Chapter 71: The One Forgotten and Erased
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 71: The One Forgotten and Erased
[Title: Is Chris an idiot?]
└ If they had, Javelin missiles would’ve been blowing up that armored car instead of assault rifles.
└ She exits the moment her face is shown in Episode 1, and you want them to market that everywhere before it airs? That’s basically asking to be killed.
└ Chris was just trying to find a way to survive in his own way.
└ Couldn’t they have just... not killed her in Episode 1 and kept her around? Isn’t that simple?
└ Then the protagonist’s motivation and narrative for going on a vengeful adventure would be weak.
└ Your older mentor, who you fell in love with the moment you saw her face, dies immediately. How are you supposed to stay calm?
└ If I were the protagonist, I’d dedicate the rest of my life to purging the world too.
└ By the way, what was the protagonist’s name again?
└ Lmao, the Baby Elf’s name isn’t even mentioned in the show, she’s just "Inquisitor," and the protagonist is just some brat who does nothing but cry about wanting to see his master. Who cares what his name is?
└ Fact: He never cried once except for when the Baby Elf died...
└ Ignifer! It was something like that!
Lee Yu-jin’s fans, and those who had newly joined the fold, had regained hope.
Even though the Inquisitor was dead, Lee Yu-jin would return as a Saintess who had class-changed into a Sword Master.
└ The Elf returns! As a Sword Master with insane self-heals!
└ This character is totally broken;;;
└ A Saintess who turned into a swordsman? Fuck, give me Season 2 now! Give it to me already!
└ Still, I liked the silver-haired Baby Elf with the mace way better;;;
└ Can you really say that after seeing the incredible charisma of the black-haired Baby Elf burning with vengeance?
└ Stop fighting;; They’re the same person anyway;;;
└ The actress is the same, but the characters are different! The characters!
└ Sigh, Muggles really don’t get it.
└ The Inquisitor played by Lee Yu-jin and the Holy Maiden Sword Master played by Yu are strictly different people.
└ This is chaos;;;
Silver-haired Heretic Inquisitor (Weapon: Mace and Doctrine Codex)
VS
Black-haired Holy Maiden Swordsman (Weapon: Bastard Sword)
A battle perfect for wasting time broke out, and while it occasionally led to the "wholesome" result of people meeting up for real-life fights at the police station...
Fortunately, there seemed to be no further signs of fans wanting to riddle Chris and Beto’s armored car with bullets.
└ This is literally "Do you like Mom or Dad better?":;;
└ This is so hard T_T I like them both T_T
└ Beto’s got a good sense for this, so he’ll probably have her play dual roles later by saving a sealed twin sister or something to bless our eyes.
└ This show needs to go to at least Season 8;; I’m already losing my breath thinking about how much Beto is going to milk this;;;
There was one fact that the people cheering for Lee Yu-jin’s return in Season 2 had momentarily forgotten.
Beto Wiles was a "capitalist producer" famous even in Hollywood.
└ The Baby Elf went into a sword, then into a book... where is she going next?
└ A machine gun?
└ └ This comment will one day become a holy site.
[Title: How long does it usually take for the next season of a US show to come out?]
└ Dude, the year is almost over. The LoL World Championship is about to start;;
└ It depends on the genre, but since this is a medieval fantasy blockbuster, it’ll take at least a year for the next season.
└ I’m looking at the year after next, not even next year.
└ (OP) Nooo T_T How am I supposed to wait until the year after next T_T
*
“Sweetie, how could you hide this even from your mother?”
“I’m sorry. I thought it would be embarrassing if Season 1 flopped...”
“I’m saying thank you. Thanks to you, Mom had a real thrill at the very last moment. Though I was cursing the production team until then.”
“...”
“If there’s anything like this next time, keep it a secret from me too. It felt like a surprise gift, and I loved it.”
“O-okay.”
“Well, have a great day today. Fighting!”
“Yes.”
Today, instead of Jang Ji-hye, Mom sat in the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan as I headed to school.
