The World of Masks

One plane landed at the airport. The plane that slowly slowed down on the runway immediately stopped its heavy fuselage. Soon the passengers began to fall in line.

As if the name of the world's leading leisure city was no exaggeration, the warm weather and blue sky welcomed passengers. Some people were amazed at the unbelievable warm weather in November.

"It's really warm."

Compared to the weather in Korea which is approaching as big as the winter, this was really heaven. Eun-hee takes off her coat, puts it on her arm, and goes around her. For Eun-hee, who has crossed the halfway mark this year, it was truly amazing that this city was maintaining a weather such as spring and fall, even though it was November. It's not in the South like Australia, by the way.

"Could it be the Mediterranean climate or something?"

I grabbed the arm of the stone next to me and asked.

"Well, it's the Mediterranean climate, or it's low latitude for a reason, but I don't know. You should know that better than that. What did you do when you were studying?"

"You can't just apply dead academics that you've only seen in books."

Eun-hee grabbed Eun-hee's arm.

"Come on, let's go meet that girl and enjoy the tour! You left off your trip to Paris to meet her."

There is no direct route from South Korea to Nice Airport. After arriving via Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, there remained a great sadness for sightseeing in Paris.

"Don't worry. That's what I'm here to spare."

I stopped by France, but at least I was thinking of perfecting my trip to Paris and Nice, even if I couldn't travel in Europe. Eun-hee, who was excited by European tourism, didn't really care about meeting Sophie who hated her.

Jinhee, who was so excited that she calmed Eun-hee who was about to run away, remembered the famous things of Paris such as Versailles Palace, Arc de Triomphe, Shaio Palace, and Trokatero Square, looked around.

'I told him I would wait here.'

On one side of the lobby, many people came and went, he could find the person he wanted. A hard-looking middle-aged man in a formal suit was holding a plaque card. It was as if the first foreigner who had learned Korean writing had a distinct name for the authentic sign that made him think that he would write like this.

Jinhee walked in front of the middle-aged woman, avoiding Eun-hee.

The middle-aged man reached out his hand, saying something. But Jinsuk just laughed and clapped his hands. Middle-aged words were spoken in French. There was not much difference from the alien language that could not be understood as a genus that was not familiar with English.

'You can't speak Korean because you're not my slave.'

Sophie assures me that her slave will be coming to see her. In other words, the middle-aged man in front of him is Sophie's slave. It was natural that he could not speak Korean because he was not his own slave. It was a unique experience for a genuine encounter with only slaves who have been fluent in Korean language to date.

The middle-aged man also asked if he had noticed it, this time in another language.

"Do you speak English?"

No one knows this sentence except someone who has learned English. However, knowing this sentence did not mean that everyone could speak English. He simply replied "NO." And I put up Eun-hee next to me.

"Eek! What are you doing, brother?"

Jinhee continued to bring Eunhee to the front while she was embarrassed and embarrassed. She didn't shout at the master, but looked at Eunhee who was shouting at her brother.

"You have good English grades. Your tutor also told me that everyday English is enough."

"But I also have a foreign language bump!"

"Get rid of it this time! And you don't have to have a great conversation. Sophie can speak Korean, so all you have to do is ask her to show me."

There was a brief moment of relief, but Eun-hee finally stepped forward because she was unable to overcome the pressure of authenticity.

Unlike what she really didn't want to do, Eun-hee talked to a middle-aged person quite fluently.

Shortly after, the middle-aged man took a gesture to follow him, then stepped forward to the airport exit. Jinsuk and Eun-hee followed behind him.

A luxury car stood in a middle-aged spot. I opened the door, looked at Jinsuk and Eun-hee, and pointed like a guide in the car. Jinsuk and Eun-hee were quietly in the back seat. The middle-aged man who closed the door directly went to the driver's seat, turned the car on and started moving.

"You didn't prepare for basic communication, did you?"

