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Yes 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๋” ๋งŽ์€ ๋ฌด๋ฃŒ ์ฑ•ํ„ฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณด์„ธ์š”๐Ÿ‘‰ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ๋‚ด๋‚ด ์ˆœ๊ฒฐ์„ ๊ณ ์ง‘ํ•˜๋˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ์ˆ ์— ์ทจํ•œ ์ฑ„ ๋‚˜์™€ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ์ฒซ๋‚ ๋ฐค์„ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ๋‹ค.์ดํŠฟ๋‚ , ๋‚จํŽธ์˜ ์ฒซ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด ๊ท€๊ตญํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋‚ ๋ฐค ๋‚จํŽธ์€ ์ดํ˜ผ์„ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ** ์ž ์—์„œ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ์˜จ๋ชธ์ด ๋ถ€์„œ์ง€๋“ฏ ์•„ํŒ ๋‹ค. ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ ค๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ์ปค๋‹ค๋ž€ ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„ ์ข‹์€ ์ฒด์˜จ์ด ๋‚ด ๋ชธ์— ๋‹ฟ์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ง€๋‚˜์น  ์ •๋„๋กœ ์ž˜์ƒ๊ฒผ๊ณ , ๊นŠ๊ณ  ์ง„ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ๋งค๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋” ์‹ ๋น„๋กญ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž ์— ์ทจํ•ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฐ˜์‘์ด ์—†์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋“ฏ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ ํŒ”์„ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋ป—์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ํ’ˆ์— ์ข€ ๋” ์•ˆ๊ฒจ ์žˆ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋งˆ์Œ๋„ ์ž ์‹œ, ์ •์‹ ์„ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋Š” ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ์˜ ํ’ˆ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์–€ ํ”ผ๋ถ€์— ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค์˜ ํ”์ ์ด ๊ณณ๊ณณ์— ์„ ๋ช…ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ ์˜ท์„ ์ž…์œผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ€๋ ค์ง€๋Š” ๋ถ€์œ„๋“ค์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๋ฌธ์„ ๋‘๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋“ค์–ด์˜จ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์ดํ˜„์˜ ์ทจํ–ฅ์— ๋งž๋Š” ์ฒญ์ˆœํ•œ ๋ฏธ๋…€์˜€๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚˜์‹ค ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์˜†์— ๋ˆ„์›Œ์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋งŒ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ผ์š”." ๊นŠ์€ ์ž ์— ๋น ์ง„ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํž๋” ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐฉ์„ ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ๋‚˜์™€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์›ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‚œ 7๋…„์งธ ์ดํ˜„์˜ ๋น„์„œ์ด์ž, 3๋…„์งธ ๊ทธ์˜ ์™€์ดํ”„์˜€๋‹ค. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋„, ์นœ๋ฐ€ํ•œ ํ–‰์œ„๋„ ์ฒ ์ €ํžˆ ๊ธˆ์ง€ํ•œ ์ฑ„ 3๋…„๊ฐ„ ๋น„๋ฐ€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ์œ ์ง€ํ•ด์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋™์•ˆ ์‹ค์ˆ˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ์—†์ด ์ง€๋ƒˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค๋งŒํผ์€ ๋‹ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๋‰ด์Šค ํ—ค๋“œ๋ผ์ธ์— ์ดํ˜„์˜ ์ฒซ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ธ ์Šน์•„๊ฐ€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ์ž์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๊ท€๊ตญํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ, ์ดํ˜„์ด ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ์ˆ ์— ์ทจํ•ด ์šธ์—ˆ๋˜ ์ด์œ ๋ฅผ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์”์“ธํ•œ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋‚ด์–ด ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•œ ๋ชจ๊ธˆ ๊นŠ๊ฒŒ ๋“ค์ดํ‚จ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ์Šค์œ„ํŠธ๋ฃธ์—์„œ ์ดํ˜„์˜ ํ˜ธํ†ต ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. "๊บผ์ ธ!" ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋†€๋ž€ ๋“ฏํ•œ ์—ฌ์ž ๋น„๋ช…๋„ ๋“ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋„๊ณ  ๋ฐฉ์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์—‰๋ง ๋œ ๋ฐฉ์•ˆ, ๋†€๋ž€ ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋ฒŒ๊ฑฐ๋ฒ—์€ ์ฑ„ ์„œ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ดํ˜„์€ ์–ด๋‘์šด ์–ผ๊ตด๋กœ ์นจ๋Œ€์— ์•‰์•„์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฌผ์„ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, 9์‹œ ๋ฐ˜์— ํšŒ์˜๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์‹œ๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ์ดํ˜„์€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ์‹œ์„ ์œผ๋กœ ์˜์•„๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค, ์–ด๋”” ๊ฐ”์—ˆ์–ด?" ๊ธด์žฅ๋œ ํ‘œ์ •์„ ์ˆจ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "์š”์ฆ˜ ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ ์ฒ˜๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์•ผ๊ทผํ•˜๋‹ค ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค์—์„œ ์ž ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”." ์ดํ˜„์€ ์ฐจ๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์ง“๊ณ ๋Š” ์ƒค์›Œ ํƒ€์›”๋กœ ๋ชธ์„ ๊ฐ์‹ธ๊ณ  ์š•์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ์ž์‹ ์„ ์ˆจ๊ฒผ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์„ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์—ญ๊ฒน๋‹ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ์ด... ๋ช‡ ๋ถ„ ๋’ค, ์ดํ˜„์€ ์ƒค์›Œ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ์˜ท์„ ์ž…์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋Š˜ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์™”๋“ฏ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋„ฅํƒ€์ด๋ฅผ ๋งค ์ฃผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ๊ทธ์˜ ์ˆจ๊ฒฐ์ด ๋‚ด ๊ท“๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์Šค์น˜๋ฉฐ ์†์‚ญ์˜€๋‹ค. "์ง€์œ ์•ผ, ์–ด์ ฏ๋ฐค ๊ทธ ์—ฌ์žโ€ฆ ๋„ˆ ๋งž์ง€?" LEARN_MORE https://weihunyu.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11315 ์†Œ์„ค์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„ https://www.facebook.com/61557428073507/ 724 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 weihunyu.com IMAGE https://weihunyu.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11315&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475080975_1111942757277118_3917443562561678540_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QeFJxygOQJsQ7kNvgFO7Ko4&_nc_oc=AdiOrJuobjvF7-JA4P7WFUgLX0fo4ym7ezUchINV4_3wba6ZMYVC6DunFxFlMLGgApkblNeZbYN9vI8cZw_jg8Cp&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AEIEQlErfi-gfiRMVRpGOx-&oh=00_AYCQ3gZClH-rjyhBkk79w9judVqzQK8BzEHr4WWyy9haCQ&oe=67AF0879 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 ์†Œ์„ค์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„ 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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Yes 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ My husband Killian arrived late after my grandmother's funeral because he needed to be there for his first love. He looked like he ran in his wolf form. His hair is a mess, and his tie is not even tied properly. He was breathing so fast that he couldnโ€™t even speak. My face turned blank as I locked gazes with him. โ€œAstrid, I couldnโ€™t leave early because I had something I needed to take care of.โ€ My fists balled up at my sides as I narrowed my eyes at him. โ€œWas there anything else more important than to be on your mateโ€™s side at the time that she needed you the most?โ€ I shot back at him. His eyes met mine and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of remorse flickered across his gaze โ€œIf only you hadnโ€™t stopped me that night, I would have still met my grandma while she was still alive.โ€ Killianโ€™s grip on the bouquet tightened when he heard my words. โ€œI had no idea Iโ€”โ€œ โ€œI kept telling you that my grandmother needed me!โ€ I yelled, interrupting him from his words. โ€œAll you cared about is Giselle who is pre9nant with your child.โ€ I blurted out finally releasing all the emotions that I have buried down long enough. Killian could not say a word. My heart which has always been heavy, felt lighter than it was after I finally told him the things that Iโ€™ve been wanting to tell him. I glanced at him in surprise when he suddenly crouched down and placed the bouquet of flowers that he brought on the ground where my grandmother had just been buried. โ€œI only came here to pay my respects to your grandmother. Iโ€™m sorry if I was late, that was out of my control,โ€ Killian replied like he didnโ€™t just hear the rest of the words that I said. My breath turned shallow and my heart burned more in anger at his heartlessness. Unable to control myself anymore, I picked up the flowers and thrashed them on Killian until the flowers were all shredded into pieces. โ€œYou are here to pay respect?!โ€ I screamed at him. I threw what was left of the flowers to the ground. โ€œIโ€™m tired of this. If you canโ€™t give me respect, I should at least give myself some respect,โ€ I spoke in a weak voice as I collected myself together. โ€œLetโ€™s just stop this joke and get a divorce,โ€ I spoke firmly, looking at Killian directly in his eyes. LEARN_MORE https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&u Galaxy in the Story https://www.facebook.com/61555427913037/ 2,320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 wwwedb.com IMAGE https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&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/t39.35426-6/473253369_571657389039356_7312257920811038889_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=u-lFyH2jrXoQ7kNvgFukz6B&_nc_oc=Adhop8OxUu02ckYF0f-suv31Rpp-mm2bvi8PRHplc2V5o_Dkj6QUvbeCHwTXdWpJgUhMA1oKOggK7N9CKXj7bqha&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AWot1OYEwHq1WqQmsKfEUvg&oh=00_AYAKqBRml4IC1bCtu9SD8hHUxi5CP9m96C_HSNFlsAig6A&oe=67AF03CF PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Galaxy in the Story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ์ด๊ณณ์„ ํด๋ฆญํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฌด๋ฃŒ๋กœ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณด์„ธ์š”! ๋•Œ๋Š” ๋ฐค 11์‹œ. ํ˜•๋‹˜ ์ง‘ ์•„๋ž˜์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ณต์›์—์„œ ์•ผ๊ฐ„ ๋Ÿฌ๋‹์„ ํ•˜๋˜ ์ค‘, ํ’€์ˆฒ ์†์—์„œ ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋‚จ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ”์Šค๋ฝ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ง„๋™์„ฑ, ์„ค๋งˆ ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ์ง‘์—์„œ๋Š” ๋Š๋‚Œ ์•ˆ ์‚ฐ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด์„œ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ์™”๋”๋‹ˆ, ์™œ ์•„์ง๋„ ์•ˆ ๋ผ?โ€ โ€˜์ €๊ฑฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ์ž๋งˆ์ž ์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๊ณ ํƒœ์—ฐ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•Œ์•„๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ? ์™œ ๊ณต์› ํ’€์ˆฒ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€?โ€™ ์—ฌ์ž ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์•ˆ ์‚ฌ๊ท€์–ด ๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ ๋™์˜์ƒ์€ ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๋งŽ์ด ๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ž๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ธฐ์—, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ง“์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์Šค๋ฆด์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•  ์ค„์€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋„ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ณต์›์—์„œ.โ€™ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์—ฟ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด๋„ ์˜ˆ์˜์žฅํ•œ๋ฐ ๋ชธ๋งค๋Š” ๋” ๋๋‚ด์ค€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋‹ˆ ์ด๊ฑด ๊ฟˆ์— ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋˜ ์ผ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ด๊ธˆ์‚ด๊ธˆ ์ˆ˜ํ’€ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ํ˜• ์œ„์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋“ฑ์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋“ฑ ๋ผ์ธ์„ ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•  ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋งˆ๋ฅด๊ณ  ์•„๋žซ๋ฐฐ์— ์—ด๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์™”๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ์ธ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์•ž์—์„œ ํ˜•์€ ์˜ ๋งฅ์„ ๋ชป ์ท„๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๋‚˜ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š”๋ฐ.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋Ÿญ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•ฝ๋„ ์—†๋„ค, ์ •๋ง. ์ด์ œ ๊ณ ์ž‘ ์„œ๋ฅธ๋‹ค์„ฏ์ด๋ฉด์„œ ์™œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์“ธ๋ชจ๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด? ์•ˆ ์„œ๋ฉด ์‹ธ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†์œผ๋ฉด ์• ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€์ ธ? ๊ณ„์† ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋งŒ๋‚œ๋‹ค? ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ์•  ์‹ซ์„์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ๋„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๊ณ .โ€ ์ž”๋œฉ ํ™”๊ฐ€ ๋‚œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”์ง€๋ฅผ ์ž…๊ณ ๋Š” ์ˆ˜ํ’€ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ๋†€๋ž€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ—๋ ˆ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ๋„๋ง์ณค๋‹ค. ์ง‘์— ๋Œ์•„์˜จ ์ง€ ์–ผ๋งˆ ์ง€๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜์พ…โ€™ ๋‹ซํžˆ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์Šด๋„ โ€˜์ฒ ๋ โ€™ ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋„ค. ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์‚ฌ์ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•ˆ ์ข‹์„ ์ค„์ด์•ผ.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ค‘์–ผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์“ธ์–ด๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋‚˜์ด๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์ˆ˜๋ก ์š•๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์•„์ง„๋‹ค๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜๋„ ์š•๊ตฌ ๋ถˆ๋งŒ์ธ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ•˜๊ธด, ํ˜•์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น„์‹ค๋น„์‹คํ•œ ๋ชธ์œผ๋กœ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ์กฑ์‹œํ‚ค๊ฒ ์–ด? ๋‚˜ ์ •๋„๋Š” ๋ผ์•ผ์ง€.โ€™ โ€˜ํ‰คํ‰คํ‰ค! ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ๊ณ ํƒœ์—ฐ์€ ๋‚ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด?โ€™ ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง„๋™์„ฑ๊ณผ ์นœํ˜•์ œ๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์นœํ˜•์ œ ๋ชป์ง€์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ๋ˆํ•œ ์‚ฌ์ด๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋Œ€ํ•™๋„ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ . ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ์ž ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ์˜†๋ฐฉ์—์„œ ๋‚ฎ์€ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋ฒฝ์— ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์—ฟ๋“ค์–ด ๋ดค๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๊ฑด ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์ด ์‹ ์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ง€๊ธˆ...โ€™ ์ƒ๊ฐํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ๋ชธ์ด ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ผ ๋„์ €ํžˆ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด ๋‚˜๋„ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ฐ”์ง€ ๋ฒ„ํด์„ ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ๋’ค, ๋ฒฝ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์ด ๋‘๊ณ  ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ ์Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ๋ฐ ์„ž์˜€๋‹ค. ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด ์ด์–ด์ง„ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋Š๋‚Œ์— ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์˜จ๊ฐ– ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์™€ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ์ผ์ด๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋‚˜ ์‚ฌ์ด์—๋Š” ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋„˜์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ํ˜•์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์กด์žฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ. ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•œ ์ผ์€ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค. ๋”๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์ง„ ์†์˜ท์„ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์— ๋‘๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ ์”ป์ž๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ์ž ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ดํŠฟ๋‚ , ์ž ์—์„œ ๊นจ์—ˆ์„ ๋•Œ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ๋ฒŒ์จ 9์‹œ๊ฐ€ ๋„˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ถœ๊ทผํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ง‘์—๋Š” ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ ๋‘˜๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์‹คํฌ๋กœ ๋œ ๋‚˜์‹œ ์Šฌ๋ฆฝ์„ ์ž…์€ ์ฑ„๋กœ ๊ตด๊ณก์ง„ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ํŠนํžˆ ํ’๋งŒํ•œ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ง๋ž๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด์š”? ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์”ป๊ณ  ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์–ด์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋จผ์ € ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ธ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ณณ์— ์˜จ ์ง€๋Š” ์•„์ง ๋ฉฐ์น  ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ธฐ์— ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์•„์ง ์นœํ•ด์ง€์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์—ฌ ๋งŽ์ด ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณง์žฅ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์ฐฝ ์”ป๋˜ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์–ด์ œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‘์—ˆ๋˜ ์†์˜ท์ด ๋‚ด ๋‡Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์Šค์ณค๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ณด๋‹ค ์ผ์ฐ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋Š”๋ฐ ์„ค๋งˆ ๋ณธ ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ์ง€?โ€™ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ™•์ธํ•œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. ์†์˜ท์ด ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ณณ์ €๊ณณ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋’ค์—์„œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ฐพ์„ ํ•„์š” ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ด๋ฏธ ์”ป์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฒ ๋ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜๊ทธ ์†์˜ท์— ๋‚ด ์ •์•ก์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋ฌป์–ด ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์”ป์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋ดค์„ ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„!โ€™ ์ด๊ฑด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋‚€ ์ฑ„ ๋ˆˆ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์น˜๋ฉฐ ์•„๋ฌด๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๋“ฏ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ํ˜น์‹œ ์–ด์ œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ ˆ๋ ˆ์ ˆ๋ ˆ ํ”๋“ค๋ฉฐ ์–ด์ œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊ทน๊ตฌ ๋ถ€์ธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”, ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”? ๋‚ด ๋ฐฉ์—์„œ ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€˜์ด๊ฑด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์‹œํ—˜ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด๊ฐ€?โ€™ โ€œ์ € ์–ด์ œ 10์‹œ์ฏค์— ์ž ๋“ค์–ด์„œ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ ์ด ๋ง์„ ๋์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„๋ง์น˜๋“ฏ ๊ทธ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ์™ ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ฌ๋ฌธ์— ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฝ•์ฝ• ์ฐ”๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋ˆˆ์€ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๋‚€ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ์‹ํƒ ์•ž์— ์•‰์•„ ๋ฌต๋ฌตํžˆ ์Œ์‹์„ ๋จน์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฐฅ์ด ์ฝ”๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ์ž…์œผ๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋„ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๊ฒŒ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ด๋‚ด ๊ฑธ์–ด์™€ ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ๋‚ด ์˜†์— ์•‰์•˜๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋Š”์ง€ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ „์—๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚ด ๋งž์€ํŽธ์— ์•‰์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ์™œ ๋‚ด ์˜†์— ์•‰๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ์ž ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚ด ํŒ”๋š์„ ์ฟก์ฟก ์ฐ”๋ €๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์˜จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ์ „๋˜๋Š” ๋“ฏ ์ฐŒ๋ฆฟํ•ด ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€˜์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๋ชธ์„ ๋งŒ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด๊ตฌ๋‚˜.