Jang Ji-hye had slept at her own house last night for the first time in a while and went straight to school from there.
Originally, I used to engage in high-speed chases to avoid the reporters and fans camped out on my way to school, but there’s no need for that anymore.
I just drive straight into the school grounds and get out. It’s made things much easier.
The power of a 280-billion-won scholarship fund. It’s not my money, but a tribute from the fans.
Sometimes friends ask if I don’t think that money is a waste, but I don’t really have any thoughts on it. I achieved financial freedom a long time ago.
I can’t take it with me to the next life when I die, so what’s the point of being greedy for it?
But the title of the ‘Lee Yu-jin Concert Hall’ is quite tempting.
I’m sure Curator Han Ji-woo will handle things well so there’s no noise. Since Baekhyun Group has a Tier 1 construction company, I trust a magnificent concert hall will pop up in no time.
“Hi, Yu-jin.”
“Hello.”
“Yu-jin, welcome.”
“Yes, good to see you.”
“Yu-jin’s here. I enjoyed the drama. When is the next season coming out?”
“I’m sorry, Teacher, it’s under embargo.”
“Of course. I was just asking, so don’t mind me too much.”
Lately, I’ve been feeling the absolute power I hold within the school.
Part of it is thanks to my acting career, but I think the 280 billion won that came in through the regular concert was the clincher.
“Behold a Challenger!”
I shouted as I swung the back door open, flaunting my rank today as well.
But since these kids only care about music, they don’t really know what it means.
They all say they’ve never even played League of Legends. Aren’t they a fascinating species?
I waved to all my classmates and sat down next to Jang Ji-hye, who had arrived first.
“Yu-jin, Yu-jin, it was your mom’s first time riding in the Cullinan today, right? What did she say?”
“She loved it so much she’s worried about how she’s supposed to drive the Carnival now.”
Since we have to use the leased Carnival when I’m in ‘I’m not Lee Yu-jin’ mode, we just bought it outright. We could have ordered a new car, but we’d grown attached to it.
Before the first period started, the principal came to the classroom to find me.
“Principal, what brings such a distinguished person to this humble place?”
“What a fine use of irony. As expected of an actress, you’re quite good with words.”
“I meant it sincerely, though. You’re the highest authority in the school.”
“Wouldn’t that be you, Yu-jin? Anyway, the reason I came to see you is...”
He was here to ask if he could use a portion of the donations that came in recently as scholarships for underprivileged students.
“Could you please grant your approval? Just a tiny amount would do. Just a... Golden Seed’s worth...”
Marvelous. Did my brother corrupt the principal in the meantime? When exactly?
Maybe during the regular concert? That’s the only time he’s been to the school.
“I’m fine with it, so please discuss the details with Curator Han Ji-woo.”
“Thank you for the approval. I’ll discuss the practicalities with the Curator then. Have a good day. And when is Season 2 coming out?”
“It’s under embargo.”
Actually, I don’t really know either. It’s just easier to give that excuse.
I beat the timpani vigorously today as well and left school around 2 PM.
The Cullinan really is the best.
But lately, it feels like all I hear is people asking when Season 2 is coming out.
I already have two projects scheduled for a Season 2. When am I going to finish all of them?
*
Today was the day I had to part ways with the dear Cardinal of the Vatican.
“Actress Yu-jin, I am not a Cardinal, but merely a consultant for the Latin Academy.”
“I believe that you, honorande (honorable one), will one day become a Cardinal.”
Since my English is weak and Montanus can’t speak Korean, we had been communicating entirely in Classical Latin.
Once he leaves, who am I going to chatter with in Latin? I miss him already.
“Here is my contact information. Please reach out whenever you need a Latin-speaking friend.”
“Oh, how did you know exactly what I was thinking?”
I happily exchanged contact info with him.
He really is a good person.
He kindly helped with Latin consultation, stood in front of me so I could get into character during my solo acting scenes, made a cameo appearance, and told me many interesting theological stories.
He gave so generously and was now fluttering away back to where he came from.
