A mysterious thief grabs hold of one-half of an ancient artifact that threatens the lives of the wizarding community. Byulyi, a magical law enforcer bands together with Jungkook, her mentee, and Jin, a peculiar time-traveling wizard, to collect piec...
Byulyi flinched at the sunlight. She slowly lowered her hand and stepped forward from the gate.
With the arrival hall free from the rush of traffic, she lingered for a while and viewed the place the way first-time visitors did.
Seoul's International Magical Travel Terminal was a modern structure that weaved both technology and enchantment. Pillars were fashioned with LED and flashed advertisements and safety guidelines. Byulyi watched as threads of aquamarine spells twisted their way with lines of Wifi.
She then looked up and saw the true spectacle of the place. Up the high ceilings were silver flowing waves that moved with the wind. The design depicted the seas that surrounded the Korean peninsula.
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(Inspiration for Seoul International Magical Travel Terminal)
Moon Byulyi's moment of wonder was interrupted when a gruff man in a business suit bumped into her. He spared her no apologies, and with the little Hangeul, she knew, understood that she was being a nuisance.
She turned and was surprised at the scores of people from various nationalities swiftly walking out of the gates. All of them traveled by magic. All of them were in a hurry. And Moon Byulyi was in the way.
Byulyi observed that the crowd queued up in front of counters and followed their lead. On top were signs that held up a string of characters, and at the bottom was the English translation; South Korea Immigration, Department of Tourism.
She waited for her turn and passed the time by people-watching. Byulyi noticed the group in front of her chatted in French, and for a while, she thought of Namjoon. It was comforting that she had a colleague in Asia that was probably just as clueless as her.
Maybe showing off how well he can speak Thai. Which is very little. Byulyi thought with a chortle.
"Hyang-yu? (Balm?)" said an older woman behind her. She held out a small glass container. On the front was the label, tiger balm. The grandma was plump and had the minty scent of eucalyptus and camphor.
"Pardon?" Byulyi did not expect to communicate this early on in her trip to Seoul.
"Ah. English. I practice. Painful?" the older woman cleared her throat and pointed to Byulyi's neck.
Knowing that her Hangeul skills were abysmal, Byulyi murmured a spell. Like the sensation of a warm drink gracing one's mouth, the flow of Hangeul and English mixed down her voice box. With the translation charm in place, Byulyi offered the older woman to move ahead of her in the queue.
"Kamsahamnida," the older woman gave her a bow and continued to eye Byulyi with interest. "Your skin is so nice."
For a moment, Byulyi kept quiet, feeling awkward. But then the woman asked something that made her choke.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Byulyi looked at the woman, feeling her cheeks heat up. Her mouth opened and closed at the intrusive question. The older woman soon rummaged through her purse and took out a photo.
"If not, my grandson, Jung-hwan-ah. He's a famous idol. Do you know Sandeul?"
"Um. Er-."
"He's a singer and had sung in many dramas. See. He is very handsome. I can give you his number-"
"Next!" said the immigration officer.
"Maybe another time," Byulyi blew on her bangs in relief.
Before the older woman faced the immigration counter, she winked and magicked the photograph to fly to Byulyi's hand. On its back were an autograph and a mobile number.
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