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์๋ ์์ ๊ฝ ์์ผ ์ก์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ, ๋ ์ ๋ง ์ญ๊ฒจ์.โ ์์ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋์ด์ค๋ฅด๋ ์๋ง์ด ์์๊ฐ์ ํญ์ญ ๊ฐ๋ผ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ณ ์๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง์ธ ๋ฏ ํ ๋ง๋ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ๋๋ฅผ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง๋์?โ โ๊ทธ๋!โ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ง์ค์ด์ง ์๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ๋ง๋๋ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ฒ๊ธด ์ท์ ์ง์ด ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จ์ถ๋ ์ ๊ทธ์ง ์์ ์ฑ ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋๊ฐ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ด โ์พ โํ๊ณ ๋ซํ๋ฉด์ ์ฃผ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋๊ฐ์ ๊ธด์ฅ์ด ํ๋ ค ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ๋์๋ ์๋ง์ด ์ฐจ์ฌ๋๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋์๋ฉฐ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์ด ์ ๋๋ก ํ์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ ๋ง์๋ ์์ด์ง๊ฒ ์งโฆโฆ.โ โฆโฆ ๋ค์๋ ์์นจ, ํ์ฐ์ ์์ง ์ฑ์น ์์ ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ์๋์ธต์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ด๋ฆผ์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๊ฐ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ค๋นํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ์๋ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋๋ผ ์ง์ ๋น์ด ์ํ์๋ค. โ์ด๋จธ, ์์ธ๋! ์ฃฝ๋ค ์ด์๋ ์ง ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง๋ ์์๋๋ฐ ๋ฒ์จ ์ง ๋๊ณ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์์? ํน์ ์ฌํ ๊ฐ์?โ ํ์์ค์ ์น๋์ ํ์์์ด ๋น์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฌ B๋ํ๊ต 2ํ๋ ์ ์ฌํ์ค์ด๋ค. ์์์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ ํ ์ต์ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋ถํธํ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์ข ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ฌ์ฃผ๊ฐ ์ข์ ํธ์ด๋ผ ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณง์ ์์งํด์ฃผ์๋ค. ์คํ์ผ์ด ์ข์์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค๋ก๋ถํฐ ๋ถ๋ฌ์์ ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์ ํ ๋๊พธ๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋ด๋ ค์๋ค. ๋ง์นจ ๊ท๋ถ์ธ์ฒ๋ผ ์น์ฅํ ํ์จ ์ง์์ ์์ฃผ์ธ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ํํ๊ท ํ์ฅ์ ๋๋ฒ์งธ ์๋ด์ด์ ์์ค์ ์น์ด๋จธ๋์๋ค. ์ด์์ ๋ ์ฒ์๋ถํฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ท์ฐจ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ ํจ๋ถ๋ก ๋งํ๊ธฐ ์ผ์ค์๋ค. โ์์นจ ๋๋ฐ๋๋ถํฐ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ฉฐ ๋ญํ๋ ์ง์ด์ผ? ๋น์ฅ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ์ฒญ์์ค์ธ ์ด๋ชจ๋์ด๋ ๋์๋ผ. ๊ณง ์๋ก ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ค์ด์์ ์ง๋ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๊บผํ์ด ๋จ๋ ค์๋ค. ์์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋, ์์์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์์์ด ๊ถ๊ธ์ฆ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์๋ก? ๋๊ฐ์?โ โ๋๊ฐ ์ข์ ์ฃฝ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ง๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋?โ โ๋ค? ํ๊ฒฝ์ธ๋ ๊ท๊ตญํ์ด์?โ โ๋์์ค๊ธฐ๋ง ํ ๊ฒ ์๋๊ณ , ๋ค ์ค๋น ์์ด๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ก์์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง ํฐ๊ฐ ์ข์์ ์ ๊น ์๊ธฐ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ฉด์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฒ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด์ผ ๋ง๋ก ์์ ์ด ์๊ฐํด์จ ์ด์์ ์ธ ๋ฉฐ๋๋ฆฟ๊ฐ์ด์๋ค. ์ ์ด์ ๊ทธ ์ผ์ด ์๋์์ผ๋ฉด ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ๋ฌด์ํ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ญํ๊ณ ์๋? ์ฒญ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ?โ ์์ ๊ฐ์์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ์์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋น์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ถ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์์ ์ ๋ฉธ์ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ป๋๋ก ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด๋๋ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ ์ง๋ง ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ํ๋๋ฅผ ์์ง ์๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋๋ถํฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ถ๋ถ์ฌ์ด๊ฐ ์๋์์. ์์์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฐฉ ์ฒญ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ๋๋ ์ผ์ ์ด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์ํค์ธ์.โ ์ 5ํ ์ดํผํฉ์์ ์ด์์ ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๊ณผ๋ ์์ ํ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ฌํ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๋ฐํ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ํ๋์ผ!? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ ๋ง ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํด๋ด!โ ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ํํ ์ง์์ผ์ ์ํค์ธ์. ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ต๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ์ ์ ์ ๋ก ๋๋ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ์์ด ์์ํ๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฒ์ปฅ ํ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. โ๋!โ โ์๋ง, ์๋ง!โ ์์์ด ํฅ๋ถํ ์๋ง์ ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ถ์ด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์์ธ๋ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ง์ฃ ? ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค์ ์ค๋น ๊ฐโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ถ๋ ์ง์ ๋ถ์ฑ์ง์ด๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ์ผ์ ๊บผ๋ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ ค๋ ์๋๊ฐ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ธ์ ์๋๋ฅผ ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์์ฑ๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ฐจ๋ถํด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํน์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋จน๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋จํธ ํ๋ ๋ถ์ก์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ์ฃผ์ ์ ๋ณ ์ต์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ค. ๊ฐํ ์์ด๋จธ๋ ํ์ ํด?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฆฟ๋๋ฆฟ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๋์ค๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ ์ ๊ตฌ์์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ถ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋นจ๋ผ์ง๋ฉด์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ชผ๊ฐ์ง ๋ฏ ์ํ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ์์ ํผ๋ถ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ ๊พน ๋๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ์์ด๊ฐ ์์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ จ์ฃ ? ์ ์์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ค ์จ์๊ฒ ๋น๋จ๊ธฐ๊ณผ ์ง๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ ํธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์์ ์ด ์๋๋ ์์ธ์ด ๊ณผ์ฐ ๋๊ตฌ ์ชฝ์ ์๋์ง ์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.โ โ๋, ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐํ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ์์ ๋ ๋ค ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊น์ง ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ค. โ์ตํ์ฐ! ๋ ๋๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ค์ดํ๊ณ ๊ผญ ์ดํผ์ํค๊ณ ๋ง ํ ๋ ๋๊ณ ๋ด!โ ๊ทธ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ค์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ฌ์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฐํด์ ํ์จ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๋คํผ์ ํผํ๋ค. ์ ๋งํด์ ์๊ธฐ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ด์ธ์ฐ์ง ์๊ณ ์๋งํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ด์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง๋ ์ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ๋ฑ์ด ์๊ธธ๊น ๋ด ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ง๋์ง๋ง ์ด์ ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๋๊ฐ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ง๋ ๋ด๋ฑ๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ณธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ธธ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฐ๋ ๋ง๋ ์๊ด์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ด ๋๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ ํ์์์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ2์ธต ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ง์ ๋ ๋ ๋งํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด ์์ด์ก๋์ง ์ ์ดํด๋ด. ๋ค๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฝค๋ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ณด์ด๋๋ฐ ํน์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ๊ฐ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด์์!โ ์ ์ ํ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋์ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ํ์์์ ์์ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ค๋ ค ์์๋ค. โ์๋ง, ์์ด์ง ๊ฑด ์์ด์. ๋์ ์นจ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์์ด์!โ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๋นผ์์ ์ดํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ์ ๋๋น์ด ํ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. [์ดํผํฉ์์] ์ด ์ฌ์ฌ๋ ๊ณง์ฅ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ํ๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค ์์๋๋ค. ํํ ๋ฐ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ์์ ๋์ค๋ ๋จ์ด๋ค ์ค โ์ดํผํฉ์์โ, โ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ โ ๋ฑ์ ๋ค์ ์์ค์ ์์์ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์น๊ณ ์ฆ์ ํ์์ค์ ๋์ฐ๋ค. "์๋ง, ์๋ง! ์ผ๋จ ์ง์ ์ข์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. [๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๊ธ ์ง์ ํ๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ์ด? ๋ด ๊ทํ ์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ฐ์ ๋ง๋ค์ ์จ ๋จ๋๋ฐ? ๋ง์นจ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ์ด ํ์ด๋ฐ์ ์ง ๋๊ฐ์ค ๊ฑด ์ฐธ ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง. ์๋, ์ง๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐํ ๋จผ์ ์ดํผ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด? ๋ชฝ๋ฅ์ด ์ฐ์ง๋ก ์ซ์๋ด๋ ์์์ฐฎ์ ๋ โฆโฆ] ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด์ง ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ์ด๋์ด ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํตํ์ข ๋ฃ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ ๋ค. ์ฌํ๊ป ์์ข ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์น ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋์ ํ ๋ฏฟ์ด์ง์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ํ์์๋ ๋ฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ฒ ๋ชฉ๋ก์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฒํธ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ 3๋ ๋ง์ ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ํตํ์ฐ๊ฒฐ์์ด ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๊ฐ, ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ๋ํ ์ค์ฅ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค. โ์ฌ์ฅ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฐฉํ๋๋ฐ, ์ตํ์ฐ ๋น์์ ์ฌ์ง์์ ๋๋ค.โ ๊ตฌ์ค์ฅ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ผ ์จ์ด ๋งํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋์ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์งํํ๋ ์ฌ์ ๋ค์ด ์ ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ค ์ ์ผ ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ด ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ธ๋ฐ ์ต๋น์๊ฐ ์์ง ํ์์์๊ฒ ์ ๋ฌด ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ํ์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒโฆโฆ ํ์ค ๊ฑด์งโฆโฆ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฏ๋น์ด ๋์ฑ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์์ ์ฌ์์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. [๊ณ ๊ฐ๋์ด ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ค์ ๊ฑธ์ด ์ฃผ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.] ํ, ์ตํ์ฐ. ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์ ํ ์น๋๋ค ์ด๊ฑฐ์ง? ์ 6ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๋ค ๊ณตํญ ๋ก๋น์ ์ ์๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ํด์ง ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์จ์ด ํธ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์๊ฒ ์ต์์ ๋ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ ๋ค. ์ค๊ฐ๋ ์ฌํ๊ฐ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฒผ๋ค. โB์๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์ข ์ฑ์ญ์์ญํ๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์, ๋ ์ด์ ํ๋ ์ผ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ์ํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฌ๋ํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. โ์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์ฃผ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ๋์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณง์ฅ ๊ณตํญ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ฒดํฌ์ธ์ ํ๊ณ , ์ด๋ฏธ D๊ตญํ ํฐ์ผ์ ์๋งคํ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ๋ ๋ ์ ๋ถ์ ์จ๊ธฐ๊ณ B์์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋ ๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ์ด๋ฆฐ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ง ์๋์๋ค๋ฉด ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ค์ ๋ง๋๊ณ ์ถ์ดํ์ จ์ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ์ด ํ๋ก์ ํธ๋ฅผ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์น์ธํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์ค์ ๊ฐ์ฌํดํ๊ธฐ๋์ปค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ํผ์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. ์ด์ ํ์ฐ ์ฐจ๋ก์๋ค. โ์๋ ํ์ญ๋๊น, ์๋. ์ด ํฐ์ผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ ๊ฒจ ์์ด ๋น๋ถ๊ฐ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.โ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค ์นด์ดํฐ ์ง์์ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ฒจ์๋ค๊ณ ์?โ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ, ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ํ์ธํด ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ โํ์ฌ ๊ณ์ข๋ก ์๋งคํ์ จ๋์? ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ถํ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธ๋๋๋ฐ, ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น?โ โโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌธ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ฌ์ค์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋น์์๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ์์ ๋ง๋ค์ด์ค ๋๋ถ๋ถ์ ๊ณ์ข๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์โฆโฆ. ์ผ๋ง์ ํ์ฌ ์ธ์ฌ๋ถ์์ ์ด๋ค ๊ฒ์ ๋ฑ๋กํด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ ์ํ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ๊ธด์ฅํด ์์ด ๋๋ ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ฒ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ง ์์ ์ด ๋์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฃจ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ด ์ฒด๊ณ์ ์ด์ง ๋ชปํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ฃ์กํด์, ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํํด์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณผ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ธ์ฌํ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์์ง๋ง ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊ณ , ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๋ ๋ฉ์์ง๋ง ๋ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ด ์ํ์์ก๋ค. โ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ด ํด๋ํฐ ๋ฒํธ๋ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ์ผ๊ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ด๋ฆฌํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ณ ์์์๊น!โ โHT๊ทธ๋ฃน, HT๊ทธ๋ฃน!โ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆผ๋์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋น๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋๋ฐฉ์ธ ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ณง ์ฐ๋ ์์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๋์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋์ ๊ฑด๋จ ๋ค ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๋ณธ๊ด์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๋คํํ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํด์ฌ ์์์ ์์ง ํผ์ง์ง ์์๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด ํํธ๋ฌ์ง ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ธ์ฌํ์ด ์๋ 12์ธต์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค๋ ๋น ์จ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ จ๋ ๋ด์.โ ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฐจ์ฅ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์์ง์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ํ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ค๋ผ๋น์ด์, ์๋ถ์ ๋ฅํ ์ ์ด์จ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ์ํด์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง๋ํ๋ ๋ฐ์ ์ต์ํ๋ค. โ๋ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด๋์์ด์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ํํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์๊ธฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ ๋ถํฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์? ๊ทธ๋ผ ์๋ชป ์ฐพ์์ค์ จ๋ค์. 2๋ถ ์ ์ ๋ํ ๋น์์ค ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ์ จ๋๋ฐ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒ ์ด์.