The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 2



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Gasp gasp-

I ran hard out of breath.

I kept running and running along the walking trails set up around the hotel until I was out of breath.

‘Just 1000 more yards!’

We all have times when our hearts feel heavy.

Every time that happens I run with all my might.

Then I would feel like something that had been weighing on my chest was lifted.

‘Ah… I feel like I’m flying.’

It feels really good to run and get some fresh air.

It feels like all the stress that has been bothering me has been relieved.

Ugh-

But there is a limit to everything.

As I overdid the pace a lot my body started to send strange signals.

My heart was pounding like crazy and my breath was ragged as if the military band was playing.

“under….”

I thought I couldn’t go any further so I stopped running for a moment and sat down on the grass.

I ran at full speed so I lost all my strength.

I immediately laid down on the floor in the shape of the letter L spreading both my arms and both legs.

‘I’m so tired I could die.’

I ran without any thought or thought and forgot the pain of reality for a moment but as soon as I stopped moving the reality I had forgotten came back to me.

An inexplicable sense of suffocation squeezes one side of my chest.

‘Why did this happen to me? Why did this ridiculous thing happen to me?’

A period of about forty years long if it’s long and short if it’s short.

I haven’t lived a more ordinary life than others.

But something incredible happened to me about a week ago.

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‘At first I thought it was a dream.’

Think about it.

That I am possessing someone else’s body not my own.

At the same time it is said that time travel is possible.

How would you feel?

Even if I had experienced just one of the two it would have been a big deal and made headlines in the newspapers.

Now I was experiencing all of this at the same time.

‘Ugh… Do you have a cramp in your leg? Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard today?’

Now I wasn’t dreaming.

It is definitely a reality.

like this.

Isn’t it incredibly painful every time you go over the face?

If it was a dream it wouldn’t be this vivid.

I lay down on the grass and straightened my back.

A panoramic view of Tokyo came into view.

‘What happened to my body originally?’

I recalled my last memory.

Beep beep-

okay.

that’s right….

It was noisy with disaster text alarms.

‘Then everything shook.’

That was the first time I realized that the ground could move like a stick.

‘An earthquake hit Tokyo…’

I was on a business trip to Japan to lobby for legislation and at that time a natural disaster struck the entire archipelago.

The Great Nankai Earthquake tore through central Tokyo causing mass casualties.

‘Even the once quiet Mt. Fuji has begun to move.’

Now I have resigned myself to the idea that I will die without being able to move.

I was groaning under the rubble of a collapsed hotel but no one came to save me.

‘I was so scared that I closed my eyes for a moment…’

As if heaven had helped me I woke up again in the Grand Hotel where I had been staying.

But soon I fell into despair.

Because the place I woke up was not the original world I was in.

‘What’s important is that you lived. More than that…’

Even as I ran along the trail and lay down on the grass I kept rolling my eyes without stopping.

They say habits are scary.

My habit of observing my surroundings closely has come out again.

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‘It feels like there are CCTVs everywhere.’

In this day and age there is no TV which should be in every home.

There aren’t many street lights on the street.

But I still felt like I was walking down a street full of CCTVs.

‘This guy and that guy. They were all watching me.’

There’s also a man loosening up on the left.

A gentleman sitting on the front bench pretending to read a newspaper.

There is also a staff member who guides guests from the hotel lobby to the cafe.

Everyone glances at me and secretly observes my every move.

For the past week that I have been living in this body.

Every time I moved these guys would persistently follow me.

‘If you hadn’t looked closely you wouldn’t have noticed.’

excuse me.

Even the old man who just passed me by is like that.

He pretended not to notice anything but he sat next to me and had breakfast this morning.

Last night you were drinking alone and someone came over and ordered you a drink you didn’t even drink.

‘I wish this was just a delusion…’

It’s been about ten years since I started working as a lobbyist.

In Washington D.C. the capital of the United States I made a living as a professional lobbyist.

I was confident because I had experience in it.

‘Watching the opponent’s movements means that my movements can also be observed.’

It’s an industry imperative to investigate which interest groups your competitors’ employees meet with and who they talk to.