โ€™ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•ด์„œ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์›๋ž˜ ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์ ์  ์ต์ˆ™ํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”? ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ๊ต๋ฅ˜ํ•ด์•ผ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์นœํ•ด์ง€์ฃ . ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์นœํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ๋ญ”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„์š”?โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ธ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์•”์‹œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ธ์‹ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•ด ๋ฐฅ์ด ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์„ค๋ ˜ ๋ฐ˜ ๊ธด์žฅ ๋ฐ˜์ธ ์‹ฌ์ •์œผ๋กœ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‹ด๊ธด ์˜๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋๋‚ด ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด ์งˆ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ญ”๋ฐ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„์ด ๋งŒ๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง‘์€ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์•„์ฃผ ์ง์„ค์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ ˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ญ˜ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ . โ€˜์„ค๋งˆ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ๋‚˜?โ€™ โ€˜ํ˜•์ด ์•ˆ ๋˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ํฌ๋ง์„ ํ’ˆ์€ ๊ฑด๊ฐ€?โ€™ โ€˜์•ˆ๋ผ, ๋‚œ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•œ ์ผ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๊ธ‰ํžˆ ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜, ๋†๋‹ดํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”. ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๋ฉด ์˜คํ•ดํ•ด์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ณง์žฅ ์งˆ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด๋ด์š”. ์–ด์ œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”? ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๊นŠ์€ ๋Œ€ํ™”๋ฅผ ํ•ด๋ด์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€๋ฐ์š”.โ€ โ€˜ํ—‰, ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋†€๋ž€ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋‹ค๋…์ด๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์ € ํ™•์‹คํžˆ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ณ ์˜๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด ์‹ ์Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์˜€์–ด์š”? ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ ์ข‹๋˜๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋…ธ๊ณจ์ ์ธ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์„ ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ง€๋„ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ํ™”๋ˆ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ์š”๋ž€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ถ์„ ์ณ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๊ฐˆํ”ผ๋ฅผ ์žก์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋•Œ. ๋งˆ์นจ ๋ฐ–์—์„œ ๋…ธํฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ง€ํ‘ธ๋ผ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋„ ์žก๋Š” ์‹ฌ์ •์œผ๋กœ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ฐ–์—๋Š” ๋Š˜์”ฌํ•œ ์—ฌ์ž ํ•œ ๋ช…์ด ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์˜ˆ์˜์žฅํ•œ ๋ฐ๋‹ค, ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๋ฐ ๋‚˜์˜ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐˆ ๋ฐ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์—ฐ์˜ˆ์ธ ๋ชป์ง€์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ž ๋ˆˆ์„ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ์ชฝ์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ?โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด์ด๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์ชฝ์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๋ฐ์š”?โ€ ์ œ2ํ™” โ€œ์• ๊ต์•ผ, ์™”์–ด? ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋“ค์–ด์™€.โ€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ดํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™€ ๋‚ฏ์„  ์—ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ์นœ์ ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งž์ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์ดˆ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ณง์žฅ ์ง‘ ์•ˆ์— ๋“ค์–ด์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์†Œ๊ฐœํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์นœํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ, ์ด๋ฆ„์€ ์ด์• ๊ต, ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์˜†์ง‘์— ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์• ๊ต์•ผ, ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋งˆ์„์— ์‚ด๋˜ ๋™์ƒ์ด์•ผ, ์ •์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋ผ๊ณ , ์–ด์ œ ์™”์–ด.โ€ ์• ๊ต๋ผ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ์ด์ƒํ•œ ๋ˆˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๋‚ด ๋น™๊ทธ๋ ˆ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จํ•œํ…Œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ž˜์ƒ๊ธด ๋™์ƒ์ด ๋‹ค ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด?โ€ โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ์กธ์—…ํ–ˆ์–ด. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๋‹น์—ฐํžˆ ์ Š์ง€. ์ Š์„ ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์—„์ฒญ ํŠผ์‹คํ•ด.โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ผ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋Š” ๋ฌด์ฒ™ ์˜๋ฏธ์‹ฌ์žฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ๋งˆ์ € ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ํ˜๋—๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋™์ž‘์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ๋ถˆํŽธํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ํ›‘๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋งํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์„ค๋งˆ ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ?โ€ โ€œ๋งž์•„. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ฆด ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ• ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์› ๋Œ€. ์†œ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์—„์ฒญ ์ข‹์•„.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๊นŒ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ์™€ ์ฒ™์ถ”๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด์„œ์š”. ๊ฐ€๋” ๊ฐ€์Šด๋„ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๋Œ€์š”. ์›๋ž˜๋Š” ํ•œ์˜์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ ์ข€ ๋ฐ›๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์นจ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ์ค„ ์•Œ์ž–์•„์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋ฐ›์•„๋ณด๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ โ€˜๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑฐ์˜€๊ตฐ.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹จ๋ฒˆ์— ์Šน๋‚™ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ด๊ณณ์—์„œ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ณ  ์ผ์ž๋ฆฌ๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ด ์คฌ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ผ ์ •๋„์•ผ ๋‹น์—ฐํžˆ ๋„์™€์•ผ์ง€.โ€™ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด์ง€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋ฅผ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ๊ณ  ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ด๊ฑด ์ข€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€ ์•Š๋‚˜? ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ Š์€๋ฐ?โ€ โ€œ์ Š์€ ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ ์–ด๋•Œ์„œ? ์ Š์„์ˆ˜๋ก ์ข‹์€ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ? ์ Š์–ด์•ผ ํž˜์ด ์ข‹๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ๋„ˆ ๊ฐ™์€ ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ํŽธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ž–์•„.โ€ โ€œ๋ฌด์Šจ ํ—›์†Œ๋ฆฌํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ .โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋ถ‰ํ˜”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์‹ฑ๊ธ‹ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋†๋‹ด์ด์•ผ. ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€. ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด๋ด, ๋„ค ๋‚จํŽธ ๋ฐ˜๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง‘์— ์•ˆ ์™”๋Š”๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๋™์•ˆ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด?โ€ โ€œ๋„ˆ ๊ณ„์† ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ„๋‹ค?โ€ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ท€๊นŒ์ง€ ๋นจ๊ฐœ์ง„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•Œ์•˜์–ด. ์•ˆ ๋†€๋ฆด๊ฒŒ. ๋„ˆ๋Š” ์ ์ž–๊ณ  ์šฐ์•„ํ•œ ๊ท€๋ถ€์ธ์ด์•ผ. ๋์ง€? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์†œ์”จ ์—„์ฒญ ์ข‹์•„. ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ํ•ด๋ด. ์ Š๊ณ  ์ž˜์ƒ๊ธด ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ–์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋Š™์€ ์˜๊ฐ๋ณด๋‹ค์•ผ ๋‚ซ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์–ด?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ์ผ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์˜†์— ์žˆ์–ด ์ค˜. ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ฐ™์ด ์žˆ์–ด ์ค„๊ฒŒ.โ€ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋™์•ˆ ์†Œ๊ณค๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ๋‚ด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋”๋Ÿฌ ๋จผ์ € ์‹œ๋ฒ” ๋ณด์—ฌ๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ตฐ๋ง ์—†์ด ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์—Ž๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์˜†์— ์•‰์•„ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฝœ๋ผ๋ณ‘ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ์†Œ์œ ํ•œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋Š” ๋™๊ทธ๋ž—๊ณ  ๋ณผ๋กํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋•Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ, ์–ด๋•Œ? ์‹œ์›ํ•ด?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‹น์—ฐํ•˜์ง€, ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‹œ์›ํ•˜๊ธฐ๋Š” ์˜ค๋žœ๋งŒ์ด์•ผ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋‚ฎ์€ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋‚˜์™€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ํ™”๋ˆ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ํ„ฐ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„ ๊ดด๋กœ์›Œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ๋ถ€์ž์—ฐ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฝ‰ ๋ชจ์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ๋์–ด, ์• ๊ต์•ผ. ์ด์ œ ๋„ค ์ฐจ๋ก€์•ผ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์†ŒํŒŒ์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌผ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์ฃผ์ž, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ๋ˆ•๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ์— ๋‹ด์š”๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์ฏง, ์˜ˆ์œ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ, ์•„์‰ฝ๋„ค.โ€™ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋ฎ๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด๋„ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฆด ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ๋ฅธ ์ฒดํ˜•์ด์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๋ฐ ๋‚˜์˜ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐˆ ๋ฐ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ„ ๋ฐ๋‹ค ์–ผ๊ตด๊นŒ์ง€ ๋™์•ˆ์ด๋ผ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ๋” ๋Œ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์†์„ ์–ด๊นจ์— ๋Œ€์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ปฃ๋ปฃํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตณ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๋ผ ๋ญ˜ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค์ง€๋งŒ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„? ๊ฒŒ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ์˜ค๋žซ๋™์•ˆ ์ง‘์„ ๋น„์› ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ ์—„์ฒญ ์™ธ๋กœ์šธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ.โ€™ โ€œ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ์‹œ์›ํ•ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์‘.โ€ ๋‚ด ๋ฌผ์Œ์— ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋“ฏ ๋‚ฎ๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๋“ค์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋” ์‹œ์›ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋“ฑ์„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ๋‘ ์†์„ ์ ์  ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ์›€์ง์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ชธ์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋ฅด ๋–จ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ญ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”?โ€ โ€œํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์‹œํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๋ฉด์„œ์š”? ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์ข€ ์ฃผ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ ์‚ด์ง ๊ฒ์„ ๋จน์€ ์ฑ„ ๋งํ–ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌต์ธ์„ ์–ป์ž ๋‚ด ์†์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์œ„๋กœ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ๊พน๊พน ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋งค์šฐ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜์–ด ํ•œ ์†์— ์žกํž ์ •๋„์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋Š” ๊ทธ์— ๋น„ํ•ด ํฌ๊ณ  ํ†ตํ†ตํ•œ ์• ํ”Œํž™์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์–ด๊นจ๋Š” ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌธ์ œ์—†์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค? ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™œ์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถˆ์•ˆํ•œ ๋“ฏ ๋ฌป๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•ด์š”. ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•˜๋ฉด ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์‹ ์žฅ์€ ๋ณดํ†ต ๋‚จ์žํ•œํ…Œ ์ค‘์š”ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„์š”. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฌ์ž๋ผ์„œ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ด€์—†๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”?โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์˜คํ•ด์˜ˆ์š”. ๋‚จ์ž๋“  ์—ฌ์ž๋“  ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ๋‘ ๊ฐœ์ธ ๊ฑด ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ž–์•„์š”. ๋ณดํ†ต ์‹ ์žฅํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‚จ์„ฑ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์—ฌ์ž๋„ ๊ธฐํ˜ˆ์ด ๋ถ€์กฑํ•˜๋ฉด ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์–ผ๊ตด์ƒ‰์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ธฐํ˜ˆ์ด ๋ถ€์กฑํ•ด์„œ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”. ์ด๊ฑธ ์žฅ๊ธฐ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐฉ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ƒ๊ธฐ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์–ด๋–กํ•ด์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌป์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ์”ฉ ์ž…๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‹ฌ๊ฐํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ํ•œ๋™์•ˆ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚˜์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค˜์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ์†์„ ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ปฃ๋ปฃํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตณ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ–‰๋™ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด ์†์€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ์Šค์น˜๋ฉฐ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋˜ ๋‹ด์š”๋ฅผ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๊ฑท์–ด๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฐฑ์˜ฅ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ƒˆํ•˜์–€ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์—ญ์‹œ๋‚˜ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์„ ์ ์  ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚ด๋ ค ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ฐœ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋ฐœ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ ํ˜ˆ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊พน๊พน ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ ์Œ์„ ๋‚ด๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์› ๋Š”์ง€ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์ƒˆ๋นจ๊ฐœ์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฐ€์œ ํ˜ธํก์„ ๊ฐ€๋‹ค๋“ฌ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”, ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์„œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ฐœ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ค ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์น˜๋งˆ ์†์„ ํ›”์ณ๋ดค๋Š”๋ฐ ์•„์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ๋„ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ฝ‰ ๋ชจ์œผ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ํƒ“์— ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋™์•ˆ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งŒ์กฑ์Šค๋Ÿฝ์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ํ˜น์‹œ ํ‰์†Œ์— ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š”? ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์Šฌ์ฉ ์Šค์ณ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€˜์ €๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ?โ€™ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆ๋‹นํ• ๊นŒ ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ฌด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋™์˜ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ญ, ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”.โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํฅ๋ถ„ํ•œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ์†ŒํŒŒ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋” ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ถ™์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ๋ฐ˜๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ„์›Œ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ ๋ถ„๊ณ ๋ถ„ ๋’ค๋Œ์•„ ์†ŒํŒŒ ์œ„์— ๋ฐ˜๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ„์› ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž‘์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ด‰๊ธ‹ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์†Ÿ์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์—ฌ์ž ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋งŒ์ ธ ๋ณธ ์  ์—†์–ด ์ž”๋œฉ ๊ธด์žฅํ•œ ์ฑ„๋กœ ์†์„ ๋ป—์œผ๋ ค๋Š” ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์–ด๋จธ, ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์ง„๋„ ๋น ๋ฅด๋„ค.โ€ ์ œ3ํ™” ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“์„ ํ•œ ์–ด๋ฆฐ์• ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์—ฌ๊ธด ์–ด์ฉ ์ผ์ด์—์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ์ž˜๋ชป์„ ์ €์ง€๋ฅธ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์–‘ ๋ณผ์€ ์–ด๋Š์ƒˆ ์‚ฌ๊ณผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด๋ฅด์ต์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ๋‚˜๋ž‘ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์•„๋ฌด ์ผ๋„ ์—†์—ˆ์–ด. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ด์„œ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค€ ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ด์•ผ.โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๊ตฌ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์ ˆ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹Œ๋ฐ, ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ธด์žฅํ•ด? ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์ •๋ง ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“์ด๋ผ๋„ ํ–ˆ์–ด?