Seoul Object Story

It was a cruise suite room, originally expensive, but made even more so as Objects increased.

On the balcony of that suite room, at a table and chairs, the man was leisurely enjoying coffee while feeling the refreshing sea breeze.

A smile spread across his lips, faintly tinged with memories that were once painful.

I thought it was just a painful journey for my sister’s sake, but I never thought it would turn out like this.

The life of a ‘Chosen One’, lived as if abusing his own body to chase his sister’s traces.

That had now returned as a lot of money, bearing fruit in the form of a journey with his sister.

Now the man was at the starting point of a journey to see the whole world, just as his sister wished.

The journey he thought he would wander alone and lonely had changed into a noisy and happy one with his sister’s resurrection.

The fluffy carpet in the cruise suite room.

The cozy sofa and large flat-screen TV.

Luxurious furniture made of teak wood.

The soft lighting illuminating them.

Perhaps if the Purple Reaper hadn’t revived his sister, he wouldn’t have been able to enjoy all these things properly.

Turning his head to look inside the cabin, he saw his sister and the Purple Reaper sitting at the dining table.

His sister, looking exactly as she did in his memories from long ago.

That appearance, transcending time, was so exactly like her old self that even now, it felt like if he closed and opened his eyes, all of this might be a dream.

And in front of his sister was the Purple Reaper wearing an eyepatch.

The Purple Reaper, whose whole body had rusted to protect the man, had recovered considerably.

Only one scar remained.

One eye had a reddish tint, as if slightly rusted.

Confirming this, the Purple Reaper had made an eyepatch with a beaming face and was wearing it over one eye.

His sister was poking the Purple Reaper’s soft cheek playfully.

His sister, who had always liked Objects, finding them fascinating, also liked the Purple Reaper very much.

Perhaps because of this, his sister often teased the Purple Reaper.

The sister, who had been poking its cheek, held out an espresso cup to the Purple Reaper.

“Come on, you have to try this too. It’s the same coffee as brother’s.”

Sure enough, his sister started teasing the Purple Reaper again.

A small cup containing espresso, though quite large for the Purple Reaper.

The Purple Reaper held the espresso cup given by his sister, contemplating deeply.

The Purple Reaper trying to imitate the man’s actions.

And the Purple Reaper who likes sweet things and dislikes bitter things.

He could feel those two types of Purple Reapers fighting fiercely in that small head.

The Purple Reaper stuck out its tiny tongue and licked the hot espresso.

And perhaps because it was too bitter, it stuck out its tongue with a ‘Blehh’ expression, looking like it was about to cry.

Seeing this, the man got up from his seat, picked up a sugar cube he didn’t particularly like, and crunched on it.

Then he held it out to the Purple Reaper, telling it to eat too.

The Purple Reaper grinned broadly and began to gnaw on the sugar cube.

The man, quietly watching the Purple Reaper, ruffled his sister’s hair vigorously and said:

“Don’t tease it too much.”

Then, his sister replied ‘Okayyy’ in a slightly sulky voice and turned on the TV, sitting down in front of it.