So I could kind of tell if someone was following me and investigating me even if it wasn’t CIA level.

“Your Majesty the King.”

Someone is approaching from far away.

Using the royal title of King Uiwang.

‘It’s strange that he’s called a king. He’s a prince…’

The possessed body was a royal blood relative with royal blood flowing through it.

The problem is that he is a prince of Joseon not a prince of Japan.

For Japan which dreams of advancing into the continent I would be a target of close surveillance.

It was because of this special status that I thought of them as watchers earlier.

If I were a high-ranking Japanese official I would have given the same order.

“…speak.”

I stood up wiping the sweat from my forehead.

After that I answered in a low voice to the man who followed me.

“How about you go back to your guest room for your next appointment?”

The Korean man looked at his watch and urged me on.

At this I nodded.

“Let’s do that.”

It’s time to take a dump.

I’m the one who made the shit so I have to clean it up.

‘I regret it.’

After possessing the body of a Joseon prince he caused quite a stir during the process of recognizing it.

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidnapping me on set and taking hidden camera photos?

Are you guys aliens?

They caused a ruckus by using words that people of the time could not understand.

‘It couldn’t be helped it’s hard to believe that he possessed someone else’s body… and who would accept that he came to the past on the spot?’

under-

Thinking back to that time a week ago makes my head hurt again.

I grumbled to myself and started slowly walking back to the room I was staying in.

* * *

“Your Majesty I will allow the guests outside to come in.”

“okay.”

An older Westerner and a Japanese man approached me.

“Interest is…..”

“Do you remember? The foreign media says it’s Sakamoto.”

A guy from the Japanese government.

The ostensible purpose is to make things convenient for me but…

I don’t need to say anything about the original purpose everyone knows it.

“Oh the Westerner standing over there is a doctor who treats psychiatry at Tokyo Hospital. His name is Dr. Bake.”

“It is an honor to meet you Your Majesty.”

“Please take care of me Doctor.”

The process of cleaning up the mess was surprisingly simple.

I’m having a serious interview with the congressman.

“Your Majesty let us begin.”

“Yes. Where should I start?”

I had this test done several times when I lived in the US.

Lobbyist is a very psychologically unstable job.

I have a lot of experience in the field of psychiatry which is inseparable from treatment.

“Please speak comfortably.”

I looked around.

There are quite a few ears listening besides the patients and the doctors.

“We will step aside for a moment.”

“I would appreciate it if you would do that.”

Anyway the conversation we have in this room will reach that guy’s ears.

First of all I quickly sent the Japanese official out of my room because I was feeling uncomfortable.

“Ahem. What happened is….”

When Dr. Bake and I were left alone in the room I began to speak.

I told the doctor what happened the week before and why I acted that way even making up my own reasons.

“I think I drank too much the other day. I was also daydreaming about a novel I had read in America the day before. That’s why I got that bad feeling.”

I tried to fix it in my own way.

But some who have seen my past actions will think I am half crazy.

Even the guy in front of me right now is like that.

Didn’t a neuropsychiatrist come instead of an internist?

“So in short he got drunk and caused a disturbance.”

Forgetting your own existence.

It’s been several years since I’ve been here so all the nonsense I’ve said is just drunken talk.

The doctor looked at me with an expression of understanding and nodded.

“Don’t worry too much. This kind of thing is more common than you think.”

huh?

Why is the reaction like this?

“Common?”

Is there anyone who said something like that?

Bake answered my question.

“Yes. I have seen many cases like this when I was working as a doctor in the United States.”

“okay?”

“The prince caused a little bit of a commotion but the course of action is the same.”

According to Dr. Bake’s experience….

Rich family.

Furthermore it is said that European royalty sometimes complained about these difficulties when they came to study in the United States.

“So… you’re saying that if noble children who were treated well in their own country are treated like commoners in a foreign country they will become sick inside?”

“That’s not exactly what I meant but if you interpret it that way Prince then… I guess it’s similar.”

It’s said that when you can’t do what you want you become mentally ill.

Eventually you start to miss your hometown.

‘That’s a roundabout way of saying homesickness.’