โ€ ๋‚˜์™€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋™์‹œ์— ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ €์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์™€ ๋™์‹œ์— ๋‹นํ˜น์Šค๋Ÿฌ์› ๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐํžˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค ํ•˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ, ๋งŒ์•ฝ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์•Œ๋ฉด ๋ถ„๋ช… ์ซ“์•„๋‚ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ.โ€™ ๊ทธ๋•Œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์•ˆ์ ˆ๋ถ€์ ˆ๋ชปํ•˜๋”๋‹ˆ ์ผ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ํ•‘๊ณ„๋กœ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ์ง‘์„ ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋’ท๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฉํ•ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋’ค์— ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”?โ€ โ€œ๋„ค?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ํ•œํ…Œ์„œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ๋ง๊นŒ์ง€ ๋”๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ข‹์ฃ . ์˜ˆ์˜๊ณ  ๋ชธ๋งค๋„ ์ข‹๊ณ  ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ๋„ ์ข‹์ž–์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์˜ํ–ฅ ์žˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋†€๋ผ์›€์„ ๊ฐ์ถœ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์Œ๋„ ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋ณด๋ ค๋˜ ๊ฑธ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ๋– ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ผ๊นŒ ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ •๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ธด์žฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํŒ”์„ ์žก์œผ๋ฉฐ ์†๋“ฑ์„ ํ†กํ†ก ๋‘๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ธด์žฅํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ผ์š”.โ€ โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์ € ๋‚œ์ฒ˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐํžˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ํ’ˆ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ๊ฐํžˆ๋ผ๊ณ ์š”? ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‹จ๋‹จํ•ด์กŒ์œผ๋ฉด์„œ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ํ˜๊ธ‹๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ชฝํŒ”๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. โ€œ์™€, ์‚ฌ์ด์ฆˆ ๋ณดํ†ต ์•„๋‹ˆ๋„ค์š”.โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ผ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ๋ณ€ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ง์„ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜ ๋†๋‹ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ์• ๊ต์™€ ์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์š”. ํ˜• ๋„์™€์ฃผ๋Š” ์…ˆ ์น˜๊ณ .โ€ โ€˜๋ญ์ง€? ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ์ž๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ํ˜•๊ณผ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ด€์ด์ง€?โ€™ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์•‰ํžˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์™€ ์• ๊ต์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ํ˜„์žฌ ์‚ฌ์—… ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ๋ฐ–์— ์• ์ธ์ด ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จํ•œํ…Œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ์ฐพ์•„ ์ž๊ธฐ ์•„๋‚ด ๊ผฌ์…”๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€ํƒํ–ˆ๋Œ€์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ดํ˜ผํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. ์ด์ œ ์•Œ๊ฒ ์ฃ ?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฐ์‹  ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์•Œ์•„๋“ค์€ ๊ฑด ํ™•์‹คํ•˜๋‚˜ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์˜ˆ์œ ์—ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ทธ ๋‚จํŽธ์€ ์™œ ๋ฐ”๋žŒํ”ผ์šฐ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€?โ€™ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊นŠ์€ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ๋น ์ ธ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์ง‘์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„!โ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•„ํŒŒ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์ง€๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฐ์‹  ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ €์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•„์นจ์— ํ•œ ๋ง ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•ด์š”? ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ •ํ™•ํ•œ ๊ณณ์— ์จ์•ผ ํ•ด์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ๋ฐ˜๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์†๋ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋Œ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋Œ€์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋งŒ ์†์“ฐ๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด์˜ฌ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์ž๋ณธ ์  ์—†์ฃ ? ์ด๋ฒˆ์ด ๊ธฐํšŒ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์„์ˆ˜๋ก ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ์•„๋žซ๋ฐฐ์— ์—ด๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋ชฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šฐ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•œ ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋‚˜๋งˆ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•˜์„ ํ…๋ฐ. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฟˆ์ฉ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์ž ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์€์€ํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์ฝ”๋์„ ๊ฐ„์ง€๋Ÿฝํ˜”๋‹ค. ์ „์— ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ์•‰์€ ์  ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์˜จ๋„๊นŒ์ง€ ๋Š๊ปด์งˆ ์ •๋„๋ผ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฝฉ๋‹ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ํ•œํŽธ ๊ธด์žฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œ์š”? ๊ฑฑ์ •๋ผ์š”?โ€ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌป๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ•„์‚ฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์ด๊ฑด ๋ฌด์„œ์šด ์ •๋„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์•„์ฃผ ๊ฒ์ด ๋‚˜ ๋ฏธ์น  ์ง€๊ฒฝ์ด๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž ์นœ๊ตฌ๋„ ์‚ฌ๊ท€์–ด ๋ณธ ์  ์—†๋Š” ๋‚˜๋”๋Ÿฌ ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋ผ๋‹ˆ. ๋ฌด์„ญ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋‚ด ์†์„ ์žก์œผ๋ฉฐ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๋“ค์€ ์  ์—†๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ƒ๋Œ€๋Š” ์™ธ๋กœ์šด ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ผ ๋งˆ์Œ๊ป ๊ผฌ์…”๋„ ๋ผ์š”. ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํšจ๊ณผ์ ์ธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์„ฑ์š•์„ ์ž๊ทนํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์„ฑ์š•์ด ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋“์–ด์˜ค๋ฅด๋ฉด ๋์ด ์—†๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”. ๊ทธ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋ฉด ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•ˆ ํ•ด๋„ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ผ์ด ํ’€๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑด์„ฑ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€์ง€๋งŒ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐ๋กœ ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์—๋Š” ์•„์นจ์— ๋“ค์€ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ผ์ง€ ์ƒ์ƒํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜ ์ปค์š”?โ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ฌผ์Œ์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”์ง ๊ธด์žฅํ–ˆ๊ณ , ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ง๋ผ ๋„‹์„ ์žƒ์€ ๋“ฏ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ โ€œ๋งŒ์ง€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”?โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ”ผ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ๊พธ๋กœ ์†Ÿ๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ  ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์œ™์œ™ ์šธ๋ ค ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™€ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋‚ด ๋ชธ์— ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋ณด๋ผ๋„ ๋œ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์˜จํ†ต ๋ฐฑ์ง€์žฅ์ด ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ๋ฉด ์‹ถ์€ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ . ๋ฏผ๋งํ•ดํ•  ๊ฑฐ ๋ญ ์žˆ์–ด์š”? ์ด๊ฑด ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋ณธ๋Šฅ์ ์ธ ์š•๊ตฌ์˜ˆ์š”. ํ’€ ๋•Œ๋Š” ํ’€์–ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์ด๋ฅผ ์•…๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋งŒ์ง€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„์ฃผ ๋งŽ์•„.โ€ โ€œํ•˜ํ•˜ํ•˜, ์ž˜ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•ด ๋ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋ฌด์„œ์šธ ๊ฑฐ ์—†์ž–์•„์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ ์š•๊ตฌ๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ํ’€์–ด์š”. ํ˜•์ˆ˜์ธ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ. ์•Œ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋‚˜๋ฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚œ ๋˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ชธ ๋ฐ”์น˜๋ ค ํ•˜๋Š” ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•ด์ง€๋Š”์ง€ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์ณ์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€์ž–์•„.โ€™ โ€˜ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜คํžˆ๋ ค ์ข‹์•„. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งŒ์•ฝ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ƒ๊ธฐ๋ฉด ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด์„œ ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๋‹ค๋Š” ํ•‘๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋„์™€ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ํ„ฐ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์†์žฅ๋‚œ๋„ ์ ๋‹นํžˆ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ชธ์— ์ข‹๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚˜์น˜๋ฉด ๋ชธ์ด ์ƒํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋œป๋ฐ–์—๋„ ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›”์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๋Š” ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์—์„œ ์—ฌ์ž ํŒฌํ‹ฐ ํ•œ ์žฅ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊นŠ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ์ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ทธ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ง์•„์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ์ˆ˜์—†์ด ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์ง„์ •ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜, ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์— ์•„์นจ์— ๋ดค๋˜ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—์„œ ์•…๋งˆ์˜ ์†์‚ญ์ž„์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ ํ˜นํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์†์žฅ๋‚œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ธ๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„. ์ด๊ฑด ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ์–ป์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ผ๊ณ , ๋†“์น˜๋ฉด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ๊ธฐํšŒ๋„ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ์†์‚ญ์ž„์— ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์†์„ ๋ป—์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ œ4ํ™” ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋ฅธํ•œ ๋ฐ๋‹ค ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฐฐ์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์†์— ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋Š๊ปด์ง€์ž ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์•„์นจ์— ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์—ฟ๋“ค์—ˆ๋˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‡Œ๋ฆฌ์— ์žฌ์ƒ๋˜๋ฉฐ ์ ์ฐจ ํฅ๋ถ„๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ญ˜ ์ง„์งœ๋กœ ํ•  ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์ง€๋งŒ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋กœ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ค‘์–ผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ฒจํŠธ๋ฅผ ํ’€๊ณ  ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ€์–ด ๋„ฃ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด ์†์ด ์•„๋ž˜์— ๋‹ฟ์œผ๋ ค ํ•  ๋•Œ ๋…ธํฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๊ณ , ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋†€๋ž€ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ฟœ์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์ง‘์— ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋‘˜๋ฟ์ด๋‹ˆ ๋…ธํฌํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๊ฒ ์ง€?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ๊ทธ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋‚ด ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›” ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์— ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค ๋†“๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์„ธ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์•ˆ์—์„œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€˜์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง์„ ๋ฌป๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ ?โ€™ โ€œ๋„ค? ์•„, ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐ”๋ ค์„œ ๋ง์„ ๋”๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋–จ์–ด์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฒ ๋ ํ•ด ์‹์€๋•€์„ ์ค„์ค„ ํ˜๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ฐœ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•ด๋„ ๋ณธ์ธ๊ณผ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์•ˆ ๋œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ช…ํ™•ํžˆ ๋งํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ง“์„ ํ•œ ๊ฑธ ๋“คํ‚ค๋ฉด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ณธ์ธ ๋ง์„ ์•ˆ ๋“ฃ๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด ์ซ“์•„๋‚ด๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•˜์ง€?โ€™ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ์ƒํ™ฉ์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ์จ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ •๋ง ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํŒŒ์„œ ์‹์€๋•€์ด ๋‚œ ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ด์—์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์‹์€๋•€์ด ์™œ ๋‚˜์š”? ํ˜น์‹œ ์–ด๋”” ์•„ํŒŒ์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์ด๋‚ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ข€ ๋ถˆํŽธํ•ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋ฌธ ์ข€ ์—ด์–ด๋ด์š”. ์–ด๋”” ๋ด๋ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ์ด, ์ด์ œ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋‚ด์™ธํ•  ๊ฑฐ ๋ญ ์žˆ์–ด์š”? ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์—๋Š” ์•„์ง ์• ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ ์—ด์–ด์š”.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์‹ค๋ง๊ฐ์ด ํœ˜๋ชฐ์•„์ณค๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋ˆˆ์— ๊ณ ์ž‘ ์• ์˜€๋‹ค๋‹ˆ. ์–ด์ฉ์ง€ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์—†๋”๋ผ๋‹ˆ. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‚˜ ๋ณด๋„ค.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์—ฌ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›”์„ ๋†“์€ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์ฐ”๋ ค ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์น  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ ธ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„, ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๊ธ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ํ”๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ •๋ง์ด์—์š”? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋นจ๊ฐœ์š”? ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด์š”. ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋‚ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋กœ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉํ•ดํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ?โ€ โ€˜๋ญ์•ผ? ์ฒœ๋ฆฌ์•ˆ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ง€๋…”๋‚˜? ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ €๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ท€์‹ ๊ฐ™์ด ๋‹ค ์•Œ์ง€?โ€™ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ํ›‘๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ๋ถ€๋ฆฐ ์ฑ„ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์ž ์˜์‹ฌ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ดˆ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์„œ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ง€๊ทธ์‹œ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ช…์„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ชธ์„ ๊ณง๊ฒŒ ํŽธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•œ ์ƒํƒœ์ธ ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋“ค์ผœ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋„ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ํ”ผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ์Šค๋ž€ํžˆ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ญ˜ ํ•˜๋ ค๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋„์ €ํžˆ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•ผ๋ฆ‡ํ•œ ์ž์„ธ์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ์ƒ์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฉํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ๋Š”๊ฐ€? โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ด๋žฌ์œผ๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ์š”?โ€ ๋™๊ฒฝ์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์— ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋ฐฑ์ง€์žฅ์ด ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ๋ฏธ์นœ ๋“ฏ์ด ์š”๋™์ณ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ๋ง‰์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„์ง์€ ์š•๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ํ’€์ง€ ๋งˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ณต๋žตํ•  ๋™๋ ฅ์ด ์ƒ๊ธฐ์ฃ .โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋‚˜ ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋Š”๋ฐ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ ์–ด์ฉ” ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿผ์„ ํƒ€๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์šฐ์„  ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ์˜คํ”ˆํ•ด์•ผ์ฃ . ์† ์น˜์›Œ์š”. ๋‚˜๋„ ์‚ฐ์ „์ˆ˜์ „ ๊ฒช์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ธ๋ฐ, ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑธ ๋ชป ๊ฒช์–ด๋ดค์„๊นŒ์š”?โ€ โ€˜๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ์ด ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‚จ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹Œ๊ฐ€? ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์ด ๋‚จ์•„๋‚˜์งˆ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ .โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์•„์šฐ์„ฑ์ณค๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜์™€์š”. ์• ๊ตํ•œํ…Œ ์ „ํ™”ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฐ™์ด ์‡ผํ•‘ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์ด์–ด์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”. ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์• ๊ต๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์— ์ดˆ๋Œ€ํ• ์ง€ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€๋˜๋„ค์š”. ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•ด์•ผ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ํ˜•๋„ค ํšŒ์‚ฌ๋„ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์ œ์ž๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ”๋“ค๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ™€๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋‚˜ ์—ญ์‹œ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์—์„œ ๋Š๋ฆฟ๋Š๋ฆฟ ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜์™”์ง€๋งŒ, ์†์€ ์˜จํ†ต ๋•€์œผ๋กœ ์ –์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ฐธ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ํƒ“์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งค๋ฒˆ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์‹์œผ๋กœ ์ž๊ทน๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ’€ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋ฏธ์น  ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์•‰์•„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์ „ํ™”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•ˆ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ ? ์™œ? ์•ˆ๋ผ, ๋‚˜๋ž‘ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์ž. ์•ˆ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋ฉด ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋”๋Ÿฌ ๋„ˆ ์•ˆ์•„์„œ ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜ค๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค?โ€ โ€œ๋ญ? ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌดํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ ? ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋‚˜ ์›๋ž˜ ์ด๋ž˜. ์–ด๋–กํ•  ๊ฑด๋ฐ?โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์•ฝ์†ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค? 5๋ถ„ ๋’ท๋ฌธ ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด๊ฒŒ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋Š์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ•ด๊ฒฐํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ฐ€์„œ ์˜ท ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์–ด์š”. ์ด๋”ฐ๊ฐ€ ์šด์ „ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•ด์š”, ์ž๊พธ ๋’ค์ชฝ์„ ๋ด์•ผ ํ•ด์š”, ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์˜ท ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚ด์‹ฌ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋งํ•œ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ญ˜๊นŒ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋‚ด ์˜ท์„ ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…๊ณ  ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ฌธ ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ์–ผ๋งˆ ์ง€๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ถ‰์€ ์›ํ”ผ์Šค๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜์–€ ํ”ผ๋ถ€๋ฅผ ๋” ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ , V๋„ฅ์ด๋ผ ๊ฐ€์Šด๊ณจ์ด ํ›คํžˆ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„‹์„ ์žƒ๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ€ ์ข‹์„ ์ค„์€ ์•Œ์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ์ •๋„์ผ ์ค„์ด์•ผ.โ€™ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฐ˜์‘์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ์†์ƒํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๊นŒ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ๋•Œ๋งŒ ํ•ด๋„ ๋ถ„๋ช… ์‚ด๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์™œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์›Œ์กŒ๋Š”์ง€. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ๋„ ์•ˆ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์น˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์„ค๋งˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฌด๋ก€ํ•ด์„œ ํ™”๋‚ฌ๋‚˜?โ€™ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ๊ณ„๋‹จ์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์ด ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์›ƒ๊ณ  ๋– ๋“ค์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜ผ์ž ๊ฟ”๋‹ค ๋†“์€ ๋ณด๋”ฐ๋ฆฌ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์˜†์— ๋ฉ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กœ์› ์ง€๋งŒ ์ฐจ์— ํƒ€์ž๋งˆ์ž ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉด ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ์ง€ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•˜์—ฌ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ๋ฐฑ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๋กœ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ํž๋”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ์›ƒ๊ณ  ๋– ๋“ค๊ธฐ๋งŒ ํ•  ๋ฟ, ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์–ด๋”” ๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ ๊ธธ์„ ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ณธ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ํ•‘๊ณ„ ์‚ผ์•„ ๋˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋’ค๋Œ์•„๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ค๋ฅด๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๋‚ด ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•˜๊ณ  ์ดˆ์กฐํ•ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ์ฒ ๋  ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ง€๊ธˆ ํ™”๋‚˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋‚˜์™€ ์ธ์„ ์ด์–ด๊ฐˆ์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ธ์ง€ํ•˜์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธฐ์จ์„ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋œป์ด์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ. โ€œ๊ด‘ํ™”๋ฌธ ๊ด‘์žฅ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ํ•ธ๋“œํฐ์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด ๊ธธ์„ ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰ํ•˜๊ณ ๋Š” ์‹œ๋™์„ ๊ฑธ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐจ๊ฐ€ ์ •์ฒด ๊ตฌ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๋ฅด์ž ์ข€์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์†๋„๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ํ˜๋”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. 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Yes 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ์ด๊ณณ์„ ํด๋ฆญํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฌด๋ฃŒ๋กœ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณด์„ธ์š”! ๋•Œ๋Š” ๋ฐค 11์‹œ. ํ˜•๋‹˜ ์ง‘ ์•„๋ž˜์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ณต์›์—์„œ ์•ผ๊ฐ„ ๋Ÿฌ๋‹์„ ํ•˜๋˜ ์ค‘, ํ’€์ˆฒ ์†์—์„œ ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋‚จ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ”์Šค๋ฝ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ง„๋™์„ฑ, ์„ค๋งˆ ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ์ง‘์—์„œ๋Š” ๋Š๋‚Œ ์•ˆ ์‚ฐ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด์„œ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ์™”๋”๋‹ˆ, ์™œ ์•„์ง๋„ ์•ˆ ๋ผ?โ€ โ€˜์ €๊ฑฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ์ž๋งˆ์ž ์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๊ณ ํƒœ์—ฐ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•Œ์•„๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ? ์™œ ๊ณต์› ํ’€์ˆฒ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€?โ€™ ์—ฌ์ž ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์•ˆ ์‚ฌ๊ท€์–ด ๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ ๋™์˜์ƒ์€ ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๋งŽ์ด ๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ž๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ธฐ์—, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ง“์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์Šค๋ฆด์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•  ์ค„์€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋„ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ณต์›์—์„œ.โ€™ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์—ฟ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด๋„ ์˜ˆ์˜์žฅํ•œ๋ฐ ๋ชธ๋งค๋Š” ๋” ๋๋‚ด์ค€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๋‹ˆ ์ด๊ฑด ๊ฟˆ์— ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋˜ ์ผ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ด๊ธˆ์‚ด๊ธˆ ์ˆ˜ํ’€ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ํ˜• ์œ„์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋“ฑ์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋“ฑ ๋ผ์ธ์„ ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•  ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋งˆ๋ฅด๊ณ  ์•„๋žซ๋ฐฐ์— ์—ด๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์™”๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ์ธ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์•ž์—์„œ ํ˜•์€ ์˜ ๋งฅ์„ ๋ชป ์ท„๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๋‚˜ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š”๋ฐ.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋Ÿญ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•ฝ๋„ ์—†๋„ค, ์ •๋ง. ์ด์ œ ๊ณ ์ž‘ ์„œ๋ฅธ๋‹ค์„ฏ์ด๋ฉด์„œ ์™œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์“ธ๋ชจ๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด? ์•ˆ ์„œ๋ฉด ์‹ธ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†์œผ๋ฉด ์• ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€์ ธ? ๊ณ„์† ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋งŒ๋‚œ๋‹ค? ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ์•  ์‹ซ์„์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ๋„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๊ณ .โ€ ์ž”๋œฉ ํ™”๊ฐ€ ๋‚œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”์ง€๋ฅผ ์ž…๊ณ ๋Š” ์ˆ˜ํ’€ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ๋†€๋ž€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ—๋ ˆ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ๋„๋ง์ณค๋‹ค. ์ง‘์— ๋Œ์•„์˜จ ์ง€ ์–ผ๋งˆ ์ง€๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜์พ…โ€™ ๋‹ซํžˆ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์Šด๋„ โ€˜์ฒ ๋ โ€™ ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋„ค. ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์‚ฌ์ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•ˆ ์ข‹์„ ์ค„์ด์•ผ.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ค‘์–ผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์“ธ์–ด๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋‚˜์ด๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์ˆ˜๋ก ์š•๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์•„์ง„๋‹ค๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜๋„ ์š•๊ตฌ ๋ถˆ๋งŒ์ธ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ•˜๊ธด, ํ˜•์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น„์‹ค๋น„์‹คํ•œ ๋ชธ์œผ๋กœ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ์กฑ์‹œํ‚ค๊ฒ ์–ด? ๋‚˜ ์ •๋„๋Š” ๋ผ์•ผ์ง€.โ€™ โ€˜ํ‰คํ‰คํ‰ค! ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ๊ณ ํƒœ์—ฐ์€ ๋‚ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด?โ€™ ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง„๋™์„ฑ๊ณผ ์นœํ˜•์ œ๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์นœํ˜•์ œ ๋ชป์ง€์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ๋ˆํ•œ ์‚ฌ์ด๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋Œ€ํ•™๋„ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ . ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ์ž ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ์˜†๋ฐฉ์—์„œ ๋‚ฎ์€ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋ฒฝ์— ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์—ฟ๋“ค์–ด ๋ดค๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๊ฑด ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์ด ์‹ ์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ง€๊ธˆ...โ€™ ์ƒ๊ฐํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ๋ชธ์ด ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ผ ๋„์ €ํžˆ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด ๋‚˜๋„ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ฐ”์ง€ ๋ฒ„ํด์„ ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ๋’ค, ๋ฒฝ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์ด ๋‘๊ณ  ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ ์Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ๋ฐ ์„ž์˜€๋‹ค. ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด ์ด์–ด์ง„ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋Š๋‚Œ์— ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์˜จ๊ฐ– ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์™€ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ์ผ์ด๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋‚˜ ์‚ฌ์ด์—๋Š” ์˜์›ํžˆ ๋„˜์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ํ˜•์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์กด์žฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ. ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•œ ์ผ์€ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค. ๋”๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์ง„ ์†์˜ท์„ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์— ๋‘๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ ์”ป์ž๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ์ž ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ดํŠฟ๋‚ , ์ž ์—์„œ ๊นจ์—ˆ์„ ๋•Œ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ๋ฒŒ์จ 9์‹œ๊ฐ€ ๋„˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ถœ๊ทผํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ง‘์—๋Š” ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ ๋‘˜๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์‹คํฌ๋กœ ๋œ ๋‚˜์‹œ ์Šฌ๋ฆฝ์„ ์ž…์€ ์ฑ„๋กœ ๊ตด๊ณก์ง„ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ํŠนํžˆ ํ’๋งŒํ•œ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ง๋ž๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด์š”? ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์”ป๊ณ  ๋ฐฅ ๋จน์–ด์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋จผ์ € ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ธ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ณณ์— ์˜จ ์ง€๋Š” ์•„์ง ๋ฉฐ์น  ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ธฐ์— ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์•„์ง ์นœํ•ด์ง€์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์—ฌ ๋งŽ์ด ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณง์žฅ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์ฐฝ ์”ป๋˜ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์–ด์ œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‘์—ˆ๋˜ ์†์˜ท์ด ๋‚ด ๋‡Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์Šค์ณค๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ณด๋‹ค ์ผ์ฐ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋Š”๋ฐ ์„ค๋งˆ ๋ณธ ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ์ง€?โ€™ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ™•์ธํ•œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. ์†์˜ท์ด ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ณณ์ €๊ณณ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋’ค์—์„œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ฐพ์„ ํ•„์š” ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ด๋ฏธ ์”ป์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฒ ๋ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜๊ทธ ์†์˜ท์— ๋‚ด ์ •์•ก์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋ฌป์–ด ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์”ป์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋ดค์„ ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„!โ€™ ์ด๊ฑด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋‚€ ์ฑ„ ๋ˆˆ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์น˜๋ฉฐ ์•„๋ฌด๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๋“ฏ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ํ˜น์‹œ ์–ด์ œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ ˆ๋ ˆ์ ˆ๋ ˆ ํ”๋“ค๋ฉฐ ์–ด์ œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊ทน๊ตฌ ๋ถ€์ธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”, ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”? ๋‚ด ๋ฐฉ์—์„œ ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€˜์ด๊ฑด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์‹œํ—˜ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด๊ฐ€?โ€™ โ€œ์ € ์–ด์ œ 10์‹œ์ฏค์— ์ž ๋“ค์–ด์„œ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ ์ด ๋ง์„ ๋์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„๋ง์น˜๋“ฏ ๊ทธ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ์™ ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹ฌ๋ฌธ์— ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฝ•์ฝ• ์ฐ”๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋ˆˆ์€ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๋‚€ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ์‹ํƒ ์•ž์— ์•‰์•„ ๋ฌต๋ฌตํžˆ ์Œ์‹์„ ๋จน์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฐฅ์ด ์ฝ”๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ์ž…์œผ๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋„ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๊ฒŒ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ด๋‚ด ๊ฑธ์–ด์™€ ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ๋‚ด ์˜†์— ์•‰์•˜๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋Š”์ง€ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ „์—๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚ด ๋งž์€ํŽธ์— ์•‰์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ์™œ ๋‚ด ์˜†์— ์•‰๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ์ž ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚ด ํŒ”๋š์„ ์ฟก์ฟก ์ฐ”๋ €๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์˜จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ฐ์ „๋˜๋Š” ๋“ฏ ์ฐŒ๋ฆฟํ•ด ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€˜์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๋ชธ์„ ๋งŒ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด๊ตฌ๋‚˜.โ€™ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•ด์„œ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์›๋ž˜ ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์ ์  ์ต์ˆ™ํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”? ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ๊ต๋ฅ˜ํ•ด์•ผ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์นœํ•ด์ง€์ฃ . ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ์—ฌ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์นœํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ๋ญ”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„์š”?โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ธ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์•”์‹œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ธ์‹ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•ด ๋ฐฅ์ด ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์„ค๋ ˜ ๋ฐ˜ ๊ธด์žฅ ๋ฐ˜์ธ ์‹ฌ์ •์œผ๋กœ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‹ด๊ธด ์˜๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋๋‚ด ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด ์งˆ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ญ”๋ฐ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„์ด ๋งŒ๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง‘์€ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์•„์ฃผ ์ง์„ค์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ ˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ญ˜ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ . โ€˜์„ค๋งˆ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ๋‚˜?โ€™ โ€˜ํ˜•์ด ์•ˆ ๋˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ํฌ๋ง์„ ํ’ˆ์€ ๊ฑด๊ฐ€?โ€™ โ€˜์•ˆ๋ผ, ๋‚œ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•œ ์ผ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๊ธ‰ํžˆ ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜, ๋†๋‹ดํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”. ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๋ฉด ์˜คํ•ดํ•ด์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ณง์žฅ ์งˆ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด๋ด์š”. ์–ด์ œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”? ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๊นŠ์€ ๋Œ€ํ™”๋ฅผ ํ•ด๋ด์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€๋ฐ์š”.โ€ โ€˜ํ—‰, ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋†€๋ž€ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋‹ค๋…์ด๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์ € ํ™•์‹คํžˆ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ณ ์˜๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด ์‹ ์Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์˜€์–ด์š”? ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ ์ข‹๋˜๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋…ธ๊ณจ์ ์ธ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์„ ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ง€๋„ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ํ™”๋ˆ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ์š”๋ž€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ถ์„ ์ณ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๊ฐˆํ”ผ๋ฅผ ์žก์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋•Œ. ๋งˆ์นจ ๋ฐ–์—์„œ ๋…ธํฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ง€ํ‘ธ๋ผ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋„ ์žก๋Š” ์‹ฌ์ •์œผ๋กœ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ฐ–์—๋Š” ๋Š˜์”ฌํ•œ ์—ฌ์ž ํ•œ ๋ช…์ด ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์˜ˆ์˜์žฅํ•œ ๋ฐ๋‹ค, ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๋ฐ ๋‚˜์˜ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐˆ ๋ฐ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์—ฐ์˜ˆ์ธ ๋ชป์ง€์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ž ๋ˆˆ์„ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ์ชฝ์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ?โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด์ด๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์ชฝ์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๋ฐ์š”?โ€ ์ œ2ํ™” โ€œ์• ๊ต์•ผ, ์™”์–ด? ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋“ค์–ด์™€.โ€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ดํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™€ ๋‚ฏ์„  ์—ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ์นœ์ ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งž์ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์ดˆ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ณง์žฅ ์ง‘ ์•ˆ์— ๋“ค์–ด์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์†Œ๊ฐœํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์นœํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ, ์ด๋ฆ„์€ ์ด์• ๊ต, ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์˜†์ง‘์— ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์• ๊ต์•ผ, ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋งˆ์„์— ์‚ด๋˜ ๋™์ƒ์ด์•ผ, ์ •์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋ผ๊ณ , ์–ด์ œ ์™”์–ด.