Dilettante

"I see. is she a lover? who is she?"

"She wasn't a lover. Just... colleague."

"Colleague? If it is as what you said, she must not be a colleague. Was it something like a platonic s*x relationship?"

Lorenzo's expression changed at the slight sarcastic remark.

"It was a lie to say you were hungry."

The man jumped up and tried to clear the plate in front of her.

Hana was startled and gabbed the plate.

"Ah, but I wasn't. I'm sorry . It's a mistake. Yes colleague. You can be affectionate with your co-worker. Well then."

Lorenzo stuck out his tongue at Lee Hana's shamelessness and sat down again. Then he looked at her eagerly moving her spoon and fork.

"Don't touch Guilio's planting too much. I'm just watching you right now."

"I guess so. I know. That you are watching. But, why is it so delicious?"

Hana smiled and changed the subject.

Contrary to Yoo EunSeung's word, the dark-haired woman had an influence not only on Guilio Parenti but on all of them.

Did she betray these men and join the Red Mafia?

She's a really great woman.

"Did you say you were looking for your brother?"

Hana gulped down her food and nodded. The soft omelet instantly filled the stomach as if it has become a lump of rubber.

"Yes. Do you know anything?"

"You know something. Parenti would never do anything like kidnapping. If you're going to do such a troublesome thing, I'll just kill you."

"Then, do you have any plans to catch te impersonators?"

"Do you know that there aren't only one or two of them?"

"Many...?"

"Enough to kick your feet."

Hana jumped up and opened the refrigerator to get some water.

I expected everything not to go as planned. Beside, I knew that I could die in the middle of the mission. That's why Guilio Parenti's help was desperate.

The only man she could turn to now for help.

As long as there is evidence that Duyi betrayed the organization, IDC:A cannot be moved without evidence to the contrary. Even if they moved, they did not have the strength to mobilize an army.

If the reason for the abduction was clear, I would have rested... .

Hana gulped down a sip of water to soothe her hot stomach.

If only you could find two. If I could bring Lee Duyi back to Korean safely, I thought I would live as if I were dead.

With ears and mouth closed quietly

She made too many enemies by acting as Valentine's Day spy.

It is said that even now, some people are frantically wandering around to find their Valentine's One. She was fearless then, and she knew she would live as the Valentine's One until she died.

Maybe she was prepared to bury his boned and held Logan's hand. Because at the time, I thought I had no weakness.

Then one day, I met the criminal imprisoned because of me again. He said during the seven months he was imprisoned, his family members were killed by the enemy. Therefore, I will make you taste the same pain.

At first, I snorted, bu tas time passed, I was overcome with greater anxiety. I checked on Duyi's safety every day and had nightmares.

Then, on Valentine's Day, the request came in again. The content  of the request is to kill 'him'.

It was a request that broke the rules. Valentine's Day was not a killer group, so the request was naturally rejected.

After a while, I heard that he had died. It is said that he was caught in a revenge crime and was abandoned by the river with his limb dismembered.

One came out of Valentine's Day that way. She had mourned someone's death before, but this was the first time she felt joy.

It was terrible experience in which human dignity collapsed, and it was a moment of disillusionment that I don't want to feel again.

"I ate well."

Lorenzo was impressed by alternating between the leftovers and the uneaten half. Then she got up and he followed her.

It was time for Lorenzo, who calmly went up to the second floor and confirmed that she had entered the room, took out a cigarette.

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"Are you good?"

Guilio, who was standing by the window in te hallway silently, approached, fiddling with a lighter. Then he light Lorenzo's cigarette.

"Did you have a date at this time?"

"That woman tried to kill me. Impossible too get along well, [email protected] it."

"You know how to flirt with women, Lorenzo."

"My preference is blonde! And not that skinny."

Guilio leaned against the wall, leaving Lorenzo running wild. Then he glared at the door where there was Hana. Lorenzo looked at Guilio and asked.

"I'm really curious... . Could it be that you likes her and keeps her alive."

"Well."

"No, please."

"Why?"

"That woman... . looks dangerous. No, she might be the FBI."

"It's plausible."

"You don't trust that woman, do you?"

The word "belief" causes a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth. Lorenzo felt intimidates, as if someone was strangling him. Guilio, who had been glaring at the door without a world, lit a cigarette and turned.