โ โโฆโฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์์ํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋น์ฆ๋์ค๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ์๊ฒฉํ๊ณ ์ ์ํ๊ฒ ์์ง์ด๊ณ ํ๋ฒ ํ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๊พธ์ง ์๋ B์์์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ํํ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ฝ๊ฒ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋์ ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ! ํ์ฐ์ด ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋์์์ ์์ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ์ ์ด์จ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๊ฐ ๋๋ฐ์ ์ธ์ง, ์ ์๊ฐ ์๋์ง๋ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. โํด๊ณ ๋ ์๋ ์์ด์, ์ ์๊ฐํด์. ์ง๊ธ ์์ธต์์๋ ๊ฝค ์ค์ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๊ณ , ํ ๋ํ๋๊ป๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝํผ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์.โ ์ 7ํ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ ํ์์ค์ ์ฝํผ์? ์ตํ์ฐ๊ณผ ํ์์ค์ ๋น๋ฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ฌ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ค์ ๋น์๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ๋ง ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ดํผํ์์์ ์ํฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ํ๋ คํ๊ฒ ๋ฑ์ฅํ๋ค. ๋์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ค๋ ์นจ๋์์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์์ค๊ณผ ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ง๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ๊ณ ๋ง์์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ธ์ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ด์จ์ ์ ์ ์๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ด๊ณ , ์ต ๋น์๋์ด ๋ํ๋์ ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ฐ๋ณด๊ฐ ์๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ์ ์ ์๋๋ฐ, ํด๊ณ ๋์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ด์ํ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ปดํจํฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์, ๋ ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธฐ๊ฒ ๋ค.โ ๋ํ์ค์ด ์๋ ์ธต์ ๋์ฐฉํ ํ์ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ์๋ง์ ๊ตฌ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ค์ จ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด ํ์ฐ์ด ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ์ผฐ๋ค. โ๋น์๋ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๋ํ๋๊ป ๋๋ ธ์ด์. ์์ง ํ์ ์ค์ด์ ๋ฐ, ์์ง ์ธ ๋ฒ์งธ ํ์์์. ๊ธํ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฐ ๋ง์๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ โ์๋จ, ๊ทธ๋ด ํ์ ์์ด์.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฌด๋ค๋คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ โ๋ค, ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ์ปคํผ ํ ์ ๊ฐ๋ค ๋๋ฆด๊น์?โ ๋ํ๋ ์์ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ง์ ์ผ์ ๋ด๋นํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ค์ํ ํ๋ก์ ํธ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ํ๋ฉด ๋น์ฅ ์ ๋นํ ์ง์์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก๋ค. โK๊ตญ์ ํธ๋๋๋ฆฝ ์ปคํผ์์, ๋ฐฐ์ด์ง ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋์ง๋ง์.โ โ์ ์ ๋ง ๊ด์ฐฎ์์.โ ์์ค๊ณผ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ํค์ด์ง๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ๋ด์ด์ฃผ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ๋ํ๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ํ์ค ์์ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค ํ์์ค ์ชฝ์ ํ๋ ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๋ฌธํ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๋ณด์ธ ํ์์ค ๋ด๋ถ์๋ ์ฌ๋ฌ ์ฌ๋์ด ํ ์ด๋ธ์ ์ค์ฌ์ผ๋ก ์์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต๊ณผ ์ ์ฅ๋ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ ๋๋ก ๋์ ๊ทธ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ชฝ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ์์ง์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์์ ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด์ ๋น์ ํ ๋ป ์ ์ ์ท์ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์์๋ ํ์์ค์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ถํฌ๋ช ํ ์ ๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง ์ด๋ ดํ์ด ํน์ ํ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ค๋ฃจ์ฃ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ณ์์์ ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ ๋ํ ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ณด๊ดํ ํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ๋ก ์ธ์๋ฅผ ํ๋ฉฐ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋๋ ค๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ง ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ ์ง์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฆ๊ฒ ์ค์ จ์ด์!โ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ค๋ช ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์ธํด ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ํ ํด์ง๋ก ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฆ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ง๋ ๋ฒ์ D๊ตญ์์ ํฐ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ์ด์ด ๋น ์ก๋ค๊ณ ํ๊ธธ๋ ๋ค์ด์ดํธ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๋ค์ ์๊ฐํด๋ณด๋ ์ด ๊ฒฐํผ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์คํธ๋ ์ค ๋ฐ์ ๊ฑฐ์์ด.โ โ๊ทธ๋, ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ํ ์ ํ์ด์ผ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ์ฐ์ํ ์ํ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์๊ณ ํฌ๋ช ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ด์ง ๋ถ๋ฃฉํ ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์จ๋ชธ์์ ๊ณ ๊ทํจ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ํจ์ด ๋ฌผ์ฌ ํ๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฑ๊ฐ์ด ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ ๋ฌผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ , ์ท๋งค๋ฌด์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋์์์ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค ํ๋ค. โ์ ์๋ง์.โ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์์์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ต ๋น์๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋๋ฐ, ์์ค ์จ ๋น์ ๋ง์ฃ ?โ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชธ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊ตณ์ด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ ํ์๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ ์ปคํผ ํ ์๋ง ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์? ํํธ ์จ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์ ์์์์์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃ ?โ ์ 8ํ ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋์ผ๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ์๋ฌด๊ฐ ์์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ช ๋ น์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถํธํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์์ง ํ์์ค์๊ฒ ์์ผ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ์ก๋คํ ์ผ์ ๋งก๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. ๋๋ถ์ด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ์์ฐ์ค๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ ์๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ ๋ค ๋์ํ๋ค. โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ถํํ ๊ฒ์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์์ ํ ๋ชจ์ฑ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ธ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ ํ ํ๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ์ ํ๊ฒจ ๋์ค๋ ์์ ๊ฐ๊ณผ ํ๋ คํจ์ ํ์ฐ๊ณผ ๋์กฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ถ์ ํ ์ง์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๋ค ๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ํ์ง ๋ํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ช ๋ ์ด ํ๋ฅธ ์ง๊ธ, ํ์ฐ์ ์ด๋ผํ ์ ์ธ์๋ค. ์์ฒญ๋ ๊ฒฉ์ฐจ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ฐ๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ถ์ค๋ฆฐ ํ ์ ๋ํผ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ๊ณ ํ์ฅ์ค์์ ๋์จ ํ์ฐ์ ํ๋น์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค. ์์ค์ ํ์คํ 3 ํฐ์คํผ๊ณผ ์ฐ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ์ ์๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ ธ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๋ค. ํ์๊ฐ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ํ์์ค์ ๋น ์ ธ๋์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ๋ฒ์จ ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ ํ์ฐ์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ค์ด์ค์ธ์.โ ์์์ ๋ค๋ ค์จ ๊ฒ์ ์์ค์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋ ์จํํ๊ณ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ด ๋จ๋ ค ํ๋งํฐ๋ฉด ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ์์ ๋ปํ๋ค. ๊ธด ๊ณ ๋ฏผ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ปด์๊ณ ์๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ์ด๋์ ๋ ์์์ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง์ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๊ณ ํต์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋นํฉํ ๋ฏํ๋ค. โ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋๊ณ ๋๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ผ์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ด ๋ณต์กํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๊ณ ๊ฝค ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์์ ์์ ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๋๊ณผ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ ธ ๋์ค๋ ๋๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋จ์จ์ ์์ ์ ์ผ์ผ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ฐ์ ์ง๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์๋ค. โ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ์ง ์๋ฉด์ ๋ํํ ๊ตณ์ด ์ด๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ์ผ!โ โ์ต ๋น์๋?โ ์ฐ์ฟ ์ปค๋ ์ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ณธ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋๋์ด๊ณ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋์ ํ ๋๋ง์น๋ฏ ๋์๊ฐ์ง๋ง ๋จ ๋ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋ค์์ ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ค์์ผ ์๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชจ์ต๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ด ํ๋ ค ์ฃผ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒํ ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ๊ณผ ์์ค, ๋๋ง์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ฐฉํดํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฉ๊ฑด ์์ผ์ธ์?โ โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๋๋ด ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ญ๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋, ๋๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์.โ 200์ ๊ณฑ๋ฏธํฐ์ ๋ฌํ๋ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ์ฑ ์ ์์๋ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋๋ฏธ์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฌ ์๊ณ , ํฐ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ์๋ฆ ๋ผ์น๋ ํ์ ์ ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. โ์? ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด์?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ํธ๊ธฐ์ฌ์ด ๋ฐ๋ํ๋์ง ์์ค์ ๋ ๊ฝ ๊ปด์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ ๋น์ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ์จ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ์, ๋ณ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ.โ ์์ค์ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ํ์ ์ก์๋น๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํ์ฐ์ ๋ ์์์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ฐฉ์์ผฐ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์ ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๊นจ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ํผ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์๋ค. ๋จ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ชปํ ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋๊ฐ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๊ฐ๋ ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐํนํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์์ค์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฝ๊ฒ ๋๋ ค์ค ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. โ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ ํ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋จ๋์ง์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํด ์ด ์ผ์ ํด๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. โ์ ์ด๋ฏธ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์์ ํด์งํ๋๋ฐ ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ ๊ฐ์ จ๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด์? ๋ํ๋์ด ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง ์์ฌ์ค๋ฝ์ต๋๋ค. HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ์ผ ์ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์น์์์. ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋น์์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋น์ดํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ง ์์ผ์ จ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.โ ์ 9ํ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ณด๋ ์์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ค ๋ํ์ค์ ์ด์ผ์์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ ํ์์ค์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ํ๋ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ธ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ, ์์ค ์จ?โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์จ ์๊ฐ, ์์ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง์ด๊ฒ ์ด?โ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ ์ฌ์ ๋ง๋๋ก HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ผ ์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐจ๊ณ ๋์ณค์ด. ์ ๋ฐ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ํ์ง๋, ํ์ํ์ง๋ ์์.โ โํด์ฌํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ํด์ผ์ง. ์ ์ฌํ ๋ ์ง๊ธํ ์ ๋ํผ์ ์ ๊ณ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธ๋๋๊น.โ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ด์ฉํด HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ผ๋ก ๋ถ๋ฌ๋ค์ธ ์์ค์ ์๋๋ฅผ ์์์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์ด ๋ ๋๊ฑฐ๋. ์์ค์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฌ์ฉํด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํญ๋ณตํ๋๋ก ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ฐ์ด ํญ๋ณตํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ ํ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ, ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๋จ์ ์๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์์กด์ฌ๊น์ง ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง๋ฐํ๋ค. โ์, ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ์ต ๋น์๊ฐ ์๋ชปํ๋ค.โ โ์๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ค ์์์์.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์์ค์ ํ์ ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ์น๋ฏ์ด ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฒ์์ ์ ๋ํผ ์์ผ์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ฉ ํ์๋ค. โ๋ฒ์๊ฒ์.โ ๊ฐ๊ฒฐํ๊ณ ํ์คํ ๋ค ๊ธ์. โ์์ค ์จ ๋ง์ด ๋ง์. ๋๋ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ํ์คํ๊ฒ ๋๋ด์ผ์ง.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ํ๋์ ๋ํ์ค์ ์ฝ์๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ์ํด์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ธ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ง ์๋ํ ๋๋น์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๊ทผ ํ์ฐ์ด ์ด์ ๊ณผ ํ์ฐํ ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ด ๋๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ์กฑ์์์ ์์ ํ ๋ฒ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ง๋ก๋ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ค์ด ๊ฐ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ์์ ํ ํต์ ๋ ฅ์ ์์๋ค. ์๋๋ฉด 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ง๋ก ์ดํดํ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฑด ์๋๊น? ๋ํ์ค์ ์๋ฌธ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํผ์ง์ ๋ง์ ์ง์๋ค์ด ๋ฌธ ์์์ ๊ธฐ์๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์๋ฌด๋ ํญ์ ์จํํ๊ณ ์น์ ํ๋ ํ์ฐ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋ฉด์ด ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ๋์๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌผ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. โ์ ๋ง ๋ฒ์ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋์ด์, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค ์ง์ง ์์๋ค์โฆโฆ.โ โ์๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ๋ํผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํํผ์งํ๋ฐ ๋๊ฐ ์ต ๋น์๋ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ์ข์์ง ์์๊ฒ ์ด์?โ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์ ๋ผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ก ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. โ์์ฃผ ํ๊ฐํ์ง? ์ผ ์ ํด? ์ ๋ถ ์๊ธ์์ ๊น์ผ ์ค ์์!โ ๋ชจ์ฌ ์๋ ์ง์๋ค์ ์๋ก์ ๋์น๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ค ์ฆ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๋ํ๋ ์ด์ง ์ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ํ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋ค์ฌ๋ค๋ณด์๊ณ ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง์์์์ ์ถฉ๋ํ๋ค. โ๋ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ํด์ฌํ ์ผ๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ผ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ต๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์ ๋ด, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ๋ํ์ค ์์์ ๋์ ํ๋๋ง ์ ๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฐฌ ๊ณต๊ธฐ์ ์์ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ถ์๋ฅผ ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๋ค. โ๋ํ๋, ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ์ฃผ์ค๋์?โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฉฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ๊น ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๋ง์ํ์ ์ธ์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก์ ํ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋๊ป ์ด๋ฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ด๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ํ๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ง๋ ๋ฌ ์๊ธ์ ์ ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์ด๋ ์์ค๊ณผ์ ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ์์ ํ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๋ป์ด์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์๋ ์๋ํด์ก๊ณ , ํ๊ณ ํ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ ๊ณณ์์๋ถํฐ ํ๋ชฐ์์น๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ 10ํ ์ค๋น ์ ๋ง์ค โ์์ค ์จ?