Eun-hee suddenly stared at Eun-hee who was forced to overcome the English snarling. Jinsuk shrugs.

"You speak English. I heard from Sophie that he speaks English, so I brought you here. The fewer people we meet, the better."

"You can call your other slaves."

"Unfortunately, there are no French slaves. There may be some people who speak French, but all you have to do is ask Sophie to bring them to you, and you don't have to bring the slaves. I don't have anything important to do with him."

"What would you have done if I said I couldn't speak real English at all?"

"There's only body language left. Why don't you just say" Sophie "and I'll take you home?"

Eun-hee had to keep her mouth shut with a 'nod'. However, I made an elongated "toothbrush, toothbrush" to make sure that my heart had not subsided yet.

The person who was driving in the driver's seat, Jean glanced at the room mirror. A man who can only treat himself as a chauffeur, a controversial lawyer who even knows France. Who Sophie, her owner, calls her master. Jean took a closer look at the orientation.

When Sophie first told me to bring the owner, Jean thought she was crazy. No, I knew it was crazy, but I was terrified because I thought it was even worse. But after realizing the situation before and after Sophie's calm story, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a human being who could enslave that crazy bitch.

I had just imagined a creature like eight or six heads and three heads, but the person I had just met was making a very ordinary impression. No, he was small compared to the big Westerners. Rather, the woman he was carrying was more noticeable. As a Westerner, she looked noticeably beautiful. His personality was shaking or vomiting, clinging to the man as if he were lively. That didn't make me think he was Sophie's 'master.' Soon, however, Jean erased all her thoughts from her mind.

'It's not for me to judge.'

As a slave, all you have to do is follow Sophie's orders. I just hope that crazy bitch doesn't turn around and kill herself.

After a while, the car arrived at the mental hospital where Sophie was hospitalized.

"This is almost a prison."

Eun-hee looks at the wall-like wall, extending to the entrance and to the left. I also agreed with him. It was like a facility with the equivalent of holding a felon of some kind.

"Well, you need this kind of facility to keep that crazy bitch locked up."

Eun-hee thought of Sophie. In the game, she was like an evil girl in Eun-hee's position. Always making fun of yourself and shaking all kinds of nudity a little further away, "Hehehe! 'The smiling form was literally open. Besides, being a pervert and all, I love murder.

"Yes, yes. The French judge. Ah, good thinking."

It was a courageous decision by the French judiciary, no matter what I thought.

Queek!

The car stopped.

"They're here."

Eun-hee translated the words of the middle-aged man who spoke Bulbul earlier. No matter how much I thought about it, I felt like I had to learn English. I opened my eyes to the late study and stepped out of the car.

Overall, the hospital was in a harsh atmosphere. There were patients wandering around in the garden, but they didn't look like ordinary people, whether they were feeling guilty or really a little crazy. Jean glances at the two men following her. The first people who came to the mental hospital had a somewhat unsettled look on their faces, and they were following behind with a really calm face. They were definitely unusual people.

"Oh, there you are."

There was one person standing at the entrance of the hospital. It was Sophie's police officer. He was always a miserable man.

"The two in the back?"

"Yes, these are the people who came to talk business with you."

I looked at Jinsuk and Eun-hee once as if they were new. Soon, however, I walked to Sophie's room with Jean to see if she didn't think she cared. Jinsuk and Eun-hee followed behind them quietly. When they arrived at the door marked 407, the police unlocked the door and greeted the three of them lightly.

"Then I hope you'll do something for me."

Then I walked to a chair a little further away.

Jean opened the door and let the two of you into the room.

She was always sitting like a landscape. It looks like an angel from the Bible, but even the devil can't be touched in my heart.

"I brought her."

Jean told her as politely as she could. After nodding, Sophie looks back at the comedian, saying that she had worked hard with the same gentle expression as always. Soon, a bright smile filled her face.

"Welcome."

It was finally the moment when Jinsuk and Sophie met in real life.

At that time, two young men sat down in front of the hospital.