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Episode 4
Rustle… .
“… … .”
Long, pale hands, caressing the finely dried flower petals in the color of azure.
It was Geo.
“hmm.”
He was making medicine.
“It looks like it’s all dried up by now.”
It has been 11 days since the ripened Baibamnil flowers were dried on the leaves of the Dorong Dorong tree.
The flowers, dried out in the warm wind and sunlight, had almost no scent. It was a different feeling from the strong scent that had flowed out when they were first boiled in water to remove the poison.
“If I put it back in water, will it smell?”
Sergio muttered softly and placed the dried flowers one by one in a sterilized glass bottle.
“I wonder if boiling this in tea would make a good medicine for stopping bleeding… No matter how I look at it, this is just flower tea.”
Geo’s eyes turned to another tray. It was a tray where dried gourds were kept.
“… … .”
In just 11 days, the dried goji berries, which were as dry as raisins, had strangely turned a deep yellow color.
“It seems like the longer I dry this, the stronger the scent becomes.”
In terms of the degree of fragrance, the goby fruit and the baibamenil were polar opposites. The goby fruit’s fragrance became stronger as it dried, while the baibamenil’s fragrance became weaker.
“… … .”
Geo’s eyes blinked twice quickly as he calculated what he had to do next.
“… It’ll still be a long time before it’s dry enough to be turned into powder.”
Dude, it’s so moist.
“You deserve to be my colleague, a crispy-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside French fries.”
He coolly gave up the goji berries and took only the bibamnil with him and went into the hut.
The system explained that the herbal tea of Vivamnil is very helpful for hemostasis and immunity. It did not tell me exactly how much and at what temperature to take it.
‘Do I think I can do it on my own? This guy called System seems to trust me too much, so I shouldn’t do that. I’m just a potato from Gangwon-do…’
In that sense, Geo decided to try his hand at tea. Sergio, the wonderful potato, was also talented in tea ceremony.
“…hmm….”
Geo paused for a moment as he placed the glass bottle containing flowers on the table.
“… … .”
He stood there blankly, as if his computer was rebooting, then he opened his mouth.
“I don’t think there was any tea.”
Teapot.
Simply put, a teacup.
“yes?”
To put it more clearly, it means a teapot and teacups. Sergio, who was interested in gastronomy, knew a lot about tea and tea utensils.
First, we have a teapot for pouring tea leaves, a teacup for pouring the steeped tea, a cooling bowl for cooling the tea, and a discard bowl for pouring the tea and collecting only the scent. There were various types of tea utensils.
Among them, Geo decided to make only teapots and teacups.
“Let’s go to the studio.”
Luckily, Geo had the ability to turn his drawings into real objects.
“To have superpowers at this age… Even the most socially stricken adult can become a magical girl if they keep a childlike side of their heart.”
A 29-year-old man said.
“I am a nice potato.”
In the beautiful name of friendship, peace, and love, Geo honorably ignored the extraordinary changes in my life.
‘The direction I go is the path.’
Even if it’s a derailed roller coaster.
Perhaps out of consideration for him who lived so thoughtlessly, this world helped Geo in various ways. The structure of the cabin, its furniture, and its living arrangements were the same, and there was even a studio, reflecting Sergio’s taste as he continued to paint various works after becoming a teacher.
Geo went up to the second floor and headed to the workshop that took up half of that floor.
“Let’s see… .”
He sat in front of an easel with a canvas on it. There were various paints and brushes in shapes familiar to Geo.
“What should I draw and how should I draw it?”
What Geo had to draw was a teapot. It was to hold a cup of vanilla-scented Vivamnil flower tea.
If the price is the same, it is called a red skirt. Since it doesn’t cost more to draw it elaborately, Geo was quite absorbed in his thoughts.
“… … .”
About 10 minutes passed like that. After a while, Geo, who was standing in front of the canvas, opened his mouth.
“… A car with a pretty color will come out.”
His unique, calm tone flowed out as if he was coaxing the students.
“I’d like white porcelain.”
What makes a good teapot? Geo, who had drunk tea with a serious mind several times before, knew the answer.
First, it must be pleasing to the eye.
“As white as a sheet of paper.”
Second, it has to be comfortable in your hand.
“So that there is a sense of stability… .”
Third, it must be in harmony with the tea.
“I need to get a clean color.”
Although Geo is not a great craftsman, he is good enough to enjoy his own small world of gourmet food.
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Since it was a precious flower tea that was made with so much effort, I wanted to use a good teapot to brew it.
“… … .”
He chose a fine-grained white paint, a dense color like whipped cream.
