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[Leon, he who laughs last is the ultimate winner.]
The moment this line came out, Leon furrowed his brow. His father had never said anything like that.
He who laughs last, is the ultimate winner.
Who will have the last laugh when this war ends, where both sides have risked everything? He wondered, not knowing that the woman who was both his enemy and his target in this war was asking the same question in the same space.
[Blow! Blow quickly!]
[Ugh!]
When the scene of that night at Abington Beach came on, both of them closed their eyes. Grace also covered her ears, but instead of stopping the horrible sound, it became clearer. The sound that was ringing in her ears was the sound she had heard that night.
It was a time when I would rather take my hands off my ears than listen to the screams in my head with the sounds from outside.
[father!]
The boy's heartbreaking scream was heard.
When you first saw your father, who had grown cold, did you scream like that? Maybe you came looking for me, who never came no matter how long you waited, and found my body. The moment that thought came to mind, my heart sank.
The moment Eli's face overlapped with the boy's face screaming in front of his father's body, my breath was caught in my throat.
After having a child, I looked at that day with new eyes. The thirteen-year-old boy who seemed like an adult at the time now looked like a child. A child who had suffered an unbearable shock must have become a monster blinded by revenge. And I could understand why that revenge arrow was directed at me.
We were all immature. Adults were even more immature.
The two people who hadn't grown at all since that day were still immature. She wanted to grow, but she didn't know what a mature adult was. So, she ran away again, immaturely, just like that night.
Grace, stop. The boy is gone. The boy you loved is dead.
Who killed him?
I am.... I am not.
As the blue eyes that had once called her a dirty pig stared at her from the darkness, she clenched her teeth. She opened her tightly shut eyes and glared at the back of the man's head.
Why is it that the man is so happy, but I am still suffering from guilt and pity that are not my share?
Don't forget what that monster did to me. Understanding a monster doesn't mean you can forgive it.
[The youngest domestic intelligence officer in our Western Command...]
It was only when the play jumped forward several years and began to tell the story of Leon Winston as an adult that she was finally able to shake off the nagging thoughts. He was easier to hate than a boy.
[Captain Winston, Jim trusts you.]
Grace's face distorted as the King suddenly appeared. The King was portrayed as a long-time supporter and patron of Leon Winston. At this point, it began to look like a propaganda film rather than an entertainment film.
Even characters who did not exist in reality appeared one by one. Not only that, but the events leading up to the Blackburn massacre were almost entirely fictitious.
'Isn't that completely nonsense?'
Grace and Leon held back their laughter as everyone else held back their tears. To the hundreds of people in the theater, the film was a tearful and magnificent drama, but to them alone, it was a comedy.
But as the play reached its climax, I couldn't laugh anymore.
[I was born a hero's son, so I will die a hero.]
The moment the tired line came out of the actor's mouth, Grace thought of something similar in the man's voice.
"Honey, do you know that?"
It was the last night that Leon Winston had locked himself in the torture chamber. In that cramped bed, the man lay with her, his body covered, and he said these words.
"I will be born a noble, live as a monster, and die as a hero."
Then he put his lips close to her ear and whispered.
"After that, I want to live as an ordinary man."
What followed those words was arsenic.
"That's crazy."
"You know right?"
It was a crazy drunken rant. From death to the next life. It was so uncharacteristic of Leon Winston.
Anyway, today's Leon Winston has achieved his dream of becoming a hero. So, is it time for him to die in order to achieve his next goal of living as an ordinary man?
Should I have let you die?
Grace grumbled, glaring at the back of the man's head who hadn't moved an inch.
You are a hero, what am I?
As expected, she didn't even appear in the movie. At the celebration party honoring the hero who cleared away the bloody past and opened a new era, the nameless hero was just an uninvited guest. Grace got up and went out.
The movie was not only a mess because of the King's intervention. The whole story that Leon told the screenwriter was 20% true and 80% fiction. And Grace was not in that whole story. She is a woman who does not exist in the records.
So people wouldn't know that the real hero that day was Grace Riddle. And the real loser that day was Leon Winston.