โ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ํ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ๊ด๊ณ์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ ๊ทธ์ ์ตํ์ฐ์ด ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ณด๋ด! ์ค๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค๋ ์ค ์๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด, ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋ชป ๋ง๋ฌ์์, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ด ์์ค ์จ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋.โ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ํ์์ค์ ์ ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฏผ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ์ฑ ์ ๋๋ผ๊ณ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏผ์จ ์ ํ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ง์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์์ค์ ๋ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฌด ์๊ด์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ต๋ตํ๊ณ ๋ณต์กํ๋ค. โ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ด.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํฑ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํจ ์ชฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ด ์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ฌด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋๋ธ๋ฌ์ง ์ฑ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฒ๋ฆผ๋ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค. โ๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ธํ ๋ง์์ ์ต๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ์ฃผ์๋ค์ ๋ค ๋ค๋ ๋์๋ณด์ง ์๊ณ ๋์์์ ๋ํ์ค์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ค์๋ ๋ ์นด๋กญ๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ์์ ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ค๋๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๋ํ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ์ง์๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ์ผ์ ํ ์ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์๊ณ ๋์ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ด ๊น๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๋ค๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ค์ ๊ผฌ์ ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ๋ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ค์ ๋ถ์ธ์ด์์ง๋ง, ๋ด์ฐ๋ ๋ก ์น๋ถ๋๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋์์ธ์ด ๋ถ์ด์ก๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ์ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ ์ฐ๋ฉฐ 1์ธต ๋ก๋น์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ ๋ ๋ค์์ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. โ์ต ๋น์๋, ๋ฐ์ ๋น ์์. ์ถ์ฐ์๋ฉด ์ ๊ฒ์ท ๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์.โ ์ฐ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ค ์ฌ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์๋ ๊ตฌ๋ํ์๋ค. โ๋งค์ ํ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฌ๋์ด ์๊ธด ํ๊ตฌ๋.โ ๊ฒ์ท์ ๋ฒ์ผ๋ ค๋ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์์ธํจ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ์ผฐ๋ค. โ์๋์์, ๊ณ ๋ง์์ ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅ๋. ์ด์ ๋ง๋ ์ผ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ค์.โ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ธํ ํ์ ์ ๋ณธ ๋ํ๋ ์ ์ ์์ง์์ง๋ง ํ๋์ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฏธ๋ จ์์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ ๋น ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์๋ค. ์ด๋ด ๋๋ ํญํ์ฐ๋ง์ด ๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ด๋ ์ ์๋ ์ ์ผํ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ณตํญ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ์์ ์์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์์์ง๋ ๋น์ค๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ช ๋ ๋์ ์ด์๋ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์๋ง์ ์ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ ๋จน๋ ํ์ ๋คํด ๋งํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น โฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋์๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ง๋ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ค ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ค. 8์๊ฐ ํ, ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ B์ ๊ณตํญ์ ์ฐฉ๋ฅํ๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ํค๊ฐ ํฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํ ๋จ์์ ํ์ ์๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋ค์ ์๋ ๊ฒฝํธ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์บ๋ฆฌ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ์ ํ์ ๋ค. โฆโฆ ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค, ๊ฒ์์ ๋ฒคํ๋ฆฌ ํ ๋๊ฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ํ์จ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ฐ๋ค. ๋ท์ข์์ ์์ ์๋ ์์ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ๋ฌด์ฑํ ๊ด๋ชฉ ์๋ ๊ณ ์ธต ์ ํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. ํ์ ๋ ๋ถ์ด ์ผ์ ธ ์๋ ์นจ์ค๋ ์ด๋ก๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. โ์ง์ง ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ํ ์์ค์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ๋๊ผ๊ณ , ์์ฌ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํ ๋ง ๋๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ช ํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์ ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ธ๋๋ ์์ค ์จ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์. ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์๋๋ฅด์ง ์์๋ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ๋ง. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋น ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ํผ์ ์์ ์ด๋ผ ์ฌ์ดํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์ผโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ก์ ์์ ์ ์๋งค ๋์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๊ตฌ๊ฒจ์ก๋ค.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฌด์์์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ํ ์์ค์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๊ณ , ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ฉํ๋ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ดค๋ค. โ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์๊ธฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ํ์ผ๋ฉด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ์ ์ง๋ฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ๋ค๋๊ณ ์์ค์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฐจ์์ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ 11ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค ๊ณ ํ์์ ํ์ฐธ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋์์จ ํ์์ค์ ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋ฏผํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ฉํด์ก๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด ๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ชฝ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๊ณ๋จ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. โ์์ค ์จ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์์?โ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฑธ ๋์ํ ์์ค์ ๊ฒฐํผ๋ ์๋ฌต์ ์ผ๋ก ๋์ํ ๊ฒฉ์ด์๋ค. ํจ๊ป ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑด ๋น์ฐํ ์ผ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์์ค์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. โ๊ทธโฆโฆ.โ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ ํ ๋ง๋ ๊ฐํ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์์๋ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์ ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊น ๋ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ค๋นํด๋ผ๊ณ ์ง์ํ์๋ค. โ๋ ์์ง ํ ์ผ์ด ๋จ์์ผ๋๊น ๋จผ์ ์๋ฌ ๊ฐ.โ ์์ค์ ๋ฌด๊ด์ฌํ ์ดํฌ๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋น์ ๋ณด๋๋ค. โํ์ง๋งโฆโฆ.โ ์์๋๋ก ํ๊ฒฝ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์ถ๊ถ์ ํด ์๊ณ , ์์ค์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐฐํ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โํ๊ฒฝ ์๊ฐ์จ, ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค์ธ์.โ ๊ณ ํ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ๋ฉฐ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ง์ด ์๋ ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ง์์์ ๋ถ๋ง์ ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. โ๊ท๊ตญํ ํ๋ก ์์ค ์จ์ ํ๋์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ก์ด.โ ๊ฐ๊น๊ณ ๋ ๋จผ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์ ๋์ ํ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ก ๋์์จ ์์ค์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๊ฐ์ด์ ์ ์ ๋ค ์์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด๋ดค์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์ ๋ด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ์์ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๊ณ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋๋ก๋ ์์ฌ์์ ๋ฐค์ ์ง์์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ , ๋๋ก๋ ์นจ์ค๋ก ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ํ์์, ์์ค์ ์นจ๋์์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์คฌ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋์ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ ์ ์์ค์ ๊ดํ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ธ๋ ธ๋ค. ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ฌ โ๊ตฌ ์ค์ฅโ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ธ์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋๋์ด ์ข์ง ์์ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค. [๋ํ๋, ๋ฐฉ๊ธ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์๋๋ฐ HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๋ ์ด์ ๋ก ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐํ๋นํ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.] ์์ค์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๊ธ์ธ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์๋ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ๋ด๋นํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ํ์ ๋ชซ์ด ๋์๋ค. โ๊ธฐ๋ถ๊ธ์ก ์ ๋ค๊ณ ? ๋ฐ๋ํ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ์ ์ญ์์ฌ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ ๊ธ์ก์ ๊ธฐ์ค์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์ผ? HT๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์๋ ์ ์ด๋ฏธ 600์ต ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ถํ์ด, ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ค๊ณ ?โ ๋ํ์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ฌ์์น ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฑ์ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. [์ ๋ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ์์๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ ์ต ๋น์๋๊ป ์ฐ๋ฝ๋๋ ธ์ง๋ง, ์ฌ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฒํธ๋ผ๊ณ โฆโฆ.] โโฆโฆ.โ ๋ํ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ๊ณ์ ์ด์ด ๋๊ฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง ์์ฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ํฉ์ธ์๊ณ ์์ค์ ์ธ์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋ ๋ํ์ค์์ ์ ๋ํผ์ ๋ฒ๋ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ํ๋ชฐ์์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ์์ ํ์ด๋ ์๋๊ถ ๋ํ์ ์ ํํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ ๋์ ์ท๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ด์์ง๋ง ์์ค๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ ํ ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง ์์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ฐ์ ํ์จ ์ง์์์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋ ์ฉ๋์ ์ ์ธํ๊ณ ๋ ์ถ๊ฐ ์์ ์ด ์์๋ค. โ๋๋ ์๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ์๊น?โ โ์ฐ์ ์๊ณจ๋ก ๊ฐ ๋ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๋ ค์ค ๊ณ ํฅ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์์ง๋ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ์ ํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ ๊ตญ์ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ์คํ ํฌ ๋ฐ๋ํ ๋ด๋น์์๊ฒ ์ ํํด. ์ด์ฑ ์์๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํด ๋ด์ผ ๊ฒ ์ด.โ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ์์ค์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ง์ด ๋์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ ์ ๋ ์ด๋์์ก๋ค. ์ 12ํ D๊ตญ์ ๋ค์ฏ ์ค๋น ๋ค ์ ๋ฝํ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ํธํ๋ก์ด ์ค์ํธ๋ฃธ, ์ตํ์ฐ์ ์ต์ํ ๋ฏ ๊ธฐ์ง๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํด๊ณ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฌ์ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋งก์๋ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ์นจ๋ ์์๋ ์ธ๋ จ๋ ์ท๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ฌ ๋ฒ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ฝ ๋์ด ์ํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. B์์์๋ ๊ฟ๋ ๊พธ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋์ฐ์๋ค. โํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ถ๋ฝ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์์ ๋ค์ผ์๊ณ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ฌ์ ์ง๊ฐ ์ค์ จ์ด, ์์ง๋ ๋ณ์์ ๋์๊ณ์ .โ ๋ค์์ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ท์ ์ ์ ํฐ ํค์ ๋จ์๊ฐ ์นด๋ฆฌ์ค๋ง์ ์์ฐ๋ผ๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ B์๋ก ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ์จ ์ค๋น ์ตํ๋ฏผ์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฌ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฒฝ์์ ์ด๋๊ณ ์๊ณ ํญ์ ์จํํจ์ ์ ์งํ๋ฉฐ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ์ ์ด ์๋ค. ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ํธ์ฐฎ์ผ์๋ค๋ ์์์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋์ปฅ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์ธ๋จน์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ๋ง์ด ์์คํ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผโฆโฆ?โ โ์ฌ๊ฐํ ์ ๋๋ ์๋์ผ, ๋ ๋ค ๋ชธ์ด๋ ์ฑ๊ฒจ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ๋๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ค. โ์ง๊ธ ๋ค ๊ผด์ ๋ด, ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ด์ผ? ์์ ์ ํ ์ฝ์ ์์์ด?โ ์ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ ํ์ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ์์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง์๊ฒ ํ์์ค์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์๊ณ ๋์๊ฐ ์ดํผ๊น์ง ํ๊ฒ ๋๋ค๋ฉด ์์ํ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๋จ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ฝ์ํ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ํ์ฐ์ ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ ์ ํ์ฅํ๊ธฐ ์ํด 4๋ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ์ค ํ๋์ธ ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์ ์์ ์์ํ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. โ์ค๋น ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฐ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋ฉด, ๋ฒ์จ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐพ์ ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?โ โ๋์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ค์ ์์์ฃผ๋ ๋ฐ๋๋ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐโฆโฆ.โ โ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ค๋น ๋ ์ดํผํ์ง๋ ์ผ๋ง ์ ๋๊ณ , ์์ง ์ฌํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์ดโฆโฆ.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋น๋ค์ํผ ๋งํ๋ค. ์๊ฐ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ ์ ํ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ง ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ๋ค. ๋น์ฐํ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. โ๋ ์ต์จ ์ง์ ๋ธ์ด์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ์์์ ํ๋ฉด์๊น์ง ์ง์์ ํค์ฐ์ง ์์ ํ์ง๋ง, ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์์นํ์ค ๋๊น์ง๋ ๋ด ์์์ ์ค๋ฅธํ ์ญํ ์ ๋๋ํ ํด.โ ์ด ๋ง์ ์๋ฏธ๋ D๊ตญ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฏผ์ DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ด๋ ๊ธ๋ก๋ฒ๋น์ง๋์คํ๋ถ์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋๋ถํฐ ์ด ์ผ์ ์ผ๋์ ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ฐ์ด ์์ ์ ๊ฟ์ ์ด๋ฃจ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์์ด๋ ๋ธ๋๋ ์์ ์ด๊ณ ์์ค์๊ฒ ์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํ ์ค์ ๋๊ฐ ์์์ด๋ผ๋ ํ์๊น? โ์ค๋น ๋ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋ง์ด ์์ํดํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ โ์๊ฒ ์ด.โ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌํผ๋ง ์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ญ๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ์ํน ํจ์ธ ๋์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ โ์โํ๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ฐ์ด๋ง ๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง, ์ด๋ฒ ๊ฒฐํผ์ด ํ์ฐ์ด์๊ฒ ๊ตํ์ ์คฌ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ.โ โ๋ํ๋.โ ๊ทธ๋, ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ๋น์์๋ค. โํ์์ค ์จ๊ฐ ์ฐธ๊ฐ ์๊ฒฉ ๋ฐํ์ ๋ํด ๊ถ๊ธํ ์ ์ด ์์ด ๋ํ๋๊ณผ ๋ง๋ ๊ตฌ์ฒด์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋๊ณ ์ถ๋ค๊ณ ํฉ๋๋ค.โ ํ์ฐ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์๋ค. โ์ค๋น , ์ค๋งโฆโฆ.โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์จ ํ ์ ์ํ๊ณ ๋ฌด์๋นํ๊ฒ ํ์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ์ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ๋ค. ์ด๋ ์์ค์ด ํ์ฐ๋ง ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ด๋ฒ ๋ฐ๋ํ์ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์์๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ์ฐ๋ง ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์๋ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋๊ฐ ์์๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ? โ์ด๊ฑด ์ต์จ ๊ฐ๋ฌธ ๋ธ์ ๊ทธ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๊ฑด๋๋ฆด ์ ์๋ค๋ ๋ฌด์ธ์ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ์ผ. ์ด์ ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ญ ํด์ผ ํ ์ง ์๊ณ ์์ง?