The cabin’s workshop was like an old pharmacy, with all sorts of materials hidden in small drawers. Among them were seashells that were as white as porcelain, which Geo ground up and made into paint.
Paint made from shells that should be on the water’s edge. A pure white teacup painted with that paint. With that teacup, we are given sky-blue flower petals… .
“okay.”
Good.
“It sounds good.”
I liked it.
“It will look just like a pond filled with the roots of a well. That will do.”
His hand moved.
And following that gesture, Geo’s eyes moved as if licking the canvas.
“… … .”
Since I’m going to make blue tea, I’d like the color to be warm rather than cool.
Warming up the body is affected by both actual and visual temperature. He wanted to drink warm tea.
“… … .”
This teacup must have been made with hands as fine as silk.
She must have hummed and turned the potter’s wheel on a leisurely spring day, moving her soft and slow hands so that not a single fingerprint would be left on the moist white soil.
The person who shaped the clay must have had a warm smile on his face that made the onlookers feel at ease.
“… … .”
The handle is heavy and smooth, as it will be lifted with a light and affectionate heart. The handle, which extends sideways for easy grip, is like ivory. It gives off such a warm light.
The ends are rounded. The body is also rounded. The surface is so smooth that you can’t find any sharp edges. They would have gently stroked the moist clay, cleaned up the inside, and baked it in a hot kiln.
What should I call you?
“… … .”
You are a clean sheet of paper, without any lines or curves. That is good for making tea.
The glaze resembles clear stream water without any trace. It is as if it has been soaked in that clear water 100 times and then taken out, and the pure white porcelain is meticulously covered with a glossy glaze, as if melting transparent stars were covered over it.
My round teacup, baked in the kiln once more… .
“… … .”
The moment when you draw a shadow and give it weight.
“… … .”
Bam, right?
It falls on Geo’s lap.
“… … .”
Dalgrak.
Light and transparent sound.
‘It’s solid, but….’
He put down his brush and held the teapot in his hand. The feeling it gave on his palm was like a child searching for his father.
“okay.”
So in the end, I really liked the fact that it was light like a cloud and soft like cotton.
* * *
It was really nice to be able to actually make the drawings.
‘Convenient.’
Geo enjoyed his tea leisurely.
The teapot, made with paint instead of clay and glaze, satisfied Geo. It went very well with the blue tea water flowing gently from the Baibamnil.
‘Because it is such a dense white color, it harmonizes well with the creamy, soft scent of flowers.’
The grip felt stable in the hand holding it. It seemed like there was no way I would miss it unless someone ran at me like a bull and kicked me with a soccer kick.
“Good.”
It was a tea that was not sweet at all, but the flavor was so blatantly sweet that I thought it would go well with cookies later.
‘How about making iced tea with fruit and sugar? Or it would go really well with milk tea, it has a strong creamy flavor… .’
I don’t have an oven, but I do have a stove and some flour in the warehouse, so I’ll try making cookies someday. As the old saying goes, the more you eat, the better.
‘It doesn’t sound plausible that this helps with hemostasis and immunity.’
Geo looked a little puzzled.
“Has my body changed?”
Sergio was originally a person who saw great effects from the effects of food he took in through his mouth.
It is widely known that blueberries are good for the eyes, but unlike some people who don’t notice much of a difference when they eat them, Sergio felt his eyes refreshed after eating just a few.
But even though I drink the herbal tea recognized by the system, I don’t feel any change… .
“… … .”
Geo blinked twice.
‘If we’re going to be that picky, then we should start by saying that this body, which has no menstrual symptoms at all, is strange.’
Geo stopped before he could even enter the ‘ㄱ’ of worry. The wonderful potato understood perfectly on his own.
He could eat and sleep, but he was neither cold nor hot to any great degree. He never sweated, and for the same reason he never had to rely on the toilet, regardless of whether there was a toilet in the cabin.
‘Let’s say I’ve evolved to a remarkable degree. I don’t know what I’m worrying about when I’ve become a possessed portrait.’
Of course, it’s okay because it’s funny.
Thinking like that, Geo took another sip of his Baibamnilcha.
“… … .”
It was delicious.
“teacher?”
“… … .”
“There’s no answer today either. It’s really sad. Aren’t you bored when you’re alone in there? I could really give you some good company to talk to…”
“… … .”
“Teacher, are you sleeping? Knock knock? Are you not responding because it’s in Korean? No, you’re not responding in any of the 27 languages… .”
It’s delicious and looks like it’ll be good.
‘Then that person will go down in history as the only human being who caused a possessed portrait to vomit while drinking tea.’