"Keep an eye out. If his true identity is confirmed, then he can be killed. Now is enjoy in moderation."

***

Early in the morning, I woke up to the sound of the door opening.

"Get changed."

Guilio Parenti, who appeared unexpectedly, was all black. Dressed as if he was going to a funeral, Hana rubbed her sore eyes.

"I like this shirt. Do I really need to change?"

"It's not a place to go like that."

"Are you going to have a funeral?''

"Yes."

"Whose?"

Instead of answering, he waved the coat hanger in his hand. It means don't ask anymore and change the clothes. Hana said, recalling the reason he had come here.

"You're so humane. You're holding a funeral for your colleague."

"If you are envious, you can become my colleague. Then, I will give you a funeral after you die."

"No. I will get my own. At least I will die in Korea."

Hana, who snatched the hanger, entered the bathroom with a smile.

It was difficult to see Guilio's expression in the dark, but he wasn't smiling. Somehow, the atmosphere i strangely different from yesterday.

Is it because of someone's death? But he was always a man close to death. May be it's like death itself.

'Are they pants?

What he prepared was a suit of the same brand as the shirt. Pants and shirts. And the suit made up of a jacket was perfect for her body.

Hana glared at the clothes the man had brought with her toothbrush in her mouth.

'Keep an eye out. If her true indentity is confirmed, then she can be killed. Now is.... enjoy it in moderation.'

He must have said that even though he knew he could hear it all.

One spat out foam and rinsed his mouth with water. Then, avoiding the bandage-padded forehead, I carefully washed my face.

If you're going to kill me, why the hell would you treat me? I'd rather just let it go.

Really, it tastes like a beggar.

When he changed his clothes and came out, Guilio was looking out the window. Outside, the Parenti family was preparing for the funeral. The coffin was loaded onto the transport vehicle that arrived, and a flower was held in each hand.

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The morning light hits the side face of the man watching the scene. Uncharacteristically sincere and buried in sadness, I felt a little humane.

"I will pray for the deceased's rest."

"Is it Korean?"

"Um. That's what you say when attending a funeral. It means to be freed from death and to be happy."

"Liberation... . nice."

I followed him down to the first floor wearing black gloves.

After two days of being outside, I felt a strange sese of liberation, even though it was a funeral.

Hana watched their funureal. It is even reverent at first glance to offer flowers for a colleagues who lost his life in another country.

At this moment, the distinction between good and evil was meaningless. instead of offering flowers, she stood at a distance. Some of them whimpered, while others hugged the coffin and sobbed, as if they were particularly close.

Freedom was short-lived.

After the funeral, Hana had to go back to the building. Perhaps because it was the day he acknowledged the death of his colleague, the way he treats people today is rough.

She glared at those ignorantly pulling on her arm, then sat across from Guilio at the table. He had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie. Her hair was straight, but she had a strangely tired face.

"Let's wrap up our conversation yesterday."

Yesterday's conversation was interrupted because the bastard gave him sleeping pills.

Hana recalled the funeral a little while ago and put on a calm expression as much as possible. What she feared the most was that Guilio Parenti would lose interest in his work.

"Ask. I know you doubted me. So, the question is up to you. I will answer."

In the kitchen, a woman who looked like a real chef was making food. And Guilio's men surrounding him are monitoring the chef's every move.

They believe no one except God and family

Hana did not take her eyes off Guilio's face as she looked at her. His long stretched eyes seemed to be narrowing, and the corners of his mouth tilted.

"No, do the opposite. What do you want from me?"

Food was served, but her portion was not. One of hers laughed, pulling her lips as if it were funny.

"I want so many things from you."

"Take a look. About one or three."

"If I tell you, will you listen to everything?"

"Well. It depend on the content."

"First, help me find Duyi. Second, help me find out who the idiots made Duyi do that. Third, that... Are you going to eat alone?'

After pouring out as if waiting, she pointed to the golden-brown white fish. She just leaned against the back of her chair holding the knife and she chuckled.

Hana stood up straight as she watched Guilio rubbing his mouth. This time it was his turn to answer. What will be the answer to the offer, what price will be said. As I waited longer, my heart started beating fast.

After a long laugh, he pushed the plate in front of her. Then she ordered, pouring wine into her glass.

"All out."