Chapter 67

Villain Only 067

The Lady of the Grand Prince (4)

"Is it because you originally sang, your voice production is really good."

After getting the consent of the PD and the writer, Jung Seohoon went to match the camera breathing and started by speaking softly.

The first impression is a crucial turning point that determines the future of interpersonal relationships.

Jung Seohoon tried to ease Han Sehee's tension with a fact-based compliment.

"Thank you..."

Unlike the powerful voice she had just used in the acting, her voice was now barely audible.

Thinking that she must be nervous about whether there was a big problem with her acting, even with the co-star, Jung Seohoon thought,

'It's easier than handling a young soldier on the battlefield for the first time.'

He had done a lot of mental training for young, more nervous boy and girl soldiers.

He needed to ease her guard a bit more with more compliments.

"But your profile says you're 168 cm tall, is that correct?"

"Excuse me?"

As tension returned to Han Sehee's eyes, Jung Seohoon reassured her with a gentle smile.

"Actually, you look a bit taller, around 171 cm. I have a good eye for these things."

"That... It's actually 171 cm. But fans get uncomfortable if you're too tall, so I haven't updated my profile yet. I grew about 8 cm while doing group activities."

"I see. I thought you looked a bit taller than your profile."

"Will being tall be a problem for the role?"

"No, it's not a problem at all. You don't need to worry about that."

"Yes..."

She still seemed tense.

Jung Seohoon thought about what he could say to ease her tension.

"Doesn't the drama, or the entertainment industry as a whole, feel like a battlefield? When I saw Han Sehee earlier, that's what I thought."

"In what way?"

The tension in her large eyes eased, replaced by curiosity. It seemed to be working.

"Real battlefields are also merciless. You see a lot of young soldiers who aren't even adults. I heard you debuted in middle school, and everyone is fighting so fiercely, it feels just like a battlefield."

"Ahaha..."

Han Sehee suddenly started to giggle softly, even though he hadn't intended it to be funny.

The conversation between Kim Sanghee and Jang Seungwon was vividly picked up by the lieutenant colonel's senses.

"What's so funny? I don't find it funny at all."

"Your face is so serious, even explaining a cumulative distribution function would make people laugh. I sometimes burst out laughing just looking at your back."

"That's a bit..."

With a raspy breath, Jung Seohoon refocused on Han Sehee.

"Han Sehee, your acting is good. Your appearance fits the role well."

"Do I look good?"

She couldn't hide her joy in her voice.

Thinking she might have misunderstood his compliment as a compliment on her beauty, Jung Seohoon quickly corrected himself.

"I mean your image, your outward appearance. You look perfect as the young wife of the Grand Prince."

"Oh, my image..."

"But it seems you're not yet familiar with how to bring that image out. If you can break that shell, I expect you to show a good performance as the Grand Prince's wife."

"Am I really that bad in the eyes of the PD and the writer? Is it that bad that you had to come out here...?"

Her voice wavered slightly, as if she was scared again.

Despite her mature appearance, her expression and tone revealed her true age.

"No. All three of us decided to cast you. Your role is confirmed."

"Oh."

"But since we're doing a camera test, wouldn't you want to make a good impression on the PD and the writer?"

"A better impression...?"

"They'll put more effort into your scenes. It will also help your acting career."

"Yes, senior. I understand!"

Han Sehee spoke confidently, and Jung Seohoon added softly,

"In terms of seniority, I'm a distant junior. There's a big difference in our debut years."

"But in acting, you're much more senior than me. You're also three years older."

"Ah, still, I guess. Anyway, you seem more relaxed now. Let's try matching the camera breathing."

"Yes!"

After finishing his words, Jung Seohoon stepped back a few paces and became aware of the camera.

Han Sehee closed her eyes, muttering something to gather her emotions.

At that moment, a large, transparent camera lens captured both of them.

Everything except Han Sehee disappeared from his view, and the scenery changed.

'Different.'

When the camera focused on Han Sehee earlier, she had become the wife of the Grand Prince, crossing time to the past.

She was dressed in the attire of the Grand Prince's wife, looking at herself in that era.