It’s been 11 days since a gentleman named Visabal started promoting himself in front of the front door.
‘The world in the painting may not be accurate because time passes on its own according to my mood or schedule, but anyway… .’
It was amazing to see so much passion and sincerity put into a portrait that only made eye contact for a moment.
“Are you a person who is obsessed with ghost stories?”
It may be exciting to see a magical painting that opens its eyes on its own. That’s the charm of a haunted portrait.
But the fact that this man named Bisabal was not such an easygoing person pushed Geo into a world of fear and delusion.
“I heard he’s the chairman of one of the top three conglomerates in South Korea…”
Mr. Chairman, what are you doing instead of working?
The warehouse where Geo’s portrait hangs is Bisabal’s personal gallery, and he has a great desire to collect works of art… I could tell from the conversations with other employees who often visit the gallery.
Perhaps because there are so many items, this large gallery is not something that can be managed by Bisabal alone, so he said he has no choice but to have at least one manager per piece.
‘I also had managers assigned to me, although for some reason they kept changing.’
Thanks to their conversation, I was able to find out a few things about Visaval.
‘A guy who is crazy about collecting.’
They say he’s usually a gentleman with a playful side and a normal sensibility, but when it comes to art, he becomes a crazy man who doesn’t care about the means and methods.
‘It’s harmful.’
Still, Geo didn’t have any ill feelings toward the person named Bisabal.
“… … .”
Geo’s gaze fell on the picture frame hanging on the tree.
The moment he saw Bisabal trying to have another conversation outside, information that only Geo could see popped up on the smooth glass of the frame.
He blinked twice.
Safety ★★★★☆
“… … .”
Amazingly, the frame measured the danger level of the creature lurking beyond the portrait.
Judging by the reactions of the people on the other side, it seemed like only Geo could see that sign.
“Teacher? Teacher? Are you sure you don’t want to have a conversation with me?”
“… … .”
“If you tell me what kind of sacrifice you want, I can catch it alive and bring it to you. Sir?”
So there was no particular reason for Geo to leave Bisabal in that state.
‘I can already see a future that I can’t handle just by talking to it once.’
It was obviously burdensome. Geo was not a vessel that could contain a human named Bisabal.
‘Gangwon-do potatoes must be handled with care so as not to get bruised…’
Although his speech was quite polite and his actions were noble, meeting someone for the first time and standing in front of someone else’s house for 15 hours was burdensome, no matter what anyone said.
“… … .”
I don’t feel any ill will towards him and he doesn’t seem like a bad person, so I don’t really dislike him.
“… I feel a little reluctant.”
Even if you just listen one-sidedly, it’s already tiring.
‘The energy will be sucked out.’
Just Geo.
“… … .”
All we had to do was wait until it was deemed possible to have a conversation.
‘Surely he can’t keep doing that forever. Let’s try to exchange energy when that guy is discharged.’
I didn’t want to rush for no reason.
‘dread.’
Geo nodded, knowing that he could avoid that scary person.
“It’s a really nice place to live.”
Geo, who had already been outside the portrait several times, knew that now, the only thing people would see would be a portrait of Geo himself.
The important thing was Geo’s own will. When he had the will to interact with the outside world, the ‘Geo’ in the picture opened his eyes. This was something I found out after installing a mirror in the abandoned school.
‘So no matter how relaxed I am inside, it’s not visible from the outside.’
Here, Geo’s complete freedom was guaranteed. He could enjoy such peaceful rest without any problems, whether it was the CEO of a large corporation or Nabal waiting outside for his answer.
Fortunately, Geo was able to enjoy complete peace after the busy red-haired man, who was expected to be the CEO of a large corporation, disappeared, foreshadowing another challenge.
“… … .”
I’m glad to hear you talking like that, so I just leave you alone… .
“…I can’t just leave my only front door like this.”
I had to get my ownership back.
After a moment of hesitation, his gaze turned to the outside of the frame where no sign of life could be detected.
“… … .”
Finally, Geo’s mouth opened.
“Should I go out?”
It was a sad fate that he would automatically commit trespassing as soon as he stepped out the front door, but like all adults in the world, Geo eventually accepted his fate.
As people live, there are times when they may commit trespassing.
“… … .”
This side was also kidnapped, so it was a two-way street.
I wonder if anyone would ask for the opinion of a portrait artist before buying one, but anyway, they hung him in the gallery without asking for Geo’s consent.
Then there would also be a violation of portrait rights.
“… warm.”
Geo’s ultimate positive mind has successfully rationalized itself.