โ ํ๋ฏผ์ ํ์ฐ์ด ์๊ณ ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ๋๋๋ฆฐ ๋ค ๋น์์ ํจ๊ป ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋น์์๊ฒ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. โ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ํ์ฐ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ D๊ตญ์ ์ฃผ์ ์ฐ์ ๋จ์ง๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ์์ ๋น์์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์์งํ๋๋ก ํด.โ โ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค, ๋ํ๋.โ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฉ์ด์ ธ ๊ฐ๊ณ , ๋์ ์นจ์ค์ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. โ์์ ๋น์โฆโฆ.โ ์ด ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ํ ๋ค์์ผ๋ก ๋์ ์ง๊ธ์ด์๋ค. ํ์ฐ์ ์์ ์ ๋ณผ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ๊ผฌ์ง์๋ค. โ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ์ค๋น ๋ฅผ ์ค๋ง์ํค๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ.โ โ์ํ๋ผ์ด์ฆ!โ ํ์ฐ์ด DS๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ต๊ณ ์ธต ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์จ ์ง ์ดํ์ด ๋๋ ๋ , ๊ฑด๋ค๊ฑด๋คํ ํ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. | LEARN_MORE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | ์์ค์ ์ธ๊ณ | https://www.facebook.com/61557428073507/ | 666 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | mlyqjqpr.com | IMAGE | https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15149&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466002718_1085606979958967_7121558704551842248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uNbCXwy8ZHgQ7kNvgEseWHy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AF5JxI3aqdsyUTsQCDqVAYy&oh=00_AYDreIPr9bhqnkwKeUn7Chitg6fXdzkqVTuxz27xW3m_hw&oe=673F40F9 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | ์์ค์ ์ธ๊ณ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโt really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโs veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโs talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ โOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโt really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrettโs victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโs them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." โOh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | Chapter 1 I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. I think I have delayed the inevitable for as long as I physically can. I should go to the packhouse to go and wish our pack's upcoming Alpha a happy birthday. The bane of my life. My brother's best friend. One day to be Alpha Miles. Today he will turn 17, and meet his Alpha wolf. In all honesty, he was egotistical enough, thinking the world revolved around him, without him adding to that by finally gaining his wolf. Not your run-of-the-mill werewolf either. Oh no, Miles Davenport was destined to be an Alpha, so he would have a strong and powerful Alpha wolf, only adding to his arrogance and strength. The crazy thing is, Miles had once upon a time been one of my closet friends too. In my younger childhood... Friends, that kind of thing comes when your father is the Beta to the Alpha. The children spend a lot of time together, and become friends. My older brother, Jordan, became the wing-man to Miles. His closest friend and ally, who as his Beta when the time came, was only right. But as the years went on, the friendship between Miles and I changed. Friendship faded as he grew into a more popular sports star of our school. At the end of the day, he was always going to be popular, he was the upcoming Alpha after all, but as one of the top sports stars too, he was idolized. As was my brother. All the girls in school flocked around them like they were pop stars or something, and it was bizarre. I was nothing more to him now but a source of amusement for him and his sports buddies. A geek. Not one of the beauty queens who followed him around. Simply someone to make fun of. I had gone from enjoying time with my one-day Alpha, to hating him, in the space of a school year. He thought he was god's gift, and in all honesty, if he was, he is a gift I would returnโฆ "Bailey!" I heard my Mum call from downstairs, telling me I was definitely running it close now for time. I know Jordan had already headed over to the packhouse a while ago with my Dad to meet his friend and our Alpha. "I know." I yelled back, looking at the books on my desk, desperate to continue with the assignment I was working on. I would so much rather continue working on the assignment and gain the additional credit available, work toward going to the college I want to go to instead of going to a party for the big-headed bully, I got to consider almost family, considering he was the son of my Dad's best friend. I stood from my seat, and walked to my mirror, adjusting my black skater dress I had chosen to wear today. Something plain and simple, easy to blend into the background, but a dress all the same if anyone asked why I hadn't made an effort. Along with my chunky black sandals, I looked presentable, not that anyone would be looking at me. Today, all eyes would be on the birthday boy, as they always were. He would make sure of that. I flicked back my curly brown hair, before I walked out of the door, already dreading the hours that lay aheadโฆ My Mum pulled the car into the parking spaces outside the packhouse, while my younger sister Morgan was flicking at the curls around my head, simply trying to irritate me. She knew I would rather be anywhere but here right now, and was loving every last moment of it. "Aww, you want to go home Bailey-boo?" she teased. "Stop you two, come on, your Dad is waiting inside. Let us go and find the birthday boy." Mum says, sounding cheerful, completely oblivious to the fact how horrendous this party had the potential to be. She, too, worshiped Miles. Having seen him grow up alongside my brother, she seemed to think the sun shone out of his rear-end. It had always driven me insane. "He won't even notice us there." I muttered under my breath as I followed her up the steps of the back house, shaking my head at my sister and how overdressed she looked. She definitely looked like she was out to impress someone today. A small part of me wondered if she hoped she might be the fated mate of Miles. After all, he was meeting his Alpha wolf today. He will have shifted for the first time today, and today could potentially be the day he can sense his fated mate out there waiting for him! There had been so much buzz around school about this, so many of the girls were excited about the potential possibility they could be his fated mate. The one chosen for him by the moon goddess. The one destined to be with him. So many of them are desperate for it to be them. While there I was desperate for anything but. I could think of nothing worse! Yet, looking at the amount of effort my younger sister had made today, I am beginning to think she was one of the many she-wolves that was holding out that hopeโฆ We walked through the corridors of the packhouse, and it was filled with various pack members. Today was a day of celebration within pack, the birthday of the upcoming Alpha. And not just any birthday, the day he came of age. The day he met his Alpha wolf. The walls of the packhouse were adorned with decorations, music was blaring from various speakers dotted around the multiple rooms. "Ooff, sorry!" a giggling she-wolf said to me as she nearly knocked me off my feet as she knocked into me. I would rather be anywhere but here right now. This was far too hectic and far too loud for me. I simply glare at the back of the girl as she moves away from me, not a care in the world. I followed my Mum and my sister, who was almost skipping as she walked, toward the main lounge area. I can only assume my Mum had mindlinked my Dad to let him know we had arrived, and he said they were there, or else we could spend all day looking around for them! It appeared almost every member of the pack had turned up to celebrate the birthday of Miles. The lounge area was laden with people, music truly blasting, and everyone seeming to have a good time. Everyone but me. I caught the eye of my brother, leaning against the wall of the lounge, the furthest away from the door we had just walked into. He nodded in my direction before simply turning away. 'Could have made an effort, Bailey.' he mindlinked. 'It is a birthday, not a funeral, you know?' I felt my heart sink at his words. Great, the insults were starting already, which meant it would only be a matter of time until Miles started too. The two of them seemed to like working together like that. Finding great enjoyment in harassing me. I was only a year younger than both of them, and had desperately hoped the name-calling and insulting would ease off as they got a little older, but if anything, they seemed to get worse. All because I wasn't like the girls they were interested in, I was sure of it. I wasn't like the other girls. Made myself an easy target, my Mum told me, all because I enjoyed studying. Liked reading and learning. Said, I only made it harder for myself. The plan was to make it easier for myself by finding a way outโฆ "Jordan says your dress looks like you are going to a funeral, Bailey." Morgan teased, fluffing up my curls again. My long brown hair fell in thick, unruly curls down my back. They drove me mad at times. Especially when my brother and sister decide to mess with them. "Oh well, I wore a dress, like you asked." I snapped, moving away from them, feeling angry already, so tempted just to turn around and walk home, only to be pulled back by my Mum. "We are going to wish Miles a happy birthday. You will stay for a while at least. I do not need to be explaining to your Aunt and Uncle yet again why you have walked out on a social event, Bailey." Mum warned me, her tone sounding grumpy, I swear she had to have read my thoughts on leaving the party already. I am sure she hated having me as a daughter, likely wishing for one that was more sociable, and one that enjoyed being a part of everything, instead of one that would rather have her head in a book. "Awww, Happy Birthday, Miles!" I heard my sister squeal from by my side. I swear she spoke at a pitch so high only dogs could hear. Goddess knows why she is so excited. It is only his birthday. He likely doesn't even care, he never normally doesโฆ As I looked up, his blue eyes were locked on me, I raised my gaze to meet his, and could see his eyes shift to a darker blueโฆ was that his wolf? I see a snarl across his face as he suddenly storms from the room. What was that about? 'Get out here.' Miles is suddenly mindlinking me, and I have to say he sounded far from impressed. That, combined with the angry expression on his face, told me something was off. Would he have rather I had not come? Well, he was not the only oneโฆ 'What?' I questioned, completely confused. Was he annoyed over how I had dressed too? Jeez, it was just a dress. Does it really matter? I would go home if it was. 'Outside now.' He demanded once more, sounding even more irritated this time, making me realize I had little choice but to follow his command, so I snuck away from the ongoing party back to the doors of the packhouse. Only to find Miles pacing along the end of the steps, looking a mixture of confused and angry. So why did he need me here? Someone to take his anger out on? I was not willing to be that, I was sure about thatโฆ Just as I was about to walk away, he looked up. โIt took you long enough." He snapped. I frowned, unsure what this was all about, but it was making no sense to me as I looked down toward him from where I stood at the top of the packhouse steps. His blue eyes shifted to the dark blue once more, like they had inside, taking me by surprise. His wolf is clearly lingeringโฆ "What is wrong, Miles? Do you want me to get Jordan?" I asked. "No I do not! I do not want anyone knowing this." He snarls, a growl slipping from his mouth, though whether that was aimed at me or whether his wolf was angry at him, I do not knowโฆ "I don't think I understandโฆ" I began. "You soon will." He sneers, and I simply look to him in confusion. Nothing he says makes sense to me. Until he continues. "Only today did I realize. The thought makes me sick. Why our own moon goddess would play a trick like this on me, I don't know. I am an Alpha. I deserve a strong mate. A beautiful mate to be proud of. Not some feeble pathetic wallflower." My body trembles at his words. No. I had yet to gain my wolf. I did not know this yet. Whyโฆ Why him of all people? "I am your fated mate?" I question with a shaky voice. "Are you sure?" "Are you doubting me?" he yells. "And you won't be. The moment you have your wolf, I will decide when the time is right to reject you." My heart twists and contorts at the thought. Rejection was meant to be the most painful thing possible. Why would he want to reject the mate chosen for him by our own moon goddess? Am I truly so repulsive? Chapter 2 A Year Later Yet another birthday party for our beloved upcoming Alpha. Ha. Not my beloved upcoming Alpha. I hated him. Breaking my heart without a second thought. What I had done to deserve that I had never got a proper explanation from him. Other than the frequent insults, of why would he want to be with someone like me? Did I look like Luna material to him? I had no clue. What did Luna material look like in his eyes? Some blond bimbo, no doubt. They were the she-wolves he tended to spend his time with within our pack. The ones who worshiped the ground he walked on. That would do anything he asked of them. Ones that I highly doubted read much more than the work set of them at school. "Bailey!" my Mum yelled at me from the stairway of our family home. "Will you hurry up?!" "Do I really need to come to the party?" I responded. "I am telling you, Miles will not be bothered if I am not there!" "Your Aunt and Uncle will be though. And I am not explaining to them again why you are missing." My Mum continues yelling. "Do you not realize just how many events you have missed this year, all because you have your head in a book?" "Yeah Bai-Bai. Such a geek. No wonder you have no friends." My sister Morgan giggles from outside my bedroom door. I hissed. "I have friends." I stormed from my room, and down the stairs toward my waiting family. I planned to greet the birthday boy, not that he would care in the slightest. I know that he would rather not see me at all. And then I would sneak home. "Ew, are you wearing that?" Morgan asked. I looked down at the skinny black trousers I had on and the white tank top. Great. Nothing I wear is approved of by my sister, evidently named the fashion queen without my knowledge. Oh well, I am dressed and wearing it. I think it looked good with my chunky black sandals I had onโฆ I scowled at my sister and walked out of the door. "Are we going or not?" I snapped at them all, truly not able to wait for the following month when I leave to go to university. Get away from them, and this pack! The party was well underway when we arrived, music pounding from the speakers as couples made out in every available space, so I averted my eyes as we walked through the corridors of the packhouse to the lounge where we would no doubt find Miles reigning over his people. Being all important, like he was partial to considering himself. 'Why are you here?' Miles's voice filled my mindlink, before I had even fully got into the room behind my parents. Great. 'I didn't get a choice. Trust me, I would rather not be.' I snapped back. I was getting more than a little tired of the way he would treat me. Yes, he planned on rejecting me. Decided I was not for him, but he could have left it at that. I didn't need treating like I was some sort of social pariah because of the fact he decided I was not right for him. I do not think I deserved that. I had endured enough bullying through my time in high school, for the fact I enjoyed my education. 'Oh. Excuse me? Are you implying you were not going to come to the party of your next Alpha?' Miles links with some serious attitude. 'Miles, you just asked why I had bothered coming. Now you are asking if I was not going to come? Make your mind up.' I argued. 'Remember who I am Bailey. You are not above me. Never will be. Could have been equal to me at most had I seen you as suitable to be my mate, but no. You were beneath that honor.' He sneers. I felt anger racing through me. 