โ€ ์• ๊ต๋ผ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ์ด์ƒํ•œ ๋ˆˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๋‚ด ๋น™๊ทธ๋ ˆ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จํ•œํ…Œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ž˜์ƒ๊ธด ๋™์ƒ์ด ๋‹ค ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด?โ€ โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ์กธ์—…ํ–ˆ์–ด. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๋‹น์—ฐํžˆ ์ Š์ง€. ์ Š์„ ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์—„์ฒญ ํŠผ์‹คํ•ด.โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ผ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋Š” ๋ฌด์ฒ™ ์˜๋ฏธ์‹ฌ์žฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ๋งˆ์ € ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ํ˜๋—๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋™์ž‘์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ๋ถˆํŽธํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ํ›‘๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋งํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์„ค๋งˆ ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ?โ€ โ€œ๋งž์•„. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ฆด ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ• ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์› ๋Œ€. ์†œ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์—„์ฒญ ์ข‹์•„.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๊นŒ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ์™€ ์ฒ™์ถ”๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด์„œ์š”. ๊ฐ€๋” ๊ฐ€์Šด๋„ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๋Œ€์š”. ์›๋ž˜๋Š” ํ•œ์˜์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ ์ข€ ๋ฐ›๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์นจ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ์ค„ ์•Œ์ž–์•„์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋ฐ›์•„๋ณด๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ โ€˜๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑฐ์˜€๊ตฐ.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹จ๋ฒˆ์— ์Šน๋‚™ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•๊ณผ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ด๊ณณ์—์„œ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ณ  ์ผ์ž๋ฆฌ๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ด ์คฌ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ผ ์ •๋„์•ผ ๋‹น์—ฐํžˆ ๋„์™€์•ผ์ง€.โ€™ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด์ง€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋ฅผ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ๊ณ  ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. โ€œ์ด๊ฑด ์ข€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€ ์•Š๋‚˜? ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ Š์€๋ฐ?โ€ โ€œ์ Š์€ ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ ์–ด๋•Œ์„œ? ์ Š์„์ˆ˜๋ก ์ข‹์€ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ? ์ Š์–ด์•ผ ํž˜์ด ์ข‹๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ๋„ˆ ๊ฐ™์€ ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ํŽธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ž–์•„.โ€ โ€œ๋ฌด์Šจ ํ—›์†Œ๋ฆฌํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ .โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋ถ‰ํ˜”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์‹ฑ๊ธ‹ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋†๋‹ด์ด์•ผ. ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€. ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด๋ด, ๋„ค ๋‚จํŽธ ๋ฐ˜๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง‘์— ์•ˆ ์™”๋Š”๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๋™์•ˆ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด?โ€ โ€œ๋„ˆ ๊ณ„์† ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ„๋‹ค?โ€ ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ท€๊นŒ์ง€ ๋นจ๊ฐœ์ง„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•Œ์•˜์–ด. ์•ˆ ๋†€๋ฆด๊ฒŒ. ๋„ˆ๋Š” ์ ์ž–๊ณ  ์šฐ์•„ํ•œ ๊ท€๋ถ€์ธ์ด์•ผ. ๋์ง€? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์†œ์”จ ์—„์ฒญ ์ข‹์•„. ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ํ•ด๋ด. ์ Š๊ณ  ์ž˜์ƒ๊ธด ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ–์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋Š™์€ ์˜๊ฐ๋ณด๋‹ค์•ผ ๋‚ซ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์–ด?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ์ผ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์˜†์— ์žˆ์–ด ์ค˜. ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ฐ™์ด ์žˆ์–ด ์ค„๊ฒŒ.โ€ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋™์•ˆ ์†Œ๊ณค๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ๋‚ด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋”๋Ÿฌ ๋จผ์ € ์‹œ๋ฒ” ๋ณด์—ฌ๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ตฐ๋ง ์—†์ด ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์—Ž๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์˜†์— ์•‰์•„ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฝœ๋ผ๋ณ‘ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ์†Œ์œ ํ•œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋Š” ๋™๊ทธ๋ž—๊ณ  ๋ณผ๋กํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋•Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ, ์–ด๋•Œ? ์‹œ์›ํ•ด?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‹น์—ฐํ•˜์ง€, ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‹œ์›ํ•˜๊ธฐ๋Š” ์˜ค๋žœ๋งŒ์ด์•ผ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋‚ฎ์€ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋‚˜์™€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ํ™”๋ˆ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ํ„ฐ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„ ๊ดด๋กœ์›Œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ๋ถ€์ž์—ฐ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฝ‰ ๋ชจ์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ๋์–ด, ์• ๊ต์•ผ. ์ด์ œ ๋„ค ์ฐจ๋ก€์•ผ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์†ŒํŒŒ์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌผ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์ฃผ์ž, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ๋ˆ•๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ์— ๋‹ด์š”๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์ฏง, ์˜ˆ์œ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ, ์•„์‰ฝ๋„ค.โ€™ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋ฎ๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด๋„ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ ๋ชธ๋งค๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฆด ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ๋ฅธ ์ฒดํ˜•์ด์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๋ฐ ๋‚˜์˜ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐˆ ๋ฐ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ„ ๋ฐ๋‹ค ์–ผ๊ตด๊นŒ์ง€ ๋™์•ˆ์ด๋ผ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ๋” ๋Œ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์†์„ ์–ด๊นจ์— ๋Œ€์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ปฃ๋ปฃํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตณ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๋ผ ๋ญ˜ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค์ง€๋งŒ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„? ๊ฒŒ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ์˜ค๋žซ๋™์•ˆ ์ง‘์„ ๋น„์› ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ ์—„์ฒญ ์™ธ๋กœ์šธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ.โ€™ โ€œ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ์‹œ์›ํ•ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์‘.โ€ ๋‚ด ๋ฌผ์Œ์— ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋“ฏ ๋‚ฎ๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๋“ค์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋” ์‹œ์›ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋“ฑ์„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ๋‘ ์†์„ ์ ์  ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ์›€์ง์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ชธ์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋ฅด ๋–จ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ญ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”?โ€ โ€œํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์‹œํฐ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๋ฉด์„œ์š”? ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์ข€ ์ฃผ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ ์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ ์‚ด์ง ๊ฒ์„ ๋จน์€ ์ฑ„ ๋งํ–ˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌต์ธ์„ ์–ป์ž ๋‚ด ์†์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ ์œ„๋กœ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ๊พน๊พน ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋งค์šฐ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜์–ด ํ•œ ์†์— ์žกํž ์ •๋„์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋Š” ๊ทธ์— ๋น„ํ•ด ํฌ๊ณ  ํ†ตํ†ตํ•œ ์• ํ”Œํž™์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์–ด๊นจ๋Š” ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌธ์ œ์—†์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค? ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™œ์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถˆ์•ˆํ•œ ๋“ฏ ๋ฌป๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•ด์š”. ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•˜๋ฉด ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์‹ ์žฅ์€ ๋ณดํ†ต ๋‚จ์žํ•œํ…Œ ์ค‘์š”ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„์š”. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฌ์ž๋ผ์„œ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ด€์—†๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”?โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์˜คํ•ด์˜ˆ์š”. ๋‚จ์ž๋“  ์—ฌ์ž๋“  ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ๋‘ ๊ฐœ์ธ ๊ฑด ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ž–์•„์š”. ๋ณดํ†ต ์‹ ์žฅํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‚จ์„ฑ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์—ฌ์ž๋„ ๊ธฐํ˜ˆ์ด ๋ถ€์กฑํ•˜๋ฉด ์‹ ์žฅ์ด ์•ฝํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์–ผ๊ตด์ƒ‰์ด ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ธฐํ˜ˆ์ด ๋ถ€์กฑํ•ด์„œ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”. ์ด๊ฑธ ์žฅ๊ธฐ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐฉ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ƒ๊ธฐ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์–ด๋–กํ•ด์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌป์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ์”ฉ ์ž…๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‹ฌ๊ฐํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ํ•œ๋™์•ˆ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚˜์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค˜์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ์†์„ ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ์ด ๋ปฃ๋ปฃํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตณ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ–‰๋™ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด ์†์€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ์Šค์น˜๋ฉฐ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋˜ ๋‹ด์š”๋ฅผ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๊ฑท์–ด๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฐฑ์˜ฅ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ƒˆํ•˜์–€ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์—ญ์‹œ๋‚˜ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์„ ์ ์  ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚ด๋ ค ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ฐœ์„ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋ฐœ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ ํ˜ˆ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊พน๊พน ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ ์Œ์„ ๋‚ด๋”๋‹ˆ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์› ๋Š”์ง€ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์ƒˆ๋นจ๊ฐœ์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฐ€์œ ํ˜ธํก์„ ๊ฐ€๋‹ค๋“ฌ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”, ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์„œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ฐœ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ค ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์น˜๋งˆ ์†์„ ํ›”์ณ๋ดค๋Š”๋ฐ ์•„์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ๋„ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ฝ‰ ๋ชจ์œผ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ํƒ“์— ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋™์•ˆ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งŒ์กฑ์Šค๋Ÿฝ์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ํ˜น์‹œ ํ‰์†Œ์— ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š”? ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์Šฌ์ฉ ์Šค์ณ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€˜์ €๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ?โ€™ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆ๋‹นํ• ๊นŒ ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ฌด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋™์˜ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ญ, ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”.โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํฅ๋ถ„ํ•œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜์ž๋ฅผ ์†ŒํŒŒ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋” ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ถ™์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ˆ„๋‚˜, ๋ฐ˜๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ„์›Œ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ ๋ถ„๊ณ ๋ถ„ ๋’ค๋Œ์•„ ์†ŒํŒŒ ์œ„์— ๋ฐ˜๋“ฏํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ„์› ๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž‘์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ด‰๊ธ‹ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์†Ÿ์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์—ฌ์ž ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋งŒ์ ธ ๋ณธ ์  ์—†์–ด ์ž”๋œฉ ๊ธด์žฅํ•œ ์ฑ„๋กœ ์†์„ ๋ป—์œผ๋ ค๋Š” ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์–ด๋จธ, ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์ง„๋„ ๋น ๋ฅด๋„ค.โ€ ์ œ3ํ™” ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“์„ ํ•œ ์–ด๋ฆฐ์• ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์—ฌ๊ธด ์–ด์ฉ ์ผ์ด์—์š”?โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ์ž˜๋ชป์„ ์ €์ง€๋ฅธ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์–‘ ๋ณผ์€ ์–ด๋Š์ƒˆ ์‚ฌ๊ณผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด๋ฅด์ต์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํƒœ์—ฐ์•„, ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ๋‚˜๋ž‘ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ์•„๋ฌด ์ผ๋„ ์—†์—ˆ์–ด. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•ด์„œ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•ด ์ค€ ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ด์•ผ.โ€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๊ตฌ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์ ˆ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜์ž ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹Œ๋ฐ, ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ธด์žฅํ•ด? ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋‚˜ ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์ •๋ง ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“์ด๋ผ๋„ ํ–ˆ์–ด?โ€ ๋‚˜์™€ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ๋™์‹œ์— ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ €์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์™€ ๋™์‹œ์— ๋‹นํ˜น์Šค๋Ÿฌ์› ๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐํžˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ ค ํ•˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ, ๋งŒ์•ฝ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ์•Œ๋ฉด ๋ถ„๋ช… ์ซ“์•„๋‚ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ.โ€™ ๊ทธ๋•Œ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์•ˆ์ ˆ๋ถ€์ ˆ๋ชปํ•˜๋”๋‹ˆ ์ผ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ํ•‘๊ณ„๋กœ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ์ง‘์„ ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋’ท๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฉํ•ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋’ค์— ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”?โ€ โ€œ๋„ค?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ํ•œํ…Œ์„œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ๋ง๊นŒ์ง€ ๋”๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ข‹์ฃ . ์˜ˆ์˜๊ณ  ๋ชธ๋งค๋„ ์ข‹๊ณ  ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ๋„ ์ข‹์ž–์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์˜ํ–ฅ ์žˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋†€๋ผ์›€์„ ๊ฐ์ถœ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์Œ๋„ ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋ณด๋ ค๋˜ ๊ฑธ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ๋– ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ผ๊นŒ ๋ด ๊ฑฑ์ •๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ธด์žฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํŒ”์„ ์žก์œผ๋ฉฐ ์†๋“ฑ์„ ํ†กํ†ก ๋‘๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ธด์žฅํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ผ์š”.โ€ โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์ € ๋‚œ์ฒ˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฐํžˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ํ’ˆ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ๊ฐํžˆ๋ผ๊ณ ์š”? ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‹จ๋‹จํ•ด์กŒ์œผ๋ฉด์„œ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ํ˜๊ธ‹๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ชฝํŒ”๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. โ€œ์™€, ์‚ฌ์ด์ฆˆ ๋ณดํ†ต ์•„๋‹ˆ๋„ค์š”.โ€ ๋‚ด ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์ผ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์œผ๋‚˜ ๋‚ด ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ๋ณ€ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ง์„ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜ ๋†๋‹ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ์• ๊ต์™€ ์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์š”. ํ˜• ๋„์™€์ฃผ๋Š” ์…ˆ ์น˜๊ณ .โ€ โ€˜๋ญ์ง€? ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ์ž๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ํ˜•๊ณผ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ด€์ด์ง€?โ€™ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์•‰ํžˆ๋”๋‹ˆ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์™€ ์• ๊ต์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ํ˜„์žฌ ์‚ฌ์—… ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ๋ฐ–์— ์• ์ธ์ด ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จํ•œํ…Œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ์ฐพ์•„ ์ž๊ธฐ ์•„๋‚ด ๊ผฌ์…”๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€ํƒํ–ˆ๋Œ€์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ดํ˜ผํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. ์ด์ œ ์•Œ๊ฒ ์ฃ ?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฐ์‹  ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์•Œ์•„๋“ค์€ ๊ฑด ํ™•์‹คํ•˜๋‚˜ ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์˜ˆ์œ ์—ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ทธ ๋‚จํŽธ์€ ์™œ ๋ฐ”๋žŒํ”ผ์šฐ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€?โ€™ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊นŠ์€ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ๋น ์ ธ ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์ง‘์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„!โ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•„ํŒŒ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์ง€๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์—ฐ์‹  ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ €์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•„์นจ์— ํ•œ ๋ง ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•ด์š”? ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ •ํ™•ํ•œ ๊ณณ์— ์จ์•ผ ํ•ด์š”. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚จํŽธ์ด ๋ฐ˜๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์†๋ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋Œ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋Œ€์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋งŒ ์†์“ฐ๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด์˜ฌ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์ž๋ณธ ์  ์—†์ฃ ? ์ด๋ฒˆ์ด ๊ธฐํšŒ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์„์ˆ˜๋ก ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ์•„๋žซ๋ฐฐ์— ์—ด๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋ชฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์šฐ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•œ ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋‚˜๋งˆ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•˜์„ ํ…๋ฐ. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฟˆ์ฉ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์ž ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์€์€ํ•œ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์ฝ”๋์„ ๊ฐ„์ง€๋Ÿฝํ˜”๋‹ค. ์ „์— ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ์•‰์€ ์  ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ์˜จ๋„๊นŒ์ง€ ๋Š๊ปด์งˆ ์ •๋„๋ผ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฝฉ๋‹ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ํ•œํŽธ ๊ธด์žฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œ์š”? ๊ฑฑ์ •๋ผ์š”?โ€ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌป๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ•„์‚ฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์ด๊ฑด ๋ฌด์„œ์šด ์ •๋„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์•„์ฃผ ๊ฒ์ด ๋‚˜ ๋ฏธ์น  ์ง€๊ฒฝ์ด๋‹ค. ์—ฌ์ž ์นœ๊ตฌ๋„ ์‚ฌ๊ท€์–ด ๋ณธ ์  ์—†๋Š” ๋‚˜๋”๋Ÿฌ ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋ผ๋‹ˆ. ๋ฌด์„ญ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋‚ด ์†์„ ์žก์œผ๋ฉฐ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๋“ค์€ ์  ์—†๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•  ๊ฑฐ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ƒ๋Œ€๋Š” ์™ธ๋กœ์šด ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ผ ๋งˆ์Œ๊ป ๊ผฌ์…”๋„ ๋ผ์š”. ์œ ๋ถ€๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํšจ๊ณผ์ ์ธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์„ฑ์š•์„ ์ž๊ทนํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ โ€œ์„ฑ์š•์ด ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋“์–ด์˜ค๋ฅด๋ฉด ๋์ด ์—†๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š”. ๊ทธ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋ฉด ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•ˆ ํ•ด๋„ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ผ์ด ํ’€๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š”?โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑด์„ฑ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€์ง€๋งŒ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐ๋กœ ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์—๋Š” ์•„์นจ์— ๋“ค์€ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๊ณ , ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ผ์ง€ ์ƒ์ƒํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜ ์ปค์š”?โ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ฌผ์Œ์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”์ง ๊ธด์žฅํ–ˆ๊ณ , ์ž…์ด ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋ง๋ผ ๋„‹์„ ์žƒ์€ ๋“ฏ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ โ€œ๋งŒ์ง€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”?โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ”ผ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ๊พธ๋กœ ์†Ÿ๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ  ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์œ™์œ™ ์šธ๋ ค ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™€ ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ๋‚ด ๋ชธ์— ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋ณด๋ผ๋„ ๋œ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์˜จํ†ต ๋ฐฑ์ง€์žฅ์ด ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ๋ฉด ์‹ถ์€ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ . ๋ฏผ๋งํ•ดํ•  ๊ฑฐ ๋ญ ์žˆ์–ด์š”? ์ด๊ฑด ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋ณธ๋Šฅ์ ์ธ ์š•๊ตฌ์˜ˆ์š”. ํ’€ ๋•Œ๋Š” ํ’€์–ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š”.โ€ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์ด๋ฅผ ์•…๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋งŒ์ง€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„์ฃผ ๋งŽ์•„.โ€ โ€œํ•˜ํ•˜ํ•˜, ์ž˜ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•ด ๋ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋ฌด์„œ์šธ ๊ฑฐ ์—†์ž–์•„์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ ์š•๊ตฌ๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ํ’€์–ด์š”. ํ˜•์ˆ˜์ธ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ. ์•Œ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?โ€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋‚˜๋ฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚œ ๋˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ชธ ๋ฐ”์น˜๋ ค ํ•˜๋Š” ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ดํ•ด์ง€๋Š”์ง€ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์ณ์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€์ž–์•„.โ€™ โ€˜ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜คํžˆ๋ ค ์ข‹์•„. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งŒ์•ฝ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ƒ๊ธฐ๋ฉด ํ˜•ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด์„œ ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํ”„๋‹ค๋Š” ํ•‘๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋„์™€ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ฐธ๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ์•„๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ํ„ฐ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์†์žฅ๋‚œ๋„ ์ ๋‹นํžˆ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ชธ์— ์ข‹๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚˜์น˜๋ฉด ๋ชธ์ด ์ƒํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋œป๋ฐ–์—๋„ ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›”์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๋Š” ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์—์„œ ์—ฌ์ž ํŒฌํ‹ฐ ํ•œ ์žฅ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊นŠ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ์ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ทธ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ง์•„์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ์ˆ˜์—†์ด ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์ง„์ •ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜, ํ•˜ํ•„์ด๋ฉด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์— ์•„์นจ์— ๋ดค๋˜ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—์„œ ์•…๋งˆ์˜ ์†์‚ญ์ž„์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ ํ˜นํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์†์žฅ๋‚œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ธ๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„. ์ด๊ฑด ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ์–ป์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ผ๊ณ , ๋†“์น˜๋ฉด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ๊ธฐํšŒ๋„ ์—†์–ด.โ€™ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ์†์‚ญ์ž„์— ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€ ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์†์„ ๋ป—์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ œ4ํ™” ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋ฅธํ•œ ๋ฐ๋‹ค ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฐฐ์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์†์— ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋Š๊ปด์ง€์ž ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์•„์นจ์— ๋ชฐ๋ž˜ ์—ฟ๋“ค์—ˆ๋˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‡Œ๋ฆฌ์— ์žฌ์ƒ๋˜๋ฉฐ ์ ์ฐจ ํฅ๋ถ„๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ๋ญ˜ ์ง„์งœ๋กœ ํ•  ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์ง€๋งŒ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋กœ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ž–์•„.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ค‘์–ผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ฒจํŠธ๋ฅผ ํ’€๊ณ  ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ€์–ด ๋„ฃ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด ์†์ด ์•„๋ž˜์— ๋‹ฟ์œผ๋ ค ํ•  ๋•Œ ๋…ธํฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๊ณ , ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋†€๋ž€ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ฟœ์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์ง‘์— ๋‚˜์™€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋‘˜๋ฟ์ด๋‹ˆ ๋…ธํฌํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜์ด๊ฒ ์ง€?โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ๊ทธ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋‚ด ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›” ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์— ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค ๋†“๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์„ธ์š”?โ€ โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ, ์•ˆ์—์„œ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€˜์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง์„ ๋ฌป๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ ?โ€™ โ€œ๋„ค? ์•„, ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐ”๋ ค์„œ ๋ง์„ ๋”๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋–จ์–ด์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฒ ๋ ํ•ด ์‹์€๋•€์„ ์ค„์ค„ ํ˜๋ ธ๋‹ค. โ€˜ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ฐœ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•ด๋„ ๋ณธ์ธ๊ณผ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์•ˆ ๋œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ช…ํ™•ํžˆ ๋งํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ง“์„ ํ•œ ๊ฑธ ๋“คํ‚ค๋ฉด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ณธ์ธ ๋ง์„ ์•ˆ ๋“ฃ๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด ์ซ“์•„๋‚ด๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•˜์ง€?โ€™ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ์ƒํ™ฉ์„ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์• ์จ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ •๋ง ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์•„ํŒŒ์„œ ์‹์€๋•€์ด ๋‚œ ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ด์—์š”.โ€ โ€œ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์‹์€๋•€์ด ์™œ ๋‚˜์š”? ํ˜น์‹œ ์–ด๋”” ์•„ํŒŒ์š”?โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์ด๋‚ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ข€ ๋ถˆํŽธํ•ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋ฌธ ์ข€ ์—ด์–ด๋ด์š”. ์–ด๋”” ๋ด๋ด์š”.โ€ โ€œ์ด, ์ด์ œ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋‚ด์™ธํ•  ๊ฑฐ ๋ญ ์žˆ์–ด์š”? ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์—๋Š” ์•„์ง ์• ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ ์—ด์–ด์š”.โ€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์‹ค๋ง๊ฐ์ด ํœ˜๋ชฐ์•„์ณค๋‹ค. โ€˜๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜ ๋ˆˆ์— ๊ณ ์ž‘ ์• ์˜€๋‹ค๋‹ˆ. ์–ด์ฉ์ง€ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์—†๋”๋ผ๋‹ˆ. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‚˜ ๋ณด๋„ค.โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์—ฌ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ชฉ์š• ํƒ€์›”์„ ๋†“์€ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์ฐ”๋ ค ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์น  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜น์‹œ ๋‚ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ ธ์–ด์š”?โ€ โ€œ์•„, ์•„๋‹ˆ์š”.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๊ธ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ํ”๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ •๋ง์ด์—์š”? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋นจ๊ฐœ์š”? ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด์š”. ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋‚ด ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋กœ ๋‚˜์œ ์ง“ ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉํ•ดํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๋ฌด์„œ์›Œํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ?โ€ โ€˜๋ญ์•ผ? ์ฒœ๋ฆฌ์•ˆ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ง€๋…”๋‚˜? ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ €๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ท€์‹ ๊ฐ™์ด ๋‹ค ์•Œ์ง€?โ€™ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ํ›‘๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ๋ถ€๋ฆฐ ์ฑ„ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์ž ์˜์‹ฌ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ดˆ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ดค๋‹ค. โ€œ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์„œ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ง€๊ทธ์‹œ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ช…์„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ชธ์„ ๊ณง๊ฒŒ ํŽธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚œ๊ฐํ•œ ์ƒํƒœ์ธ ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋“ค์ผœ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋„ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ๊ฒŒ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ํ”ผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ์Šค๋ž€ํžˆ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ญ˜ ํ•˜๋ ค๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋„์ €ํžˆ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•ผ๋ฆ‡ํ•œ ์ž์„ธ์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ €๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ์ €๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ์ƒ์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฉํ•˜๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฒ ๋Š”๊ฐ€? โ€œ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ด๋žฌ์œผ๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ข‹์„๊นŒ์š”?โ€ ๋™๊ฒฝ์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์— ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋ฐฑ์ง€์žฅ์ด ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ๋ฏธ์นœ ๋“ฏ์ด ์š”๋™์ณ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ํ•œ์ฐธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ณณ์„ ๋ง‰์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ์•„์ง์€ ์š•๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ํ’€์ง€ ๋งˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์•ผ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ณต๋žตํ•  ๋™๋ ฅ์ด ์ƒ๊ธฐ์ฃ .โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”์‹น ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. โ€œ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋‚˜ ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋Š”๋ฐ ๋™์„ฑ ์”จ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ ์–ด์ฉ” ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿผ์„ ํƒ€๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์šฐ์„  ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ์˜คํ”ˆํ•ด์•ผ์ฃ . ์† ์น˜์›Œ์š”. ๋‚˜๋„ ์‚ฐ์ „์ˆ˜์ „ ๊ฒช์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ธ๋ฐ, ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑธ ๋ชป ๊ฒช์–ด๋ดค์„๊นŒ์š”?โ€ โ€˜๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ์ด ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‚จ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹Œ๊ฐ€? ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์ด ๋‚จ์•„๋‚˜์งˆ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๊ณ .โ€™ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์†์œผ๋กœ ์•„์šฐ์„ฑ์ณค๋‹ค. โ€œ๋‚˜์™€์š”. ์• ๊ตํ•œํ…Œ ์ „ํ™”ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฐ™์ด ์‡ผํ•‘ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์ด์–ด์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”. ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์• ๊ต๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์— ์ดˆ๋Œ€ํ• ์ง€ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€๋˜๋„ค์š”. ์–ผ๋ฅธ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•ด์•ผ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ ํ˜•๋„ค ํšŒ์‚ฌ๋„ ์–ผ๋ฅธ ์ œ์ž๋ฆฌ ์ฐพ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ”๋“ค๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ™€๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋‚˜ ์—ญ์‹œ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์—์„œ ๋Š๋ฆฟ๋Š๋ฆฟ ๊ฑธ์–ด ๋‚˜์™”์ง€๋งŒ, ์†์€ ์˜จํ†ต ๋•€์œผ๋กœ ์ –์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์ฐธ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ํƒ“์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งค๋ฒˆ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์‹์œผ๋กœ ์ž๊ทน๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ’€ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋ฏธ์น  ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†๋‹ค. ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์†ŒํŒŒ์— ์•‰์•„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์ „ํ™”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์•ˆ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ ? ์™œ? ์•ˆ๋ผ, ๋‚˜๋ž‘ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์ž. ์•ˆ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋ฉด ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์”จ๋”๋Ÿฌ ๋„ˆ ์•ˆ์•„์„œ ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜ค๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค?โ€ โ€œ๋ญ? ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌดํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ ? ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋‚˜ ์›๋ž˜ ์ด๋ž˜. ์–ด๋–กํ•  ๊ฑด๋ฐ?โ€ โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์•ฝ์†ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค? 5๋ถ„ ๋’ท๋ฌธ ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด๊ฒŒ.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋Š์ž ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ•ด๊ฒฐํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ฐ€์„œ ์˜ท ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์–ด์š”. ์ด๋”ฐ๊ฐ€ ์šด์ „ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•ด์š”, ์ž๊พธ ๋’ค์ชฝ์„ ๋ด์•ผ ํ•ด์š”, ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์˜ท ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚ด์‹ฌ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋งํ•œ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ญ˜๊นŒ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋‚ด ์˜ท์„ ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…๊ณ  ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ฌธ ์•ž์—์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ์–ผ๋งˆ ์ง€๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ถ‰์€ ์›ํ”ผ์Šค๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜์–€ ํ”ผ๋ถ€๋ฅผ ๋” ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ , V๋„ฅ์ด๋ผ ๊ฐ€์Šด๊ณจ์ด ํ›คํžˆ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„‹์„ ์žƒ๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. โ€˜์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชธ๋งค๊ฐ€ ์ข‹์„ ์ค„์€ ์•Œ์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ์ •๋„์ผ ์ค„์ด์•ผ.โ€™ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฐ˜์‘์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ์†์ƒํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๊นŒ ๋งˆ์‚ฌ์ง€ํ•  ๋•Œ๋งŒ ํ•ด๋„ ๋ถ„๋ช… ์‚ด๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์™œ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์›Œ์กŒ๋Š”์ง€. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ๋„ ์•ˆ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์น˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์„ค๋งˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฌด๋ก€ํ•ด์„œ ํ™”๋‚ฌ๋‚˜?โ€™ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ๊ณ„๋‹จ์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์ด ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜•์ˆ˜์™€ ์›ƒ๊ณ  ๋– ๋“ค์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜ผ์ž ๊ฟ”๋‹ค ๋†“์€ ๋ณด๋”ฐ๋ฆฌ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์˜†์— ๋ฉ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กœ์› ์ง€๋งŒ ์ฐจ์— ํƒ€์ž๋งˆ์ž ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉด ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋˜ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ์ง€ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•˜์—ฌ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ๋ฐฑ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๋กœ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ํž๋”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜•์ˆ˜๋Š” ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ์›ƒ๊ณ  ๋– ๋“ค๊ธฐ๋งŒ ํ•  ๋ฟ, ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œํ˜•์ˆ˜๋‹˜, ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์–ด๋”” ๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ ๊ธธ์„ ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ณธ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ํ•‘๊ณ„ ์‚ผ์•„ ๋˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋’ค๋Œ์•„๋ดค์ง€๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์„œํ”„๋ผ์ด์ฆˆ๋Š” ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์™€ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ค๋ฅด๋”๋‹ˆ ์ด๋‚ด ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•˜๊ณ  ์ดˆ์กฐํ•ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋น›์ด ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์Šด์€ ์ฒ ๋  ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋Š” ์ง€๊ธˆ ํ™”๋‚˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋‚˜์™€ ์ธ์„ ์ด์–ด๊ฐˆ์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ธ์ง€ํ•˜์ž ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธฐ์จ์„ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋„ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋œป์ด์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ. โ€œ๊ด‘ํ™”๋ฌธ ๊ด‘์žฅ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์š”.