The town of Blackburn was recreated so horribly in a ridiculous movie theme that Leon's vision blurred as he saw the entrance to the town where she had gotten off the bus and disappeared.
If I had caught it at that moment, every moment of the past three years would have been different.
[Do you know what the most cruel revenge is?]
Leon answered to himself in the movie.
love.
A love that is forever ignored by the one you love. The woman who knew this and successfully realized it was a genius tactician.
As the battle began with a hail of bullets, the audience's excitement was palpable in the heat that filled the theater. This exhilarating revenge drama was a bitter tragedy for him.
Soon, as the movie draws to a close, Leon Winston will be laughing, having achieved his revenge. It was a mockery and torture for him.
It was becoming hard to see anymore. Leon ignored the curious stares pouring in and went outside.
In a simple and clear-cut entertainment film that focuses only on simple lessons and peripheral stimulation, there was no story of a boy and a girl whose lives were turned upside down by the tragedy of Abington Beach. It was natural. The relationship that was entangled for a long time with betrayal, death, misunderstanding, and hatred, which could have ended in a simple and simple way, could never be defined simply and clearly.
Leon walked towards the end of the deserted hallway, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
If our story were a movie, it would be the most brutal and long-winded love story in history. While no one could predict the ending, Leon alone foolishly expected a happy ending.
But now I can't be sure of a happy ending. I just hope the movie doesn't end in an unexpected tragedy.
"Phew... ."
Grace, who was walking around the empty VIP lounge, sighed deeply. I came here for nothing. I saw this for nothing. I should leave this place quickly. She muttered these words to herself over and over again as she picked up a bottle of expensive champagne from the table.
This isn't stealing. After all, the VIPs will head straight to the hotel party hall after the movie ends, so it's obvious that the drinks and food in the VIP lounge will end up in the employees' mouths.
This is the job of the person who takes care of things first. So it was her job.
I stopped by the lounge on my way home because I needed a fireworks display for Christmas Eve. That day would mark three years since I managed to escape that man.
The final winner... .
Grace smiled bitterly at the poster on the wall as she stuffed champagne into her handbag. If history is written from the perspective of the victors, then movies are written from the perspective of those who paid for the production.
Even the man who believes that everyone in the world is the ultimate winner might call that movie a complete sloppy piece of work that is completely different from his perspective.
By the way, from whose perspective was that decision made?
Fortunately for Grace, all the rebels in the torture scene were men. I wondered whose decision it was not to include Angela Riddle in the film. Even if it was his decision, it might not have been out of consideration for her, but to protect her father's honor.
Grace smiled bitterly at the poster on the wall as she stuffed champagne into her handbag. If history is written from the perspective of the victors, then movies are written from the perspective of those who paid for the production.
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Even the man who believes that everyone in the world is the ultimate winner might call that movie a complete sloppy piece of work that is completely different from his perspective.
I was actually wondering if it was the same reason I didn't appear.
Grace laughed in vain as she recalled the man she had seen with her own eyes today. The exhilaration she had felt from still looking for me and Ellie disappeared like a mirage the moment she saw Leon Winston's relaxed figure on the red carpet.
Why on earth did I distort that man in my head? There was no sign of danger at all, like in my imagination or dreams.
If you were a mountain ash, I would laugh out loud.
Because I wanted to see things that didn't exist, I ended up thinking about the time of that man's engagement ceremony. From the small incident that happened on the anniversary of his father's death, to the moment I met my biological father, who I didn't even know existed, to the event that eventually led to me having Ellie. Looking back, that was a big turning point.
"I have to give it to my daughter...."
Grace, feeling depressed for no reason, muttered to herself as she picked up a bottle of juice, cookies, a box of chocolates, and other items from the table and put them in her handbag. She cheered up when she imagined Ellie's face looking happy at this.
I was about to go out carrying my handbag, which had become so heavy that I thought the shoulder strap might break.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The voice of the security guard standing guard in the hallway could be heard outside the door.
"The lounge is this way."