'And you think I would not have rejected you?' I snapped, moving back toward the exit, not wanting to be here anymore. Until I felt a hand grabbing the back of my tank top, yanking me back. My eyes darted upward to see the dark eyes of Miles. Sneering down at me. Our Pack's upcoming Alpha. The most arrogant man I think I have ever met. One, thankfully, I did not have to be mates with any longer as he had chosen to reject his own fated mate before even giving her a chance. "Going somewhere Bailey?" he asked, his voice full of spite. "Well, I do believe you asked me why I was here, so I assumed you wanted me to leave." I told him. Miles bows his head down so it is level with mine, he inhales deeply, like he still enjoys the scent of me. He has done this numerous times of late, which I find quite bizarre. But, I ignore him as he tilts his head to look at me, "Hmm, I think my Mum and Dad may have something to say if you leave. Their clever little Bailey. Heaven forbid." He presses his forehead against mine. "Just stay away from me, and do not spoil my fun." I shake my head in disbelief at him, as he stalks away. Did he even think for a moment I would be going near him if I could avoid it? I would rather be anywhere but near him! "Bailey, why are you harassing my friend for?" I heard my brother, Jordan demand, as he suddenly approached, causing many people to turn around and look at me. Wonderful. Nothing like starting pack gossip is there. I am sure Miles would appreciate that! "I wasn't harassing him, he came to speak to me. Asking why I had come." I told him, and my brother laughed. He is as much an idiot as Miles. Any of my friends who have big brothers hate how protective they are. Me? No, my big brother is the one leading all the bullying and being cruel to me. He finds great embarrassment in the fact his younger sister is far from being one of the popular group, and is, in his words, 'far too into her books'. I think, in all honesty, my entire family found me, in one way or another, a huge embarrassment. "Well, he has a point. Not like you will be joining in with the celebrations. You will probably be sitting in a quiet corner somewhere reading." He teases. "Well, it is certainly more intellectually pleasing than any of you would be." I smirked at him as I walked away from my brother who was standing looking confused. I am sure he had no clue what I meant. The scary thing is he will be the next, pack Beta. Heaven help our pack. Between him and Miles they only had one brain cell between them, and that was one that they shared, I am sure of it! And even then, I think it was rechargeable and started losing power and knowledge at a rapid rate! They only graduated high school because they paid people to do their work for them. As I snuck away, out of the busy lounge to the top of the stairway, where I hoped to hide out for as long as possible, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickly turned, hoping it was simply someone on their way to their bedroom or even to one of the spare bathrooms on this floor. But, sadly, luck was not on my side tonight. No. Miles was following me. Eyebrows raised and looking quite irritated. "Oi. I want to talk to you." he demanded. "You asked me to go away a minute ago, didn't you?" I asked him. "Don't think so, think it was more a case of why you were here." Miles says with a smirk. Sitting on the top step with me. "Miles, you have the whole pack here for your birthday, I am sure whatever you need to speak to me about can wait." I shrugged, desperately craving peace, which, considering the pounding beat of the music playing, would be difficult. "No. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" he questions, like he is irate at the fact I had not let him know. Why would I let him know? "Why would I? We aren't friends, Miles. You also are not my Alpha yet. It was arranged with my parents, me and your Dad, as Alpha." I explained to him, unsure why this would even bother him. If anything, I would think he would be glad to get rid of me. "You are going away though." he murmurs. "That is generally what happens when you go to college or university. Yeah." I said with another shrug. "There wasn't one closer to home?" he hisses. "Because it seems to me you picked the one furthest away." "What does it matter to you? You hate me. I won't be here, You get your wish of being rid of me." I snapped, truly sick of him trying to dictate to me what I should and shouldn't be doing. I had worked hard in school, so I could do this. My parents had spoken to my Aunt and Uncle, the Luna and Alpha of our pack to allow me special permission to go to a university out of state to study, saying it was what I had dreamed of. I had nothing holding me back. And, with the fact Miles did not want me for his mate, or his Luna, I truly did not. Not that any of them knew of that. That was our own secret. Even despite the pull to him as my mate since my wolf had arrived, I still found him truly repulsive. He sickened me. Though, the pains when he slept with the many she-wolves that visited his bed, made it even easier to detest the man that he had become. I still had no clue what I had done to deserve this treatment from this man, other than not being one of the popular group. But, I knew I deserved better than him. Miles glanced at me, momentarily a thoughtful look passed over his face, almost caring, before a hardness replaced it. "That much is true. No more having to see the disappointing failure the moon goddess made of mating me to you. At least not for a few years. Who knows, perhaps you will meet someone while there. I suggest you do. That way you won't have to come back, because, I, as Alpha, will be looking for my Luna." "Miles, I honestly do not care if you find someone else." I told him, going to stand and head home, not wishing to spend another moment in the same place as him. As I went to move away, he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him, so I was once more sitting level with him on the top step of the first floor landing of our packhouse. "Always so righteous aren't you Bailey? You say you don't care? We will see. Well, this will be on my terms. I, Miles Davenport, reject you, Bailey West, as my fated mateโฆ" he began, and my head began to whirl as his words sunk in. The realization and excruciating pain of what was happening becoming too much for meโฆ Chapter 3 Three Years Later I drove the long road down to pack. I hated this drive. Lotus Shadow Pack. Though, three years away, studying had been truly amazing. Transforming myself into the woman I should always have been. Confident. Self-assured. Brave. Just me. And now a fully qualified teacher. As a she-wolf, you spend so many years of your life being told your focus is finding your fated mate. Settling down with them and creating a strong matebond. A love. A family. Well, once I had come to accept that my naรฏve, teenage dreams would never surface, thanks to the moon goddess pairing me with a mate so incapable of loving anyone other than himself, I decided that my focus would be my career. My education had always been something I took great pride in. I loved to learn, and I had decided that I wanted to pass that gift along. I no longer cared what others thought of me. And, while at university, it felt so wonderful to be surrounded by others who felt the same way. I finally felt like I fit in somewhere. And, I believe that is what allowed me to become the person I was meant to be. However, now, I had to return to my pack, at their requirements. The agreement was, once I had completed my degree, I would return home. Unless, of course, I had found my fated mate. But, I knew within my heart, that was never to happen. For, my fated mate sat at home. Lording it over our pack. Acting like he was the best thing since sliced bread. Sleeping with any she-wolf that came near him, from what I heard, having rejected me. I pulled up at our guarded pack gates. Harley, one of our pack warriors, currently on guard duty, stepped forward to my car window. "ID" he asked. I frowned at him. I do not think I have been asked for ID before when returning home, even in all the times I have visited home, though in all fairness, those visits have been few and far between. My visits were only when they were required of me. I had grown to loathe this place, and coming back had become less of a priority for me over the time I was away... "Harley, it is me. Bailey." I explained, trying not to smile at his mistake. Harley looked at me closer. "Sorry Bailey, didn't really recognize you there. You changed your hair. And you aren't wearing your glasses. You look good." He says with a shrug, quickly looking away, clearly embarrassed by his faux-pas. I smirk at his response. Yes, my hair is somewhat tamer than it used to be. The curls straightened out, and my hair now neat and sleek down my back. My glasses I had worn for reading had been long gone. Having got my eyes fixed with laser eye surgery whilst away. Plus, I now wore a little simple make-up to accentuate my features. Nice to know somebody has noticed a differenceโฆ "No problem. You still need ID?" I asked him. He grins at me. "I think I know who you are. Nice to see you." he nods at me in acknowledgment as the gate opens for me. "Maybe catch you around while you are back." He adds as I begin to drive away. I smiled in response, I guess there would be nothing to stop me catching up with any guy I wanted to now. Not that I was really bothered right now... but it was not like I had a fated mate to wait for any longer. And it wasn't like Miles was making a point of staying single. Every time I had returned home, he had had a different she-wolf on his arm. Parading them through pack like a prized possession, only to have traded her in by the time I returned on my next visit. He was turning into quite the lothario. And quite a joke in my eyes. I set off along the quiet, familiar roads of our sweet old pack. The evening sun was settling in the sky as I moved my car down the route to my family home. No doubt my Mum would be there waiting for me, perhaps my Dad, if he was in from work by now. My brother and sister, I was unsure. They still both lived at home with my parents, but were back and forth to friends' homes and my brother was looking to move into the Beta suite in the packhouse soon enough, in preparation for taking on the role from my father when the time came. Either way, they rarely bothered to rush home to see me when they knew I was returning. I don't think seeing me was at the top of their priority listโฆ I pulled my car up on the street in front of my familiar family home. I could not believe I was home. Stuck back here. The dread within my stomach churned heavily at the prospect of many years stuck here. Miserable and unhappy, with no way out, now my fated mate had rejected me. Not that anyone other than Miles and I knew of that. No. He had decided he would be considered weak if others knew an Alpha had gone against the powerful Moon Goddess's choice. So, this was our secret. Or he would make me pay in ways I did not want to imagine, apparently. And, in all honesty, I did not want to think of it. He had allowed me to go away to do my degree. Doing the final bit of convincing when my Uncle, the current Alpha, and Miles's father, along with my parents were on the fence. Or, so he said. How true that was, I would never likely know the truth, but it had been for that reason, and that alone I had chosen to do as he had asked. If he had done the things he said, then he had allowed me to fulfill my dream of gaining my degree of teaching away from pack. To allow me to be just me, not the daughter of the pack Beta. And I have thrived because of it. But, now, I had to return. Back to where I belonged. And, while I may have gained my degree, I had no real future prospects. I was likely stuck here. I stepped from the car, determined more than ever to find work, as I heard my Mum's voice. "Bailey!" she greeted me from the porch steps, a big smile upon her face. "You look beautiful sweetheart." I smiled back at her, as I moved toward the front door. Only to see Miles leaving the house next door to ours. The Alpha home. Could I have timed my arrival home any worse? His eyes met mine, giving me a dark stare before looking at my Mum. "Hi Aunt Brianna. You didn't say she was home today." Mum smiled at Miles like she thought the world of him, though most of the time she generally did. "Ah, I think it slipped my mind. Bailey is home for good now, Miles. How wonderful is that?" Once more, Miles gave me a dark stare. "Hmmm. Truly wonderful." he said with some serious contempt in his voice. 'You stay out of my way unless I say otherwise, you understand?' Miles mindlinks me, as he moves toward his car. "Are you not going to speak to him Bai?" Mum tries. "He will be Alpha this time next year, you know?" "Oh it doesn't matter, Aunt Brianna. Bailey will be excused this time. I am sure she is tired from her drive back home. But no doubt I will be seeing her around. And yes, she will have to get used to me as her senior. Her Alpha." He says with a sneer, and at his words my stomach twists into knots. I don't think I can stay hereโฆ I not only need to find work, I need to find work away from my pack, so I can move away to get away from my psychotic Alpha and ex-mate! Chapter 4 I sit out in the garden drinking my morning coffee, with my laptop open scrolling desperately through the work vacancies, when I hear a deep growl to my left, causing me to swirl my head to look. Miles was resting his head on the garden fence from next door, overlooking our back garden, to where I was sitting. Watching me intently, the look upon his face was one of sheer disgust... I had no clue how long he had been standing there, or what had angered him to the point of growling, but he had made me jump. "Miles." I snapped, giving him a dark scowl. I had done well the past week since arriving and stayed out of his way. Managing to ensure I avoided all pack events, and ensuring I dodged any places he was likely to be. Yes, it meant I spent an awful lot of time in my bedroom at home, but I would rather do that than have to copel with him. Today, the sun was glorious, and I thought it would be nice to take my breakfast outside while I looked for jobs online. Sitting on the patio furniture we have in the back garden, under the warmth of the morning sunshine, my coffee was enjoyable, all until he disturbed me. I shook my head in his direction, wondering why he had snuck up on me. He had so many more places he could be... "Who do you think you are cursing at?" Miles snarled. "The creep who did exactly that. Crept up on me out of the blue for no good reason." I rolled my eyes at him in disgust, only to see this seemed to anger him further. Though, I think anything I did would anger Miles. He seemed to hold some serious resentment towards me at the moment, but should I really expect anything less? "I will come over there for you, Bailey." He hissed. "For me?" I questioned his choice of words. "How? You asked me to stay out of your way. That is what I am doing." "What are you doing?" he chose to ignore my words, and looks to my laptop screen instead, so I slowly shut the screen down, so he would be unable to see. I do not want him knowing I am applying for work outside the area. I would not put it past him to stop it from happening. He seems to be being deliberately nasty of late, so I truly do not know what he would sink to, to be nasty towards meโฆ "Nothing of your concern." "I am your Alpha. So, all that goes on in my pack is my business." He tells me with a smirk. I shook my head with a smirk back, "Hmm, not quite Miles, you are not. Your Dad is still Alpha, so don't be getting ahead of yourself." An angry look flared across his face once more. His handsome features contorted in fury. He did not like having people disagree with him. But I was not about to have him dictating to me... "Just because you were my mate once upon a time does not give you the right to talk to me however you please, you know." Miles snarls. "She is your mate?" a voice questions, causing us both to whip our heads round, only to see the unexpected face of Miles's younger brother Ellis. I look at Miles with despair now, my heart pounding and my palms becoming sweaty. Wondering what he planned to do now the secret we had kept between us for so long was out nowโฆ how had neither of us heard him coming? "No she is not. She rejected me." Miles said coldly, looking at me as if daring me to disagree with him. Wait... he was making it out like I had rejected him? I looked at Miles in shock, but the look within his eyes was like he dared me to argue. "You rejected your Alpha? What kind of fool are you?" Ellis asked as his eyes looked me up and down like a piece of dirt. Sadly, a look I am more than used to. "Do Mum and Dad know?" Miles shakes his head. "No. I don't want them to either. It would worry them too much, Els, please do not say anything. Bailey and I were never a good match, so perhaps she made the right choice. Please for me?" Miles is pleading with his brother, and part of me wonders if he is worried what his family would do if they learned of his decision to go against the Moon Goddess. As an Alpha, this was almost unheard of. Blaming me was gutless. But, if that is what he wants to do, then let him. 'Do not even think of saying anything different.' Miles's voice reverberates through my mind via the link. 