However, the scenery around Jung Seohoon was not from the past.

He was in the middle of a battlefield filled with blood and corpses, wearing a lieutenant colonel's uniform and holding the dog tags of dead subordinates.

-Wife...

The lieutenant colonel called out to her with a hoarse voice, then abruptly stopped breathing.

Han Sehee was looking around with a surprised expression.

The sudden, script-less action made the lieutenant colonel instinctively draw her attention.

-Now, you can't even see your husband clearly after just a little daytime drinking?

The impromptu line was a reflex to draw her attention.

'Why is she doing this?'

Han Sehee, who had been looking around with a fixed body, suddenly turned to look at him.

Her small, pale face showed surprise, then gradually calmed down.

At that moment, her attire jumped through hundreds of years.

Wearing a luxurious hanbok skirt and a tight-fitting jeogori, she opened her mouth as the wife of the Grand Prince.

-Lord, today you have drunk too much.

Sympathy, disappointment, resignation, and compassion for her husband's endless idleness were all reflected in her eyes, expression, and voice.

To the point where he wondered how much the PD and the writer were leaning forward outside the lens, she was perfectly possessed by the spirit of the Grand Prince's wife.

'What is this? The scenery is different.'

An invisible line separated the Grand Prince's wife and the lieutenant colonel, isolating their different landscapes.

On this side was a beach with floating corpses and broken warships.

On the other side was a charming pavilion in the mountains of the past, with the sound of a clear stream.

The wounded lieutenant colonel, staggering, struggled to approach the Grand Prince's wife.

The moment he crossed the line, the lieutenant colonel turned into a drunk Grand Prince, and the battlefield instantly transformed into the past.

This was the first time.

While the scenes shown by the camera during acting were similar, they had always been based on the world where Rashid existed.

But now, the camera was showing a landscape completely unrelated to Rashid for the first time.

-Now, let's go inside.

-Where are you going?

-Obviously, to the lord's residence.

-Residence? There is no place in this sky that is my home. Even though I was born of noble blood, there is not a single inch of true land for me in this country!

This line was not originally in this scene.

He impulsively brought in a line from another script that connected to this scene.

But the Grand Prince believed in the rhythm of breathing in his wife's eyes as she looked at him.

He expected her to follow him.

And the wife followed the Grand Prince's steps without hesitation.

-So... are you really going, Lord?

-Wife...

-Are you really going to take that difficult path?

-I must go. Even if it's a path of thorns that the whole world points fingers at, I must take it.

-Then, Lord.

The young wife paused, looking at him with a sorrowful gaze.

The rhythm was so perfectly tuned that he wished it could stay like this forever.

Han Sehee was nowhere to be seen.

Only the Grand Prince's wife stood before him.

-I will go with you. No matter where you go, no matter where you are, always...

-I will not let go of your hand, even in hell.

The Grand Prince and his wife held each other's hands tightly, looking into each other's eyes forever.

***

Kim Sanghee clenched her fists tightly.

Her silent scream was vividly conveyed to Jang Seungwon.

He, too, was amazed, though he didn't show it, as he watched the screen.

Han Sehee's acting, which had been at a sufficient level, had completely changed just by standing in front of the camera with Jung Seohoon.

Her eyes, expression, and actions were clearly those of a royal woman worried about and longing for her husband on a difficult path.

"Good, very good."

Jang Seungwon barely restrained the urge to clap.

Even sincere praise could be too much for a newcomer like Han Sehee.

"Ah, it was good. As expected, it's because you're a perfect match for the role. Your emotional expression was truly that of the Grand Prince's wife."

Jang Seungwon threw a refined compliment, but Han Sehee's eyes were still fixed on Jung Seohoon.

He chuckled and cleared his throat.

"Alright. Grand Prince, Grand Prince's wife, let's return to reality now. This PD understands."

"Ah."

Han Sehee let out a short cry, quickly letting go of Jung Seohoon's hand and stepping back.

Her face slightly flushed, she bowed to the director.

"I'm sorry."

"Not at all. Your emotional immersion was so good, it was a pleasure to watch. I really look forward