It would be rude to ask if he could be assigned to a Korean diocese, wouldn’t it? He’s someone whose authority is recognized even in the Vatican.
I just felt a bit sad to say goodbye.
“Thanks to you, Dominus, even someone as lacking as I could learn much. It was a meaningful experience.”
“Calling me Dominus... you flatter me too much.”
It’s a title meaning Lord or Master.
Tsk, tsk, this man needs to study his Classical Latin a bit more. He shouldn’t be getting that mixed up.
I was going to point out the mistake, but I fumbled my pronunciation because his gaze was more profound than usual.
“The one who taught Classical Latin to Dominus... you said that if anyone asked, I should say they are one who excommunicated themselves from the faith, so do not be curious, yes?”
“Yes, yes. I’m dying to tell you, but that person didn’t want me to...”
“I am merely overwhelmed with awe. Dominus.”
Tsk, he keeps making mistakes.
Wait, could it be that he didn’t make a mistake, but I’m the one remembering the word wrong?
No. That can’t be. Could the Vatican’s Latin textbook be wrong?
There’s no way the mentor who arranged a 13-billion plus 15-billion won appearance fee for me so long ago could be wrong.
And there’s no way my memory is wrong.
The Vatican’s Latin textbook must have been transmitted incorrectly somewhere along the line. I should just keep my mouth shut.
“se ipsum a fide excommunicavisse...”
(The one who excommunicated themselves from the faith...)
Montanus muttered to himself, then suddenly offered a bright smile and a farewell.
“Thanks to you, I believe I have found the calling to which I must devote the rest of my life. Thank you, Dominus.”
“Safe travels, honorande.”
*
Aboard the plane, Priest Montanus opened a book.
[Sub secreto (Not for public disclosure)]
A compilation of records where it wasn’t even clear who wrote them, or if it was one person or many.
A holy rebuke that detailed every sin committed by humans in the name of God.
Montanus closed his eyes and whispered to himself.
‘The one who excommunicated themselves from the faith... the one who excommunicated themselves... excommunication...’
The being who supposedly taught Lee Yu-jin Classical Latin.
However, looking at the physical timeline, was it even possible to achieve such proficiency at the age of fifteen?
Could someone bestow such learning and find the time for it to be absorbed without anyone around them knowing?
‘I have seen a miracle.’
A miracle—nothing else could explain it. Lee Yu-jin’s proficiency in Classical Latin was a miracle in itself, a grace, and a requirement for canonization.
‘A being born in the East, slipping through the cracks between the end and the beginning of the world while no one knew... a being who could make the world shine, or break it... Xenoglossy (the gift of tongues) bestowed directly by the One who excommunicated Himself from the faith...’
Priest Montanus trembled.
The one who excommunicated himself.
He was confused whether Lee Yu-jin had said it knowingly, or if she was testing him by pretending not to know.
He couldn’t understand if it was a metaphorical expression or meant literally.
A being capable of excommunicating themselves.
‘The Pope...’
In his theological understanding, no interpretation other than the Pope came to mind.
‘I must go back to the beginning and examine every record in the Vatican. From the lowest places, everything once more...’
The Monsignor had found a new value to which he would dedicate his life.
*
“Noona! The Netscreen CEO and Chris Hertiland are at each other’s throats! It’s getting seriously ugly!”
“Yu-jin, Yu-jin, they both got shot at, so why can’t they comfort each other instead of fighting?”
“Tsk, tsk, you poor little lambs. For men, the fight over who achieved the more badass feat is important.”
As someone who died from being shot in my previous life, I shook my head slightly.
Still, as a fellow man, I understood that the dispute over who pulled off the more dangerous feat was a critical matter of pride.
No, but how far are these people going to take this?
“Noona, the Netscreen CEO and Chris decided to settle it with an MMA match. They want you to come and be the judge!”
“I’m going crazy.”
“Yu-jin, Yu-jin, you’re going crazy too, right? Why are men like that even at that age?”
To think they’d provide such a hilarious event on top of the appearance fee... thank you so much.