'Or you will learn to regret it. That degree you love so much could easily be destroyed.' I took in the words Miles had said, and the sad thing is, I do not doubt them. I would not put it past him finding a way to have my degree removed. Having me stuck within our pack. He would be Alpha soon enough, and he would be the one able to dictate what I did... I had little choice but to do as he asked. Yet i felt anger racing through my veins... I lifted my laptop and stood from my seat. "I will talk to you however I like Miles. When you seem to think you can treat me however you like." and with that I walked away from the two brothers, both looking at me, walking away in shock. I know I would come to regret what I had just said, but I truly no longer caredโฆ Chapter 5 I pace the corridor of the packhouse for yet another night. Sleepless nights are becoming the most repetitive thing for me now. Almost tiresomeโฆ or they would be if I could actually sleep! Nightmares plaguing my dreams were the thing stopping my sleepโฆ making me fear sleepโฆ visions of that nightโฆ reoccurring time and time againโฆ the rogues invading our pack landsโฆ us losing controlโฆ and them hurting my precious Isla. My beautiful Isla. Fate had barely brought us togetherโฆ life could be cruelโฆ and it made me relive that night, time and time again through my dreamsโฆ the pain as her life ebbed awayโฆ the inability to be able to save herโฆ the pain in her eyesโฆ the fearโฆ it made me hate lifeโฆ hate fate. And now, now it makes me fear sleep. Which is what found me pacing these godforsaken corridors every nightโฆ "Alright Beta!" Marc, one of our young warriors, greeted me enthusiastically, telling me he had likely been out spending time with friends. Especially returning to his room at this early hour of the morning. "Hey Marc." I smiled, raising my eyebrows questioningly at him as he stumbled toward the stairs. He was barely able to walk in a straight line. "I not been dinking, honest boss." He mutters with a chuckle. These guys make me smile. How could they not? Barely past shifting age, and newly trained warriors. They clearly decided to drink themselves to the point of stupor. Which, considering we are werewolves and drink has little to no effect on us in small doses, they had to have been drinking excessive amounts! Likely coming up with new and different drinking challenges to see who could drink the most, that was what they so often did. But, I can't say I had not done the same when I first shifted and on many a younger night with friends. It was all part of growing up for many, wasn't it? Especially for our warriors, I knew that, having helped many a drunken warrior home in the past. And I am sure they had had a good night and many good memories to look back onโฆ if they could actually remember any of them, of course! "I never said a word Marc." I gave him a nod as he fell up the stairs. I continued my pacing of the corridor only to hear a few more drunken voices approaching, I assume likely Marc's drunk friends. And, I, not in the right frame of mind to have to cope with anyone else tonight, ducked into the short corridor off the main hallway of the packhouse. Leading to my office. I could sit in here until they passed and then make my way back to my room, and hopefully, I could attempt to gain at least a few hours' sleep tonight, so I would be at least partially functionable tomorrowโฆ "What are you doing down here?!" a voice made me jump awake from my sleep, making me stir, and realize just how uncomfortable I was. My whole body ached. The crick in my neck felt like it had been locked in a vice... Though, as I moved, it was only then I realized I had fallen asleep sitting at my office desk. I had been asleep collapsed over my office desk since the early hours of the morning when I came in here to hide from the drunken warriorsโฆ I sleepily raised my eyes upward, only to see my best friend, and the pack Alpha, standing next to my desk looking more than a little concerned, looking down over me. "Asher?" he questioned. "Why are you sleeping down here? This has to be the third or fourth time in a matter of weeks. And don't get me started on all the time prior to that." I sighed. Just what I need, him on my case. The third degree once again. Am I ok? Do I need some help? Support? That is likely what Caleb was about to start withโฆ like always. He couldn't help it. Though, I didn't want to sound ungrateful. He was my closest friend after all, and he did just care. But, sometimes, some people just needed their space! It wasn't like he could helpโฆ he couldn't stop my sufferingโฆ this has been going on too long nowโฆ "Was struggling to sleep, so I came down to work. I am guessing I must have crashed." I told him. Not quite the truth, but it would doโฆ Caleb didn't need to know that my sleep was so badly disturbed that I struggled to sleep every night. That my nights were so messed up I hadn't slept properly since Isla had leftโฆ "Is everything okay, Asher?" Caleb asked, and I could hear the concern dripping from his voice, like it so often does of late. "Eden said she has been worrying about youโฆ that you just haven't seemed yourself since the rogue attacks began. She said you seem so distant. So withdrawn." I shook my head with a disgusted roll of my eyes. So, they had been discussing me? Do they think that is acceptable? Yes, Eden may be his mate, and the Luna of the pack, as well as my friend, but I do not need to be some sort of sympathy case that needs to be sat and discussed between them over their evening meal! I am fine! I am the pack Beta. I focused my eyes upon my friend, a dark glare hopefully saying all I needed to. "Caleb, you may be a friend, but please, for the love of god,I am fine. Tired, yes. Stressed, yes. We have been coping with rogue attacks regularly until lately. We need to work on improving the pack, which is what we are working on doing. It doesn't come easily. It takes time. It takes energy and effort. So yeah, I am stressed and tired. Is that not my duty?" I snap, knowing I am already overstepping the mark talking to my Alpha in that way. He knew I had lost my mate because of these rogue attacks too, so you would think he would have shown at least a little understandingโฆ but I wanted to continue goingโฆ needed to keep functioning or else I had nothingโฆ Caleb looks to me with a shake of his head. "Fine. Go get showered. We have a meeting in half an hour." I sighed. There was no other way to describe it. I think I almost enjoyed the pain I felt. I enjoyed the darkness that lingered over me now. It was who I had become. The Asher I had been was gone. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | "Carissa, the king has issued a decree allowing Aurora to marry into our general's house. I hope you can accept and respect this fact." The person who said this is Carissa Sinclair's husband, Barrett Warren. A year ago, on the night of their wedding, Barrett set out to lead his army into battle. Now, after finally returning victorious, he brings Carissa this kind of "good news." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won't be a concubine. She'll be my legal wife and equal to you." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Equal to me, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On the wedding night a year ago, he personally lifted Carissa's veil and promised affectionately: "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! When Barrett left, the general's mansion had already fallen into decline. All the expenses were supported by the dowry Carissa had brought. Barrett's mother, Rebecca, was suffering from a strange illness, and she had invited a reclusive divine doctor to treat her. Each month, dozens of silver coins were spent on exorbitant medical fees, not to mention Carissa's constant care by Rebecca's bedside. In the end, she got such a reward. So, the kindness that this family shows is merely because they are relying on Carissa's dowry. If Barrett's betrayal was like a sharp sword, then Rebecca's hypocrisy was like thousands of silver needles, piercing deeply into Carissa's heart. Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she's different from any woman you know. She's a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn't want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That's them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She's straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won't like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It's fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I'll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" "Never mind. I don't want to argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,"said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. "My lady, my lord was too much!" said Lulu, Carissa's maid, wiping her tears away. "Don't call him that!" Carissa gave her a stern look. "We never consummated the marriage. He's not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list." "Why the dowry list?" Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. "Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?" Lulu held her forehead and gasped. "But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children." Tears finally welled up in Carissa's eyes at the mention of her parents. Carissa actually came from a family of warriors, and she had been training in martial arts since she was young, showing great talent. However, when she was 15, her father and several brothers died on the battlefield. Since then, her usually open-minded mother advised Carissa to hide her skills and, like other noble girls, find a husband to live a stable life. But now it seems she has betrayed her mother's expectations. Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list, narrowed her eyes, and sneered, "No wonder they covet my dowry so much." The dowry her mother provided was quite substantial; she hadn't paid much attention to it before. Now she realized how much effort her mother had put in for her. "Then, my lady, what shall we do now?" Carissa's eyes grew cold. "I could confront the king and use my family's achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I'll kill myself in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa's expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I'm that foolish? If I manage to reach the king, I'll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. In addition, the law states that if a woman is divorced, her husband has the right to keep all her dowry. Right now, Barrett doesn't dare to divorce her, mindful of his reputation, but who knows what will happen in the future? Carissa no longer wanted to believe in this hypocritical man, nor did she want to live under the same roof with him. She once hoped to build a life with Barrett, so naturally she would not be stingy with her dowry. However, circumstances had changed. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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โค๏ธ๐ click to read on ๐ | I watch as my ex-husband Rowan, who's standing next to me, stares at the love of his life, my sister Emma. It is still at my father's funeral, yet he can't hold back his feelings anymore. We were married but instead of two, there were three of us in our marriage. Him, me and the love of his life, Emma, the woman heโs refused to let go for nine long years of our marriage. Itโs honestly sad. The life I have. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. She was my parents' favorite daughter, my husband's love of life. She always comes first in everyoneโs mind while Iโm left chasing after leftovers of their affection. I used to harbor a glimmer of hope for my marriage with Rowan, but this also ended when we got divorced three days ago. โAva, you okay?โ Rowan's deep voice always makes me shiver. Itโs then I realize that the service was over and everyone was leaving. Shrugging my shoulders I stand up, without looking at him. I know it seems rude but I just canโt look at him. Not when the memory of him staring lovingly at Emma is still fresh in my mind. โSo we finally meet againโ Emmaโs bitter voice says behind me. After what happened nine years ago, Rowan and I soon got married, and Emma vanished without a trace since then. Until now, she showed up again at father's funeral. I turn around to face her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and puffy, but she still looked like a freaking goddess. I sigh. I so didnโt want to face her right now. โNot now Emma. Can we just bury father first?โ She smiles then leans in so that Iโm the only one that can hear her. โWe will bury him alright but let me tell you that I am here to stay. You also took my family from me all those years ago but no more. I plan to take everything back, including the man that was meant to be mineโ she then steps aside and leaves just as the preacher calls us to go to back where the cemetery is. Iโm left shocked at her words but not really surprised. What she doesnโt understand is that she doesnโt have to take anything back because none of them were mine to begin with. The family sheโs talking about worships the ground she walks one. And Rowan? Rowan was and still is her man. Pushing down the pain that wanted to drown me, I walked to the place that would be fatherโs final resting place. I stand a little distance from mother, Emma and my brother Travis. Theyโre huddled together. Looking at them and me you would think that I was a stranger just attending the burial instead of part of them. โDust to dustโฆโ the preacher says as they lower fatherโs body to the ground. They then begin to cover his coffin with soil until he is completely buried. Motherโs wails are the loudest as she begs for father to come back to her. Emma and Travis both have silent tears running down their faces as they hold her in their arms. I wipe my tears away. Since no one cares, I need to be strong for myself. Once again people flood us to offer their condolences. I accept them mindlessly. It was like I was there but wasnโt at the same time. By the time I come out of it, most people were already dispersed. And there stood Rowan and his parents. I stand awkwardly and don't know if I should greet them. When his parents noticed me, they said something to Rowan and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was used to them treating me like that because we both know that I wasnโt their choice for their son. Once they leave, we are left standing awkwardly beside each other. Now that his focus wasnโt occupied by his parents, it was solely on Emma who was standing a few feet from us. I was about to excuse myself when I hear a screeching of tires. Everything happened so fast. Men with guns opened fire. The minute they started shooting I saw Rowan dive for Emma. I stood shocked as I watched him protect her with his body. I canโt believe he abandoned me to protect her. Why was I even surprised? This just proved that Iโll never be his priority. Seeing him protect her with his life completely broke something inside me. โWatch out!โ A man with a bullet proof jacket shouted at me. He pushed me out of the way, but it was already too late. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | When Debra died, her husband was still with his secretary. She swore that if she were given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes again... โMr. Nichols, your wife is on the verge of death!โ the doctor cried anxiously. โYou might come to say your goodbyes!โ โSheโs still alive? Call me when sheโs dead,โ Juan Nichols replied, his voice icy and indifferent. With that, he hung up. All the light faded from Debraโs eyes. The machine emitted a steady, cold beepโsignaling that her vital signs had ceased. In her life, she had loved Juan deeply, sacrificing everythingโherself and her familyโfor him. If she were given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes again... โMadam, Mr. Nichols has requested you accompany him to the auction. Which outfit would you prefer?โ The housekeeper Sophie asked. Debra gasped, her eyes snapping open. Everything around her felt eerily familiar. This was her home, the one she had shared with Juan. Waitโ auction? Five years ago, Juan was going to a land auction, and as his wife, she had to accompany him. But Juan paid her no mind and didnโt even inform her that he had replaced her with Shelia, his secretary. When she arrived at the auction, all dressed up, she saw his secretary Shelia clinging to his arm. โHow could this be?โ she thought, utterly confused. โAm I... reborn?โ Sophieโs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all! -- The auction was teeming with business elites. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Meanwhile, Juan was about to enter with Shelia when his bodyguard spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Shelia quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late.". Debra, dressed in a stunning burgundy gown, elegantly walked towards them... | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 321 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465012370_1085089863148114_2066040076159691881_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AmM-196RO3gQ7kNvgFu8aW3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A17daGFL5k2fOCVu3tvmNs6&oh=00_AYB29YME1NDV4z1zyMxABRXihol5kdNoM1Qz3WR4RMnnVg&oe=673F1B7D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing severe postpartum hemorrhage. Please, come and see her for the last time." The doctor anxiously pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone. But Juan Nichols's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from the eyes of the woman lying on the bed. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? ' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating Debra's vital signs had disappeared. In Debra's lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she died alone and tragically. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophieโs voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress she has never tried on before. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. ... In the evening, the auction venue was filled with celebrities, and Juan walked to the entrance with Shelia. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when his assistant Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise and praise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late." | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Random Reading | https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ | 321 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464175395_1248916862910202_8685270570837841720_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dMMp-9fgEfMQ7kNvgHatsOV&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmPOHKLcMeKaJstxIkWu9HB&oh=00_AYCiMBSDlbBJ5QahJpgUsx-US98aX3YWvLvKIPyVgvlTXQ&oe=673F0C38 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Random Reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Read the next chapters๐ | Chapter 1 "You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmotherโEdith Gibsonโfigured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulderโeach step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objectsโit extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. Howeverโฆ "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you wereโฆ I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's sharesโthe ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella ZieglerโMadeline's motherโand quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylarโpreviously 'Jolene', with her kids in towโshowed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew upโher mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. โฆ Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a messโresignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it wasโa dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorceโkinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very homeโLydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughtsโthey're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that shipโthe crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagleโa woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistantโDaniel Harrisโwho was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual selfโunresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickeredโa brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptionalโtangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebookโher secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. โฆ At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, butโฆ" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled toโher shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guessโit was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." 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๐ฅ๐ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐ | Chapter 1 Scented candles, champagne, and rose petalsโฆ check! Haley strolled across the bedroom. A crimson silk gown hugged her curves, flowing down her ankles, with a daring slit that revealed a glimpse of her slender leg. In the background, a soft melody played, lulling her to give in to the exhaustion from spending the whole day getting ready. For twenty-nine days, she'd been anticipating and preparing for tonight. Liam rarely came home. They'd been married for three years, but their relationship was nothing more than a distant coexistence. Her husband was always conveniently busy with work, hardly having time for her. The only proof of their relationship was the intimacy they shared once a month. Tonight marked their third anniversary. As one of the few nights Liam would get intimate with her, everything must be perfect. If only he'd come home now. The business trip should be over. His assistant told her Liam's plane landed an hour ago. Did an emergency come up at his company and he needed to take care of it? Bored, she picked up her phone, checking into her tiktok to kil-l time. Just then, a piece of news popped up, featuring NK Enterprise, her husband's company. Excited, Haley tapped into the news; "William Nash, Famous CEO of NK Enterprise, Checks Into Hotel With his Mystery Girlfriend, Relationship Revealed" William? Her Liam? Haley stood up, her eyes glued to her phone's screen, shock and disbelief taking over. Angry as well when she saw the image of her husband walking into the famous Eden Suites Hotel, his arm snaked around a woman's waist. And when the woman's face was revealed, so many thoughts flooded Haley's mind at once. Disbelief, fear, and uncertainty. Leah! The girl who looked a lot like Lisa, Liam's Ex. Leah was a mere receptionist at NK Enterprise until one day, Liam noticed the similarities she shared with his Ex. Not a week went by before he promoted her to the secretary position. Rumors were flying around at that time that William Nash had a soft spot for his secretary, Rumors Haley found hard to believe. Liam might be cold and unromantic with her, but he wasn't the kind of person she believed would have an affair, talk more with his secretary. But what was this news about? Liam must have gone to the hotel with his secretary for some business dealings, right? Still, what was with holding Leah's waist? Sinking in confusion was pointless. Haley dialed his number. He didn't answer the phone, heightening her anxiety. On her third trial, he finally picked up. โWhat's up?โ His deep voice, heavy with tiredness, murmured through the phone. Haley inhaled deeply, controlling her emotions. โLiam, where are you? Today's our third anniversary, remember?โ โSo?โ From his careless tone, Haley couldn't help but imagine him rolling his eyes. โNot coming home. Sleep by yourself.โ Knowing what she wanted, he still rejected her brutally, his voice holding no remorse, a gut-wrenching punch to her pride. Just then, a female voice, soft and seductive, came on the phone. โWilly, I'm thirsty.โ Willy? Even Haley wasn't allowed to call him that. He truly was with a woman! At this hour, her husband was with a freaking woman! The phone beeped. He hung up the call. Dazed, Haley's gaze fell on the decorations; her hard work. She sank onto the bed, her thoughts spinning and that voice echoing. Leah. That was Leah's voice. What was happening? Did she misread Liam's lack of displaying affection for her as a part of his cold personality? Sleep departed Haley's eyes, and her throat was suddenly dry. She longed for anything to distract her from the confusing and heartbreaking thoughts, so she gulped down the champagne, wishing it'd wash her sadness away. Why did he love to hurt her feelings? During the times he never returned home, was he really with his secretary as the rumors had it? Haley stirred in the middle of the night, drowsy and starkly aware of the strong hands fondling with her gown. She found Liam hovering over her, trying to undress her. Haley blinked. Urgh! Why was she dreaming about this man who only knew to break her heart? Yet, as his fingers grazed her body, goosebumps spread across her skin, and she winced. โHey, waitโฆโ Haley stopped him, her voice hoarse from crying, still wanting to confirm if she was dreaming. Liam smirked. โYou called me back. Isn't it for this?โ Haley blushed. He came back. Maybe she'd misunderstood again. โI've got you our anniversary present. Wanna see it?โ She asked. โBoring.โ He trailed kisses down her neck, pulling her nightgown down. โUhm, Liamโฆโ Irritation flashed in his eyes when she interrupted again. Haley gulped, summoning courage, grateful for the whole bottle of champagne she'd emptied in her stomach. โC- Canโฆ Can you not wear it tonight?โ Liam halted. His dark eyes bore a hole through her heart, his expression frosting over. The atmosphere became so stale and suffocating, and her breathing hitched when he pushed her away. โYou're always okay with me wearing protection.โ His dark voice made her shudder. โWhy not now?โ Haley cowered to the bed's headboard, flushed and embarrassed. She looked down. โIt's your Grandma. She laments every day about us not having a baby.โ โGrandma, huh?โ He scoffed, pinning her with a glare. โMore like you're desperate to have a child to keep the title of Mrs. Nash in this family!โ His mouth spat venom. Haley held back her tears and clenched her fists, the bitterness in his words spreading from her heart and numbing her whole. Chapter 2 She loved him and wanted to have his baby. Was it a crime to ask? A marriage was supposed to be a union of mutual consent where the couple lived harmoniously. But she didn't even have a right to voice out her heart desires. His words fell over her like chilled water, dousing the wine's effect, and dampening her hope. Haley sobered up immediately, grief clutching her heart. โLiam, do you think I married you just for money?โ Haley didn't see those words coming from him. Through her actions, her genuine love was obvious. While he spent most nights outside, she maintained a perfect home for him to return to. She neither complained nor demanded his affection, just giving and never taking. Why couldn't he see it? The suspicion in his eyes as he stared at her hurt more than daggers piercing her heart. If only she could read his thoughts- his mind. โWhat else do you expect me to think!โ Liam spat out, unaware of the poisonous effect of his words on her heart. Or maybe he was aware. โHaley Nash, don't overstep your limits. I'll never have children with you. Don't forget how you plotted to marry me in the first place!โ His words weren't only insulting, but also heartbreaking, reducing her to a desperate woman eager for his affection. Where did she go wrong? She gave him her heart, and he didn't have any trouble with crushing it at every opportunity he got. โYou're still not over Lisa, are you?โ Haley shouldn't have asked the now obvious truth. Back then, Lisa had been the only obstacle to her happiness; the man she loved. While she'd desperately longed for him, he never spared her a glance. His eyes were only for Lisa. However, didn't Leah share a great resemblance with Lisa, his Ex? Instead of acknowledging Haley's feelings, he'd transferred all the love he had for his Ex to Leah. To him, Leah was a mirror, reflecting his first love, Lisa. Liam didn't answer her question, his dark eyes narrowing into slits, the emotions in his eyes unreadable. He left the room, slamming the door. Desperation fueling her grief, Haley scurried off the bed and went after him. Wiping her tears furiously, she hurried to catch up with him. โLetโs get a divorce,โ Haley blurted out. Liam halted in his steps. His back facing her, his body went rigid. A moment of silence went by, filled with tension. Haley watched him with bated breath, her heartbeat picking up. โFine.โ He moved. Without a glance in her direction, the man walked away. Fine. Just fine? Haley chuckled, her laughter mixed with tears. For three years, she'd overworked herself beyond measure only to please the man she loved. She was the perfect wife, the best daughter-in-law. Whenever he came back home sick, she stayed up all night nursing him. While she always hid her illness from him so as to not bother him. She might look pale and fragile, but he never cast her a glance talk more of asking how she was feeling. Despite that, Haley never complained. She only wanted to be perfect for him, to melt his cold heart someday. Yet, her divorce proposal was only received with a single word, almost insignificant. 'Fine.' It showed he never cared, and would never. If only she'd realized that earlier. On the first day she saw him in college, he stole her heart. That was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to her. At that time, he was with Lisa. She dared not be the third wheel. Haley had been bold enough to confess her feelings when Lisa left and dumped him. She'd offered him comfort, striving to mend his heart. She worked hard to get his attention, getting into his family's good books, and sacrificing her own familyโs happiness. Her hard work paid off as Liam eventually noticed her. Thinking he'd forgotten Lisa, Haley married him happily. But the nightmare began on their wedding night. He set rules for her; Their intimacy would only happen once a month. She wasn't allowed to call him with any endearing name. She wasn't allowed to cook his food or touch his things. She wasn't allowed to ask more than he gave her. She was never allowed to make their relationship public. Thinking he only needed time to adjust to her, she'd had no objections. Tears blurred Haley's vision. She leaned by the wall, blinking at her phone's screen that suddenly lit up. A message notification appeared. Wondering who was messaging her this late, she clicked on the message. [I'm pre-gnant. It's time for me to become the new Mrs. Nash.] A message from his secretary. To put it accurately, his mistress, Leah. Haley gripped the phone, her body trembling. Accompanying the message was a screenshot of a pregnan-cy test result. It turned out, Liam didn't hate babies after all. He just didn't want to have one with her! How disappointing that she'd wasted her time thinking he only disliked having babies. What's the point in sticking with a man who wouldn't value her? Haley wiped her tears. She'd been having second thoughts whenever the decision came to her mind to just leave the man, because a part of her mind always held hope for a better future for them. But right now, the future seemed ridiculous, almost laughable. Even Leah whom he only hired three months ago was now pragnant with his child. The more Haley clung onto this man, the more he'd enjoy breaking her, reveling in her misery. That night, Haley retrieved the document she'd hidden in a dark corner of the closet. Staring at it, her heart throbbed tremendously, a part of her dying in that moment, A pain brought by watching her years of hard work crumbling right before her. She took in a deep breath, sniffing back the tears she now hated more than anything, Tears that reminded her of how weak and helpless she'd reduced herself to all in the name of begging for love. Never again. Chapter 3 The Next Morning. As Liam ate breakfast in the dining room, the atmosphere was stale and somehow still as if something was amiss. He glanced at the empty chair across from him now and then, his thoughts wiring back to last night. Where was that crazy woman? Was she still inside the bedroom shedding crocodile tears? Spending the whole night in the study room was enough to teach her a lesson. At least, she'd lost the chance of him touching her this month. She would never bring up that ridiculous topic again. Yet, halfway through eating, Liam's indifference turned into a small frown that formed on his face, his eyes darting upstairs. Did she think that starving herself would make him give in and grant her wish? How silly. Liam summoned the maid. โWhy isn't Mrs. Nash coming down? Go and get her.โ But the maid lingered, her fearful gaze avoiding his eyes. With a hesitant look on her face, she extended a gift box to him. โActuallyโฆ M-Mr, Nash. Mrs. Nash left the house an hour ago. She left this box for you.โ Liam's frown deepened. What was that woman up to? He took the box impatiently, and his eyes caught the tag on it. โ3rd Anniversary Giftโ โHow childish.โ The corner of his li-ps twitched mockingly, a subtle smile forming. Liam tore the wraps around the box, wondering if this was the present she insisted on giving him last night. Once he revealed the content of the box, however, he narrowed his eyes at the white document with the word โDivorce Agreement!โ boldly written at the top. Liam smashed his fist on the table and shot to his feet. He snat-ched the papers. Divorce! Was she serious last night? His nerves rippling with rage, he flipped through the papers, his eyes widening more seeing her signatures on each section. [Reason for Divorce: Disharmony in se-x!] His anger hit the ceiling when he saw that. The words sounded more like he didn't satisfy her enough in bed. How dare she mock him in such a demeaning manner? She was becoming bold, huh? Dramatic! Liam grabbed his phone, clutching it. His breathing ragged, he dialed her number. โWhere the hel are you!!!โ โJust sign the divorce, William Nash.โ Her calm voice was devoid of the desperation from last night. โThen you're fr-ee to have kids with any woman you want.โ She hung up instantly, leaving him in a daze. For several minutes, Liam stood in the same spot, staring at the papers, not believing his eyes. Was she really serious? Then a thought came to his mind and he snickered. After trying all possible means, she resorted to this silly trick to get his attention. That crazy woman never ran out of ideas. Well, an hour was enough for her to return to her senses. She'd soon beg him and claim it was a joke. With that in mind, Liam got ready and left for his company. In the afternoon, he found himself thinking about her tantrum, unable to finish any work. So he took his phone and called the house's telephone, knowing she'd answer it. But instead of Haley, the maid answered the phone. โMr. Nash, is there something you need?โ โWhere's Haley?โ Liam gritted out. โUhm, Mr. Nashโฆ Mrs. Nash hasn't come back,โ the maid answered with a sigh. Liam cut the call brutally! Haley! What was she still doing outside? Did she go to his Grandmother to complain about him? When evening approached, Liam dialed the house's telephone again, ready to lash at her. Yet, it was the maid who answered the phone again. โMr. Nash, Mrs. Nash didn't return.โ She sounded worried. โShe has never left the house for this long.โ Liam cut the call. He tugged at his necktie and began pacing in his office, his emotion a mix of anger and disbelief. Haley was going too far. She'd better end this prank before he extended her punishment. While he was walking back and forth, his assistant, Joye, came in with some documents. โMr. Nash, these are from the HR-โ โCheck the money on Haley's card. Is there any change from yesterday?โ Liam interrupted him, his voice sounding desperate. Danmit! Was he desperate? He just wanted to find more reasons to punish that woman in case she spent his money recklessly. โRight away, Mr. Nash!โ Joye returned later, the look of horror on his face making Liam wonder if someone died on his way back. โMr. Nash- Mr. Nash, you won't believe this!โ Joye barged into the office. Liam was impatient. โWhat is it!? And where's the task I gave you?โ Joye opened his mouth wide, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. โIt turns out Mrs. Nash has never touched a single penny on her card! Isn't that strange?โ That was impossible. It was hard to believe. If Haley had never spent a single penny on his card, where did she get all the money she used to bu-y meaningless gifts for him? Those expensive wristwatches, the cufflinks made of gold, the expensive neckties and designer shoesโฆ and also the expensive perfumes she'd stacked inside his closet, not to mention the limited edition sports car she got him as a birthday gift two months ago! Weren't they all bought with his money? Did she swindle them from his Grandmother? After all, she'd always pretended to be nice to his clueless Grandmother in or-der to get close to him. โErm, Mr. Nashโฆโ Joye said, snapping him from his thoughts. His assistant scratched his head nervously, giving him a worried look. โYou look pale and you're sweatingโฆ is everything alright?