โ€ โ€œ๋„ค.โ€ ํ˜•์ˆ˜์˜ ๋ง์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ์งค๋ง‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ณง์žฅ ํ•ธ๋“œํฐ์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด ๊ธธ์„ ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰ํ•˜๊ณ ๋Š” ์‹œ๋™์„ ๊ฑธ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐจ๊ฐ€ ์ •์ฒด ๊ตฌ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๋ฅด์ž ์ข€์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์†๋„๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ํ˜๋”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์• ๊ต ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ํŒฌํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ My husband Killian arrived late after my grandmother's funeral because he needed to be there for his first love. He looked like he ran in his wolf form. His hair is a mess, and his tie is not even tied properly. He was breathing so fast that he couldnโ€™t even speak. My face turned blank as I locked gazes with him. โ€œAstrid, I couldnโ€™t leave early because I had something I needed to take care of.โ€ My fists balled up at my sides as I narrowed my eyes at him. โ€œWas there anything else more important than to be on your mateโ€™s side at the time that she needed you the most?โ€ I shot back at him. His eyes met mine and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of remorse flickered across his gaze โ€œIf only you hadnโ€™t stopped me that night, I would have still met my grandma while she was still alive.โ€ Killianโ€™s grip on the bouquet tightened when he heard my words. โ€œI had no idea Iโ€”โ€œ โ€œI kept telling you that my grandmother needed me!โ€ I yelled, interrupting him from his words. โ€œAll you cared about is Giselle who is pre9nant with your child.โ€ I blurted out finally releasing all the emotions that I have buried down long enough. Killian could not say a word. My heart which has always been heavy, felt lighter than it was after I finally told him the things that Iโ€™ve been wanting to tell him. I glanced at him in surprise when he suddenly crouched down and placed the bouquet of flowers that he brought on the ground where my grandmother had just been buried. โ€œI only came here to pay my respects to your grandmother. Iโ€™m sorry if I was late, that was out of my control,โ€ Killian replied like he didnโ€™t just hear the rest of the words that I said. My breath turned shallow and my heart burned more in anger at his heartlessness. Unable to control myself anymore, I picked up the flowers and thrashed them on Killian until the flowers were all shredded into pieces. โ€œYou are here to pay respect?!โ€ I screamed at him. I threw what was left of the flowers to the ground. โ€œIโ€™m tired of this. If you canโ€™t give me respect, I should at least give myself some respect,โ€ I spoke in a weak voice as I collected myself together. โ€œLetโ€™s just stop this joke and get a divorce,โ€ I spoke firmly, looking at Killian directly in his eyes. LEARN_MORE https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&u Galaxy in the Story https://www.facebook.com/61555427913037/ 2,320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 wwwedb.com IMAGE https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=16865&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/t39.35426-6/471436633_1111178080715589_6348095694429870959_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7jtOw7mNaggQ7kNvgFgX08i&_nc_oc=AdgchTl9Lz7lj_vpMC1wEZOqn_y1rGi_tMNFJBSAqmcCILSgNt2j-FN1lPfGZUXsbOxmWYm5VvsEFSt6F3EPc5T8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3mtVq559KOsUgHmBinDUrk&oh=00_AYAvSKH8_0HsXjeG7D2MYp7_sfdUjqMS9p7blixd60RVuw&oe=67AF1853 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Galaxy in the Story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 Read next chapter To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethanโ€ฆ" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a bl*de. "You're the one who climbed into my b*d back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi**ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his b*dmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my b*d, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in b*d. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her ch*st. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red m*rk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thoughtโ€ฆ it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one dayโ€ฆ Ethan will end up in my b*d too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You b**ch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancรฉe's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm justโ€ฆ insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame gr*aning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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No 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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ๆ‚ ๆ–—ใฏ่ซฆใ‚ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅฃๅค–ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ตๅฉšใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่žใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ—ฆ้‚ฃใ•ใ‚“โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจใฏใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใญใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏๅคซใฎ่ฉฑ้กŒใ‚’้ฟใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซใใฎๅ ดใ‚’็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆฒป็™‚ใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ2ๅนด้–“ใ€ๅคซใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไฝ่—คๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚ๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆ้€š่กŒไบบใซ็—…้™ขใธ้‹ใฐใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใงใ•ใˆใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ ใ‹ใคใฆใฏๅฝผใ‚‚ๅ„ชๅญใ‚’ๅคงๅˆ‡ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅˆๆ‹ใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆพๆœฌ้‡Œ็พŽใŒๅฆŠๅจ ใ—ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงๅธฐๅ›ฝใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ™ในใฆใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใ‚‚ใ‹ใคใฆๅฆŠๅจ ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใ€ๆน–ใงๆพๆœฌ้‡Œ็พŽใจใจใ‚‚ใซ่ฝๆฐดใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซใ‚‚ใŒใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใŒ้‡Œ็พŽใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆณณใ„ใงใ„ใๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ๅพŒใ€้‡Œ็พŽใฏ็„กไบ‹ใซๅญใฉใ‚‚ใ‚’็”ฃใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใ‚‹ๆฉŸไผšใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏใ€้›ป่ฉฑใŒ็ช็„ถๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅพŒใ€ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ‚นใƒžใƒ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅนด้–“ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—็ถšใ‘ใฆใใŸๅ„ชๅญใŒใ€ใชใœไปŠๆ€ฅใซๅŒๆ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅณปไป‹ใ€ใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใใฎใ‚ˆ๏ผŸใ€้‡Œ็พŽใŒๅญใฉใ‚‚ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใš็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้‡Œ็พŽใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใฏใฟใ‚‹ใฟใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใปใฉๆš—ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅฅณโ€ฆโ€ฆใพใŸไฝ•ใ‹ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ‚ใญ๏ผ ็Ž„้–ขใฎใƒ‰ใ‚ขใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใจใใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎใใฐใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒผใƒ„ใ‚’็€ใŸ่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„็”ทๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ดใฃใŸ้ก”็ซ‹ใกใฏๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ†ทใŸใใ€ใใฎๆš—ใ„็žณใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่”‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒๅ†ทใŸใๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใ„ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšๅฑŠใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ้‹ญใ„้‡ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๅˆบใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฟกใ‚ŒใŸไฝ“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใใšใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ซใƒใƒณใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’้™ใ‹ใซๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฟƒ้…ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณๆธˆใฟใ ใ€‚ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซ็ฝฎใ„ใŸใจใใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไบŒๆ–‡ๅญ—ใŒใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใซๆ€ใˆใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ„ชๅญใŒๅ”ฏไธ€่ฆๆฑ‚ใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€2ๅ„„ๅ††ใฎๆ…ฐ่ฌๆ–™ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใฆๆ€ฅใซๅŒๆ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€็ตๅฑ€้‡‘ใฎใŸใ‚ใ‹ใ€‚ใ€ๅฝผใฎ้ก”ใŒๅ˜ฒ็ฌ‘ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ‹ใคใฆใชใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅผ่ญทใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠๅฝผๅฅณใฏใŸใ ้™ใ‹ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆœฌๆฅใชใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่ณ‡็”ฃใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใ‚’่ซ‹ๆฑ‚ใ™ใ‚‹ๆจฉๅˆฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฏ2ๅ„„ๅ††ใ—ใ‹่ฆๆฑ‚ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ ๆƒ…ใ‘ใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€ๆญฉๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใฟใ€้•ทใ„ๅฝฑใŒๅ„ชๅญใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กŽใ‚’็ดฐ้•ทใ„ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽดใฟใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒไปŠใ€ไฝ•ใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ“ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใŒๅซŒใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ƒๅคซใจๅ‘ผใณ็›ดใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ•ใ‚ใ€ๆ›ธ้กžใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅฝผใฏไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใ€‚ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใจ่จ€ใ†ๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏ็šฎ่‚‰ใ’ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใใฎๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใชใ„ใ‚ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚้›ขๅฉš่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ™ใใซๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใ€ ใพใŸใ€ๅฝผใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ„ใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„็›ฎใงๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœ9ๆ™‚ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๆ—ฅใฎๅ‡บๅ‰ใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใฏๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็—…้™ขใ‹ใ‚‰้›ป่ฉฑใŒใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ๏ผŸใ™ใๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ™๏ผใ€ ็—…้™ขใซๅˆฐ็€ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใฏใพใ ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ็ˆถใŒๅฅๅบทใง็”Ÿใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œ‹่ญทๅธซใŒๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒป็”จใฎ่ซ‹ๆฑ‚ๆ›ธใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚็ท้กใฏ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปฅๅ‰ๆ”ฏๆ‰•ใฃใŸๅ…ฅ้™ข่ฒปใงๆฎ‹้‡‘ใฏใŸใฃใŸใฎ10ไธ‡ๅ††ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไป•ๆ–นใชใใ€ๅณปไป‹ใซ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ“ใ ๏ผŸใ‚‚ใ†30ๅˆ†ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใฆโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใงใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ใ„๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ผปใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ›ใพใŸๅ˜˜ใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใใ‚“ใช๏ผ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผ็ˆถใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹่ก“ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ฎใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏ่€ณใ‚’็–‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆ๏ผๅณปไป‹ใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒปใŒ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ…ฐ่ฌๆ–™ใ‚’ๅ…ˆใซๆŒฏใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸๅฟ…ใš้›ขๅฉšใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ไฟบใŒ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ›ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใ‚’ๆœ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใ€‚้‡‘ใ‚’ๆธกใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹็ถšใใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใซใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€้›ป่ฉฑใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฎ้ก”ใซใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‹ใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ˆถใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฌๆ„ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฏใšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆœฌๆฐ—ใฎๆ†Žใ—ใฟใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใœใ ๏ผŸ 2ๅนดๅ‰ใฎ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ๅฎถใฎ็ ด็”ฃใจ็ตใณใคใ‘ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅถ็„ถใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ่ฃใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฎŸๅฎถใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ไปŠใ€่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ไฝ™่ฃ•ใ‚‚ใชใใ€็ˆถใฎๆฒป็™‚่ฒปใ‚’ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้ซ™ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆŒใกใ“ใŸใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไป‹่ญทไบบใซ็ˆถใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซๆ€ฅใ„ใ ใŒใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็„ฆใฆ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไบ‹ๅ‹™ๅฎคใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใ™ใ้›ขๅฉšๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ๆธˆใพใ›ใซๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏ่–„ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ•ฐๅ„„ๅ††ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใจใŠๅ‰ใ€ใฉใฃใกใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงๅพ…ใคใ‹ใ‚‰โ€ฆโ€ฆๅณปไป‹ใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ไปŠ็ˆถใฏใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ€่‘ฌๅผไปฃใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ใณ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใ™ใงใซ้›ปๆบใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆฏใŒ่ฉฐใพใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ใฃใจใ„ใ†้–“ใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏใ€้›ป่ฉฑใŒ็ช็„ถๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅพŒใ€ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ‚นใƒžใƒ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅนด้–“ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—็ถšใ‘ใฆใใŸๅ„ชๅญใŒใ€ใชใœไปŠๆ€ฅใซๅŒๆ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅณปไป‹ใ€ใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใใฎใ‚ˆ๏ผŸใ€้‡Œ็พŽใŒๅญใฉใ‚‚ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใš็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้‡Œ็พŽใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใฏใฟใ‚‹ใฟใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใปใฉๆš—ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅฅณโ€ฆโ€ฆใพใŸไฝ•ใ‹ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ‚ใญ๏ผ ็Ž„้–ขใฎใƒ‰ใ‚ขใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใจใใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎใใฐใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒผใƒ„ใ‚’็€ใŸ่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„็”ทๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ดใฃใŸ้ก”็ซ‹ใกใฏๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ†ทใŸใใ€ใใฎๆš—ใ„็žณใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่”‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒๅ†ทใŸใๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใ„ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšๅฑŠใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€ๆญฉๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใฟใ€้•ทใ„ๅฝฑใŒๅ„ชๅญใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กŽใ‚’็ดฐ้•ทใ„ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽดใฟใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒไปŠใ€ไฝ•ใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ“ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใŒๅซŒใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ƒๅคซใจๅ‘ผใณ็›ดใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ•ใ‚ใ€ๆ›ธ้กžใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅฝผใฏไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใ€‚ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใจ่จ€ใ†ๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏ็šฎ่‚‰ใ’ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใใฎๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใชใ„ใ‚ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚้›ขๅฉš่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ™ใใซๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใ€ ใพใŸใ€ๅฝผใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ„ใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„็›ฎใงๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœ9ๆ™‚ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๆ—ฅใฎๅ‡บๅ‰ใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใฏๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็—…้™ขใ‹ใ‚‰้›ป่ฉฑใŒใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ๏ผŸใ™ใๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ™๏ผใ€ ็—…้™ขใซๅˆฐ็€ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใฏใพใ ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ็ˆถใŒๅฅๅบทใง็”Ÿใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œ‹่ญทๅธซใŒๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒป็”จใฎ่ซ‹ๆฑ‚ๆ›ธใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚็ท้กใฏ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปฅๅ‰ๆ”ฏๆ‰•ใฃใŸๅ…ฅ้™ข่ฒปใงๆฎ‹้‡‘ใฏใŸใฃใŸใฎ10ไธ‡ๅ††ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไป•ๆ–นใชใใ€ๅณปไป‹ใซ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ“ใ ๏ผŸใ‚‚ใ†30ๅˆ†ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใฆโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใงใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ใ„๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ผปใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ›ใพใŸๅ˜˜ใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใใ‚“ใช๏ผ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผ็ˆถใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹่ก“ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ฎใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏ่€ณใ‚’็–‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆ๏ผๅณปไป‹ใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒปใŒ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ…ฐ่ฌๆ–™ใ‚’ๅ…ˆใซๆŒฏใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸๅฟ…ใš้›ขๅฉšใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ไฟบใŒ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ›ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใ‚’ๆœ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใ€‚้‡‘ใ‚’ๆธกใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹็ถšใใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใซใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€้›ป่ฉฑใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฎ้ก”ใซใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‹ใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ˆถใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฌๆ„ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฏใšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆœฌๆฐ—ใฎๆ†Žใ—ใฟใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใœใ ๏ผŸ 2ๅนดๅ‰ใฎ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ๅฎถใฎ็ ด็”ฃใจ็ตใณใคใ‘ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅถ็„ถใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ่ฃใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฎŸๅฎถใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ไปŠใ€่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ไฝ™่ฃ•ใ‚‚ใชใใ€็ˆถใฎๆฒป็™‚่ฒปใ‚’ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้ซ™ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆŒใกใ“ใŸใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไป‹่ญทไบบใซ็ˆถใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซๆ€ฅใ„ใ ใŒใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็„ฆใฆ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไบ‹ๅ‹™ๅฎคใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใ™ใ้›ขๅฉšๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ๆธˆใพใ›ใซๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏ่–„ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ•ฐๅ„„ๅ††ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใจใŠๅ‰ใ€ใฉใฃใกใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงๅพ…ใคใ‹ใ‚‰โ€ฆโ€ฆๅณปไป‹ใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ไปŠ็ˆถใฏใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ€่‘ฌๅผไปฃใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ใณ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใ™ใงใซ้›ปๆบใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆฏใŒ่ฉฐใพใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ใฃใจใ„ใ†้–“ใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ 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7ๆ—ฅๅพŒใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏ้›ขๅฉšใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ‹’ๅฆใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็—…ๆฐ—ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸไปŠใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้œ‡ใˆใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ใงๅฝผใฎ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ 3ๅ›ž็›ฎใฎใ‚ณใƒผใƒซใงใคใชใŒใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผใฎๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšไปฅๅค–ใฎ็”จไปถใชใ‚‰ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใซไผšใ†ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆถ™ใ‚’ใ“ใ‚‰ใˆใ€็™Œใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ้›ป่ฉฑใฎๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰้‡Œ็พŽใฎๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅณปไป‹ๅ›ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚่ตคใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎšๆœŸๆคœๆŸปใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใ“ใ‚‰ใˆใฆใ„ใŸๆถ™ใŒไธ€ๆฐ—ใซๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ในใฆใ‚’็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใŒๆฅใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฏใ“้œ‡ใˆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใงใ€็ตžใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใฝใคใ‚Šใจๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅณปไป‹โ€ฆโ€ฆใ‚‚ใ†ใ€้›ขๅฉšใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€็žฌใ€้ฉšใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅ†ท็ฌ‘ใ—ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใฉใ‚“ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œๅฎถใงๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏใ€้›ป่ฉฑใŒ็ช็„ถๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅพŒใ€ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ‚นใƒžใƒ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅนด้–“ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—็ถšใ‘ใฆใใŸๅ„ชๅญใŒใ€ใชใœไปŠๆ€ฅใซๅŒๆ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅณปไป‹ใ€ใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใใฎใ‚ˆ๏ผŸใ€้‡Œ็พŽใŒๅญใฉใ‚‚ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใš็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้‡Œ็พŽใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใฏใฟใ‚‹ใฟใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใปใฉๆš—ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅฅณโ€ฆโ€ฆใพใŸไฝ•ใ‹ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ‚ใญ๏ผ ็Ž„้–ขใฎใƒ‰ใ‚ขใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใจใใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎใใฐใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒผใƒ„ใ‚’็€ใŸ่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„็”ทๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ดใฃใŸ้ก”็ซ‹ใกใฏๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ†ทใŸใใ€ใใฎๆš—ใ„็žณใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่”‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒๅ†ทใŸใๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใ„ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšๅฑŠใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€ๆญฉๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใฟใ€้•ทใ„ๅฝฑใŒๅ„ชๅญใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กŽใ‚’็ดฐ้•ทใ„ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽดใฟใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒไปŠใ€ไฝ•ใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ“ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใŒๅซŒใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ƒๅคซใจๅ‘ผใณ็›ดใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ•ใ‚ใ€ๆ›ธ้กžใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅฝผใฏไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใ€‚ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใจ่จ€ใ†ๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏ็šฎ่‚‰ใ’ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใใฎๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใชใ„ใ‚ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚้›ขๅฉš่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ™ใใซๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใ€ ใพใŸใ€ๅฝผใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ„ใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„็›ฎใงๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœ9ๆ™‚ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๆ—ฅใฎๅ‡บๅ‰ใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใฏๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็—…้™ขใ‹ใ‚‰้›ป่ฉฑใŒใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ๏ผŸใ™ใๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ™๏ผใ€ ็—…้™ขใซๅˆฐ็€ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใฏใพใ ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ็ˆถใŒๅฅๅบทใง็”Ÿใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œ‹่ญทๅธซใŒๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒป็”จใฎ่ซ‹ๆฑ‚ๆ›ธใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚็ท้กใฏ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปฅๅ‰ๆ”ฏๆ‰•ใฃใŸๅ…ฅ้™ข่ฒปใงๆฎ‹้‡‘ใฏใŸใฃใŸใฎ10ไธ‡ๅ††ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไป•ๆ–นใชใใ€ๅณปไป‹ใซ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ“ใ ๏ผŸใ‚‚ใ†30ๅˆ†ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใฆโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใงใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ใ„๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ผปใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ›ใพใŸๅ˜˜ใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใใ‚“ใช๏ผ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผ็ˆถใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹่ก“ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ฎใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏ่€ณใ‚’็–‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆ๏ผๅณปไป‹ใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒปใŒ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ…ฐ่ฌๆ–™ใ‚’ๅ…ˆใซๆŒฏใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸๅฟ…ใš้›ขๅฉšใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ไฟบใŒ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ›ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใ‚’ๆœ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใ€‚้‡‘ใ‚’ๆธกใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹็ถšใใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใซใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€้›ป่ฉฑใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฎ้ก”ใซใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‹ใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ˆถใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฌๆ„ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฏใšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆœฌๆฐ—ใฎๆ†Žใ—ใฟใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใœใ ๏ผŸ 2ๅนดๅ‰ใฎ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ๅฎถใฎ็ ด็”ฃใจ็ตใณใคใ‘ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅถ็„ถใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ่ฃใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฎŸๅฎถใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ไปŠใ€่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ไฝ™่ฃ•ใ‚‚ใชใใ€็ˆถใฎๆฒป็™‚่ฒปใ‚’ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้ซ™ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆŒใกใ“ใŸใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไป‹่ญทไบบใซ็ˆถใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซๆ€ฅใ„ใ ใŒใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็„ฆใฆ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไบ‹ๅ‹™ๅฎคใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใ™ใ้›ขๅฉšๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ๆธˆใพใ›ใซๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏ่–„ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ•ฐๅ„„ๅ††ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใจใŠๅ‰ใ€ใฉใฃใกใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงๅพ…ใคใ‹ใ‚‰โ€ฆโ€ฆๅณปไป‹ใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ไปŠ็ˆถใฏใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ€่‘ฌๅผไปฃใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ใณ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใ™ใงใซ้›ปๆบใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆฏใŒ่ฉฐใพใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ใฃใจใ„ใ†้–“ใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ„ชๅญใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎไพกๅ€คใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€็ตๅฉšๆŒ‡่ผชใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚’ๅค–ใ—ใ€้ซ˜็ดšๅฎ้ฃพๅบ—ใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅฎขๆง˜ใ€่ณผๅ…ฅๆ™‚ใฎ้ ˜ๅŽๆ›ธใจ่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใฏใŠๆŒใกใงใ™ใ‹๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€‚ใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆ€ฅใ„ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆŒ‡่ผชใฏๆคœๆŸปใซๅ‡บใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใพใŸใ”้€ฃ็ตกใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใพใ™ใ‹ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๅˆ‡่ฟซใ—ใŸๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ€ฅใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅไธญใซใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€‚ใ€ๅบ—ๅ“กใŒๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚’ๆŒใกๅŽปใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹็™ฝใใฆ็นŠ็ดฐใชๆ‰‹ใŒๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ๆŠผใ•ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆŒ‡่ผชใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚็ด ๆ•ตใญใ€‚็งใŒ่ฒทใ†ใ‚ใ€‚ใ€ ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸๅ„ชๅญใฎ็›ฎใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ“ใฎไธ–ใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆ†Žใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉโ€•โ€•ๆพๆœฌ้‡Œ็พŽใ ใฃใŸ LEARN_MORE https://heplk.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13074&ut ๅฅณใฎๅญใŒ่ชญใฟใŸใ„ๅฐ่ชฌใ‚’ๅคง็‰น้›† 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏใ€้›ป่ฉฑใŒ็ช็„ถๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅพŒใ€ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ‚นใƒžใƒ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅนด้–“ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—็ถšใ‘ใฆใใŸๅ„ชๅญใŒใ€ใชใœไปŠๆ€ฅใซๅŒๆ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅณปไป‹ใ€ใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใใฎใ‚ˆ๏ผŸใ€้‡Œ็พŽใŒๅญใฉใ‚‚ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใš็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€้‡Œ็พŽใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใฏใฟใ‚‹ใฟใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใปใฉๆš—ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅฅณโ€ฆโ€ฆใพใŸไฝ•ใ‹ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ‚ใญ๏ผ ็Ž„้–ขใฎใƒ‰ใ‚ขใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใจใใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎใใฐใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒผใƒ„ใ‚’็€ใŸ่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„็”ทๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ดใฃใŸ้ก”็ซ‹ใกใฏๆฐทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ†ทใŸใใ€ใใฎๆš—ใ„็žณใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่”‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ“ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒๅ†ทใŸใๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใ„ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้›ขๅฉšๅฑŠใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ 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ๅณปไป‹ใฏไธ€ๆญฉๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใฟใ€้•ทใ„ๅฝฑใŒๅ„ชๅญใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กŽใ‚’็ดฐ้•ทใ„ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽดใฟใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒไปŠใ€ไฝ•ใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ“ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใŒๅซŒใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ƒๅคซใจๅ‘ผใณ็›ดใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ•ใ‚ใ€ๆ›ธ้กžใซใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅฝผใฏไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใ€‚ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใจ่จ€ใ†ๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏ็šฎ่‚‰ใ’ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใใฎๆจฉๅˆฉใฏใชใ„ใ‚ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ่—คใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚้›ขๅฉš่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ™ใใซๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใ€ ใพใŸใ€ๅฝผใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ„ใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„็›ฎใงๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœ9ๆ™‚ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๆ—ฅใฎๅ‡บๅ‰ใซใฏๅ„ชๅญใฏๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็—…้™ขใ‹ใ‚‰้›ป่ฉฑใŒใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ๏ผŸใ™ใๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใพใ™๏ผใ€ ็—…้™ขใซๅˆฐ็€ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใฏใพใ ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅธŒๆœ›ใฏ็ˆถใŒๅฅๅบทใง็”Ÿใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œ‹่ญทๅธซใŒๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒป็”จใฎ่ซ‹ๆฑ‚ๆ›ธใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚็ท้กใฏ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปฅๅ‰ๆ”ฏๆ‰•ใฃใŸๅ…ฅ้™ข่ฒปใงๆฎ‹้‡‘ใฏใŸใฃใŸใฎ10ไธ‡ๅ††ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไป•ๆ–นใชใใ€ๅณปไป‹ใซ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ“ใ ๏ผŸใ‚‚ใ†30ๅˆ†ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใฆโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใงใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ใ„๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ผปใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ›ใพใŸๅ˜˜ใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใใ‚“ใช๏ผ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผ็ˆถใŒๅฟƒ่‡“็™บไฝœใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹่ก“ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ้ฎใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏ่€ณใ‚’็–‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹๏ผŸ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆ๏ผๅณปไป‹ใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“่ฒปใŒ300ไธ‡ๅ††ไปฅไธŠใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ…ฐ่ฌๆ–™ใ‚’ๅ…ˆใซๆŒฏใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸๅฟ…ใš้›ขๅฉšใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰๏ผใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชๅญใ€ไฟบใŒ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ›ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใ‚’ๆœ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใ€‚้‡‘ใ‚’ๆธกใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹็ถšใใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใซใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€้›ป่ฉฑใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฎ้ก”ใซใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‹ใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ˆถใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฌๆ„ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฏใšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆœฌๆฐ—ใฎๆ†Žใ—ใฟใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใœใ ๏ผŸ 2ๅนดๅ‰ใฎ้ซ˜ๆฉ‹ๅฎถใฎ็ ด็”ฃใจ็ตใณใคใ‘ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅถ็„ถใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅณปไป‹ใŒ่ฃใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅฎŸๅฎถใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†๏ผŸ ไปŠใ€่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ไฝ™่ฃ•ใ‚‚ใชใใ€็ˆถใฎๆฒป็™‚่ฒปใ‚’ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ้ซ™ๆฉ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆŒใกใ“ใŸใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไป‹่ญทไบบใซ็ˆถใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ€ๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซๆ€ฅใ„ใ ใŒใ€ๅณปไป‹ใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็„ฆใฆ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œๅธ‚ๅฝนๆ‰€ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œไบ‹ๅ‹™ๅฎคใ ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใ™ใ้›ขๅฉšๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ๆธˆใพใ›ใซๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„๏ผŸใ€ ๅณปไป‹ใฏ่–„ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ•ฐๅ„„ๅ††ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใจใŠๅ‰ใ€ใฉใฃใกใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใจๆ€ใ†๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงๅพ…ใคใ‹ใ‚‰โ€ฆโ€ฆๅณปไป‹ใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ไปŠ็ˆถใฏใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ€่‘ฌๅผไปฃใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ†ใณ้›ป่ฉฑใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใ™ใงใซ้›ปๆบใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆฏใŒ่ฉฐใพใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ใฃใจใ„ใ†้–“ใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๅ„ชๅญใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎไพกๅ€คใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€็ตๅฉšๆŒ‡่ผชใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚’ๅค–ใ—ใ€้ซ˜็ดšๅฎ้ฃพๅบ—ใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅฎขๆง˜ใ€่ณผๅ…ฅๆ™‚ใฎ้ ˜ๅŽๆ›ธใจ่จผๆ˜Žๆ›ธใฏใŠๆŒใกใงใ™ใ‹๏ผŸใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€‚ใ€ๅ„ชๅญใฏๆ€ฅใ„ใงๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆŒ‡่ผชใฏๆคœๆŸปใซๅ‡บใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใพใŸใ”้€ฃ็ตกใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใพใ™ใ‹ใ€‚ใ€ ๅ„ชๅญใฏๅˆ‡่ฟซใ—ใŸๅฃฐใง่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ€ฅใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅไธญใซใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€‚ใ€ๅบ—ๅ“กใŒๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚’ๆŒใกๅŽปใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹็™ฝใใฆ็นŠ็ดฐใชๆ‰‹ใŒๆŒ‡่ผชใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ๆŠผใ•ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆŒ‡่ผชใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚็ด ๆ•ตใญใ€‚็งใŒ่ฒทใ†ใ‚ใ€‚ใ€ ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸๅ„ชๅญใฎ็›ฎใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ“ใฎไธ–ใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆ†Žใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉโ€•โ€•ๆพๆœฌ้‡Œ็พŽใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ LEARN_MORE https://heplk.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13074&ut ๅฅณใฎๅญใŒ่ชญใฟใŸใ„ๅฐ่ชฌใ‚’ๅคง็‰น้›† 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Yes 2025-02-09 18:27 active 2524 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... 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. "Pleaseโ€ฆ." I beg. "He was an Alphaโ€ฆIโ€ฆ 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. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!" 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