Homesickness appears to manifest itself in various forms.

I know it well.

From those who show extreme depression.

A person who gambles.

An alcoholic.

Even I who acted strangely.

‘And since you’re treating my actions like they were nothing I guess there are worse cases out there.’

I put my hands together and asked Bake.

“So… what should I do? What’s the cure?”

Homesickness is literally a mental illness caused by missing one’s hometown.

So the cure was simple.

Doesn’t it usually get better when you return to where you were born?

I asked with that in mind but the doctor’s answer was different.

“Continue to think positively… Increase your outdoor activities. Avoid staying in dark indoor spaces.”

“also….”

“If you take the medicine I prescribe you will feel much better.”

“also?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“does not exist?”

“yes.”

The doctor in front of me did not tell me the most effective prescription.

A word telling you to go home.

Why are you keeping your mouth shut so tightly when you say something so difficult?

‘Hey you bastard.’

There seems to be an hidden intention.

This doctor also seems reluctant to let me return to Joseon.

‘This guy’s area of ​​activity must be Japan.’

If you want support from the Japanese government it’s best to do what they want.

Rather than giving me a sincere prescription for a situation I might only see a few times in the future it was clear that he would tell stories that would suit the Japanese government’s tastes for his own glory.

‘Some people might think I’m just pretending to be sick.’

I took a moment to recall my memories.

The original owner of this body.

Because his memories remained with me like fragments of a file.

‘The original owner wanted to return to his homeland.’

So he sent a letter to his father and asked his officials for help.

Recently he even claimed that he wanted to return under the pretense of being sick.

It seemed like this latest disturbance was an extension of that behavior.

‘Anyway… I don’t like either of them.’

Actually I didn’t have high expectations.

But it is also true that it becomes bitter.

Seeing in front of me a man who had betrayed his Hippocratic oath to serve his patients made me feel unpleasant deep inside.

“Okay I see. I’ll just go.”

He issued an order to the congressman to vacate the room.

Because I wanted to get that bastard’s face out of my sight for even a second.

* * *

Still I wonder if the interview with him as he is a psychiatrist was helpful?

My complicated mind has become much simpler.

‘We need to face reality.’

Even the doctors who treat me can become my watchdogs.

This fact really struck me.

‘Until a week ago I was lobbyist Park Byeong-jun. But now I am Yi Kang the second prince of Joseon.’

The original owner of the possessed body is a member of the Joseon royal family.

In the past becoming a member of the royal family could be seen as winning the lottery but the current situation is an exception.

Foreign country.

To be exact aren’t you living in Japan an enemy country that is trying to swallow up Joseon?

The first thing I need to do right now is get off this fucking island.

Only then will you be able to live with both legs stretched out.

“Then… where should I go?”

A situation where the option of staying in Japan has been eliminated.

In the midst of all this I am presented with two choices.

‘First of all….’

It is to return to the original country Joseon or rather the Korean Empire.

The original owner of this body also thought it would be best to return to Joseon.

So instead of staying in the United States where he had gone to study abroad he would have been sending a request to his father to return home from a nearby archipelago.

‘But is this… really the right answer?’

As a second-generation immigrant I was born and raised in the United States.

Is that why?

I didn’t know much about the history of Korea the country of my father and mother.

‘One thing is certain: the Korean Empire will perish.’

But I know this for sure.

The age of imperialism.

The weak Korean Empire eventually fell victim to Japan while walking a tightrope.

‘The royalty of a fallen kingdom.’

What would that life be like?

Is it really better than life in Japan now?

‘Well it can’t be worse than this it definitely won’t be better.’

Oh of course.

I could live comfortably if I turned my back on my people and led the treasonous march but at least I didn’t want to do that.

‘I don’t want to be a traitor and a traitor.’

America is the only country that is truly devoted to patriotism.

I was educated there.

I felt a strong aversion to treason.

‘then….’

After eliminating the options one by one by using the method of elimination I was left with only one.

‘Is that the only way…?’

The original body studied abroad for 6 years.

Plus the place where I was born and raised before the Ice Age.

USA.

I have to go back there.

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