โ Liam threw him a glare. โIt's nothing.โ โUhm, but, Mr. Nash, if you feel sick, I can call the Madam as always,โ Joye suggested. โBy the way, isn't she an amazing woman? All women out there would lavish your money, but she-โ โGo away.โ Liam chased the noisy guy out. For the first time, he was a bit flustered. But as he sat on his chair, he whispered to himself, โWell, she's a nobody without me. She'll soon run back and apologize.โ Chapter 4 At IvoryRains Apartment Building, located downtown. Haley settled in her new apartment, the small and cozy interior a stark contrast to the luxury and glam of Liam's Villa. Yet, in this mini apartment, she felt somehow at peace with herself. Her mind, once clouded with thoughts of Liam alone, was now clearing up. Every minute of her life had been filled with thinking about him, brainstorming different ways to make the man happy. Even though she loved Liam, it was worthless to live in a marriage with three people in it. Haley could stomach anything the man threw at her, but not a betrayal as big as having an affair and impregnating another woman. Lost in her thoughts, the sound of her phone's ringtone snapped her back to the present. Haley picked up the phone from the small table stand, staring at the contact display name. She'd developed this habit of shuddering in fear whenever her mother-in-law called, and now she found herself repeating the same thing. โHabits die hard, don't they?โ Bracing up herself, Haley pressed the answer button, knowing too well not to put the phone any way close to her ears, lest she risked losing her eardrums. โWhat's keeping you from coming, you stup-id insignificant girl!โ Vera Nash seemed to be in a very bad mood, as her voice blared like a trumpet through the phone. โWhy don't you come and help me clean today! Did you forget it's Monday!?โ Haley pursed her li-ps. Indeed, she used to go to Liam's mother's place every Monday to do house chores for her every week, under the woman's stern command. Haley replied, โI won't go there today.โ โEh? Not coming!?โ Vera shouted, disbelief ebbing her tone. โDo you know who's speaking, Haley? How dare you talk to me like that when you're a barren woman? You should be happy I even let you stay with my son!โ And so began her train of insults. Vera never missed any opportunity to tell Haley how useless she was without a child in the Nash family. Haley digested the insult, always keeping a perfect attitude in 0rder not to anger her mother-in-law. But right now, she felt abu.sed, the woman's insult angering her so much that her body was shaking. โVera Nash, soon there will be someone to help your son have a baby.โ Haley cut the call, something she'd never done before. But it felt so satisfying to hang up on the spiteful woman. She couldn't live like this anymore. Years of hard work didn't get her recognized by Liam's parents. Even if Haley hanged herself someday in the name of her love for the man, she doubted if Liam and his parents would even bat an eye. Why should she live her life for others when she could be herself? With that in mind, Haley unpacked her belongings. She spent half of the day cleaning the apartment, decorating it to her liking, and hanging her clothes on the rack. As the evening approached, Haley left the apartment building, heading to DG Jewelry Corp., her favorite jewelry company. They had recently opened up vacancies for physical applicants. With her portfolio in handy, Haley spent more than an hour in the HR Department, undergoing the initial interviews and some physical tests. โAlthough we're open for applications, this company is top-notch among Its competitors. Don't think you can get in so easily, Young Lady,โ Seemingly amazed by Haley's confidence, the manager warned. Haley only smiled, her rapt attention fixed on the pieces of gemstones scattered on the desk in front of her. Carefully, she picked each one with a holder, crafting an intricate design on the plain golden necklace. It was only a demo that lasted for thirty minutes, yet, the outcome had all the employees gathering around, their widened eyes gleaming with awe and astonishment. โOh my Gosh! I can't breathe.โ โIt's perfect! How did she even do that in such a short time?โ โShe must have years of experience to be able to pull it off so effortlessly without a single mistake.โ โWho's she? Can we see her portfolio?โ However, the manager in whose hands was her portfolio looked a bit pale, his hands shaking. His voice cracked as he spoke, his gaze darting from Haley to her portfolio. โSo it's youโฆโ Haley raised an inquisitive brow, smiling. โI beg your pardon.โ โScratch that! You've been approved, Young Lady. Go ahead and meet the CEO while I forward him your documents!โ The Manager's action surprised other employees. Haley wasn't a bit astonished but relieved that the man was quick-witted enough to grasp the situation and hid her secret. The first floor was the fine jewelry customization area and the fifth floor was the designer's office. She lingered by to admire the pieces of jewelry each encased inside a glass stand. Wowed by the glittering objects and inspired by many designs, she lost track of time admiring the jewelry. Some of the jewelry looked very familiar, and for the first time, Haley was happy, seeing the jewelry on display. For a few minutes, she forgot the chaos and the heartache caused by Liam's betrayal. Knowing it was near closing time, Haley proceeded to the fifth floor. She was about to take the elevator when she heard the most annoying voice. "Haley, what are you doing here? It's such bad luck." Chapter 5 Turning around, Haley came face to face with Leah. Her good mood plummeted instantly, replaced by irritation and disgust when Leah all but flashed her a sweet smile, rubbing her flat tummy. โDo I need to tell you where I'm going?โ Haley replied. โYou're just a mistress.โ Leah's eyes dimmed, and her smile faded into a deep scowl. โI might be a mistress now, but not anytime soon.โ Her tone filled with arrogance, she eyed Haley from head to toe. โAs you can see, I'm here to pick out mine and Will's wedding rings.โ โOw?โ Haley put on a surprised look, feigning happiness. โFinally, someone to pack off my garbage. Congrats, and please talk to Liam and let him sign the divorce papers soon. Or you will still be the mistress.โ Her tone light and full of mockery, Haley was surprised at her own calmness as she stood in front of the woman who literally seduced her husband. Forget it. Liam was no better. Leah's expression switched from white to green, her fingernails digging into her palms. She breathed heavily. โI know you're jealous because you can never give Willy even a single child. Doesn't he hate you?โ Leah went on caressing that spot in her ab-domen, giving Haley a taunting look. โForget it, I wonโt waste my time with you, after all, I'm pragnant now, it's not good for the baby to be angry.โ Disgusted, Haley felt like vomiting. Just how morally twisted Leah was to flaunt an affair in public? They'd only met a few times in the past. Haley once visited Liam's office to deliver his launch to pave the way for their closeness. While the man chased her out, Leah was there and had a triumphant smile on her face. Haley disregarded it. To not irritate Liam further, she avoided getting into a fight with any of his employees. But one day, Liam brought her home for dinner with the excuse that they were just back from a business gala. It had been evident in Leah's eyes that she wanted to covet her husband but Haley didn't mind because she trusted Liam. Very funny! The two deserved each other. Deeming standing there a waste of her time, she turned to walk into the elevator when Leah screamed at her. โStop right there!โ Leah trotted forward on her high heels, blocking Haley's path. โDid you bu-y jewelry here using Will's card, poor bit-ch? You're such a greedy woman, you're getting divorced and you still spend his money.โ Haley pushed her out of the way. โTsk, a cheating man deserves a dumb woman. Who said I came here to bu-y jewelry? I came here for an interview, duh!โ Waving her portfolio at her, Haley snickered. She didn't waste time to watch the dumbfounded look on Leah's face, and she walked into the elevator which took her to the fifth floor. Thereโฆ A stream of other applicants was waiting for the final round of interviews. Haley found an empty spot and sat on one of the waiting chairs. She glanced at her wristwatch nervously, tapping her feet on the floor. With this many applicants waiting in line, it would take a miracle for her to get the final interview. โGosh! I'm so nervous!โ A female sitting beside her shuddered. โI heard the chairman of the design department is so strict!โ Another female whispered. โHe's not only the chairman, but also the CEO of the DG Group,โ said the guy sitting by her right. โAwwwn, Andrew Woods. I heard he is handsome and charismatic. Lavishes money on his women mercilessly!โ Said the girl sitting close to Haley. โI've pulled many stunts to get to this final interview! I have to get this job!โ She added with resolve which made Haley chuckle a bit. โYou're quite ambitious, Amby. Rumor has it that he's married. Can you afford that?โ โSo what? As long as he's willing-โ Haley shook her head. It turned out not all applicants were here for the job. Her gesture caught the girl's attention. She eyed Haley, a look of displeasure evident in her eyes. โYou're not also here to covet Andrew Woods, are you?โ โBelieve me, I'll pass.โ Haley chuckled. โIs she crazy?โ โI bet Andrew Woods will glance at her twice because she's pretty. Isn't he only into pretty women?โ โI think she's just arrogant. Let's see if she even gets the job.โ The females whispered among themselves, making Haley the center of attention. The guy sitting by her right sighed. โIt's hard to believe that you're not interested in the god of money, Andrew Woods.โ He lowered his voice. โYou just earned my respect, Young Lady.โ โYou never know what's inside someone's mind,โ said the girl called Amby. โDon't believe her so easily, she might have a trick up her sleeves just like we all do.โ โAnother thought. She's giving up early because she knows she'll never stand a chance!โ The second female rolled her eyes. โYeah. From the looks of it, she comes from a poor background.โ Laughed the third female. Their words fell on deaf ears because, at that moment, the secretary came out and called Haley's name. โMr. Woods requests to see a lady called Haley. Is she here?โ Haley raised her hand and stood up. โPlease follow me, Young Lady.โ The secretary smiled warmly, leading the way. As Haley followed her into the office, the whispers behind her increased, their voices filled with disbelief and suspicion. Haley stepped into the office. Sitting across the wide mahogany desk was the strong man. The air around the office seemed to thicken, his intimidating presence capable of snatching anyone's breath away. Not Haley's breath, though. Her heartbeat was intact. The man didn't didn't look up, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him, concealing his face. Haley could only imagine, her heart sinking in gloom as she fiddled with her fingers, a slight guilt tugging at her heart. โPlease introduce yourself,โ he murmured deeply, his tone lacking patience. Sighing, Haley cleared her throat, her voice crisp and nervous. โI'm Haley, here to interview for the designer position.โ Instantly, the man lifted his head as if compelled by a rapid force, and Haley saw his face. Chapter 6 The man's expression was masked by surprise for a few seconds, then he laughed. โWhat took you so long to visit my company?โ Haley loosened up. Her li-ps pulled into a happy smile and she ran over and hugged him. โI'm finally here, Brother. How's life treating you?โ โFantastic!โ He stood up and lifted her in the air, his laughter resounding in the office walls. โIt was boring all day long before you appeared. What a huge surprise!โ Seeing the happiness in her brother's eyes as he welcomed her warmly, Haley's guilt expanded. She pursed her li-ps and sighed as he put her down. โWhy the gloomy look? Lemme guess, you miss your husband already just after arriving here.โ Her brother pinched her cheek, taunting her. Then his brows pulled together in a displeased frown. โYou've lost a lot of flesh. What's with the skinny look? Are you on a diet?โ Haley shook her head. It was true that she'd lost a tremendous amount of weight in the past few years. Ever since she married Liam, Haley couldn't help but notice that. The years of house chores had greatly worn her out. โBig Broโฆโ she tugged at his jacket sleeve, acting spoiled. โThe truth isโฆ I'm divorcing Liam-โ โWhat!?โ Her brother didn't let her finish speaking. Looking flabbergasted, Andrew Woods sank into his chair. โYou're pulling my legs. That is the most ridiculous joke ever! Don't you love that guy like your whole life depends on it?โ It hurt to be reminded of how silly she'd been. โYou even went against us, your family, to marry him, remember?โ He reminded her. โSo stop cooking up lies. As your Big Bro, I won't punish you for running off to marry him in secret.โ Blinking her eyes, Haley fought to hold back her tears. She sat beside him on the chair's armrest and narrated everything to him. โSo you see, it's not worth living in a loveless marriageโฆโ Haley was afraid she would run mad someday because of that heartless man. She was even happy she survived the torture of those three years. After hearing her story, her brother sighed. โThree years ago, you left us to marry William. I thought you could live happily with him. I didn't think he'd dare bully you.โ Haley had been so blinded by love that she refused to listen to any word her family said. She ended up getting disowned by her own parents. โHow about forgetting that as-shole and coming home with me today? Mom and Dad miss you,โ her brother suggested. Haley would jump at the opportunity, butโฆ "I'll definitely go back, but not now. As soon as Liam signs the divorce papers, I'll move back home.โ She couldn't meet her parents at the moment. What was she gonna tell them? How was she gonna apologize? Would they be able to forgive her? Her Brother was kind and understanding enough, but sometimes Haley couldn't understand her parents who had a bad temper. Crossing them was one of her biggest mistakes. "In the meantime, how about taking me in as a designer in this company?" Haley asked. "I'm using my first name anyway, people won't know you're my brother." Andrew's eyes shone with happiness. โYou want to work here? As long as you are willing, the whole company can be given to you." โHaha! That's too much to ask, Bro.โ Haley laughed. โLook at you being picky.โ He ruffled up her hair. โIf it's the DG Group you want, I'll hand it all over. You're my only Sis anyway.โ But Haley denied. โI just want to work as a designer.โ Disappointed, Andrew nodded. "I donโt understand. Why don't you let me announce you to a higher position in the company?" That would be too much. Knowing her brother well, he'd insist on giving her the best. So Haley changed the topic. "Actually, I've been working with this company for a long time." Her brother looked pale immediately. โWait, what do you mean?โ โDo you like last month's newest necklace "Treasure"?โ Haley asked. Her brother was speechless. โSo you are โCrystalโ? The most mysterious jewelry designer?โ Haley smiled and nodded. Andrew looked thoughtful. "I wondered why Crystal is willing to work with our company, it's you!!!โ Haley flushed in embarrassment. "I just want to start as a new designer in this company, so I don't need to let anyone else know who I am.โ โWhy though?โ The frown returned to Andrew's face. โYou're an exceptional designer! Everyone's dying to meet โCrystalโ and I can't wait to boast about you!โ The more he spoke, the more embarrassed Haley felt. โCome on, Broโฆ let's keep this our little secret.โ She added, โI'm confident that I can prove myself, and I don't want to attract Liam's attention.โ Under the alias โCrystalโ Haley had designed countless jewelry and sold them out at huge prices. She wanted to feel confident about her love for Liam, so she worked hard to afford the gifts a powerful man like him would appreciate. But instead of appreciating those gifts, Liam left them to rot. The only sensible thing he'd ever done was hand over the sports car she'd bought as his birthday gift to charity. โYou've suffered all these yearsโฆโ Andrew patted her hair gently. โI'll help you get revenge and teach that heartless man a lesson.โ Haley shook her head and whispered, "No need, it's not worth wasting energy on unimportant people.โ โHave you really let go?โ Andrew asked worriedly. Haley nodded. โThe future is bright. I'll never look back.โ โYou've matured a lot.โ Her brother stared at her proudly. โSince you've said so, I'll let him off. Just promise me you'll always be happy.โ Haley hugged him again. โI promise.โ Three years of hardship was enough for her to mature. She would never be stu-pid again. Haley's phone rang, disrupting the silence. Seeing Liam's name blinking on the screen, her eyes dimmed. โHave you made enough of a scene? Now come back home!โ The first words he said when she answered the phone. Haley almost laughed out loud, but his words weren't funny. For three years, she'd gotten used to his authoritative voice always 0rdering her around, but now it sounded foreign in her ears. โWilliam Nash, I told you to just sign the divorce papers. Leave me alone,โ she replied, her low voice calm. 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