"They really didn't see you."
My brother and sister-in-law had looked completely serious at the time.
They wouldn't have played a joke like that on him, either.
Thinking of how they had acted, the Young Scholar furrowed his brow.
His face darkened.
"Why?"
The Young Scholar couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard he tried.
Especially after talking so much with Little Auspicious Omen.
"Can you tell me why?"
The Young Scholar looked at Little Auspicious Omen.
But the Young Scholar didn't get an answer.
All he got was what seemed to be another eye roll.
Then Little Auspicious Omen turned and left.
The little creature was indeed nimble.
The Young Scholar blinked, and Little Auspicious Omen was gone.
The Young Scholar couldn't help standing up.
He strode to the window and looked outside.
After a while, the Young Scholar lowered his eyes.
He could no longer find Little Auspicious Omen.
Little Auspicious Omen really was...
A ghost coming and going without a trace.
The Young Scholar shook his head slightly.
He turned and went back to his seat.
He was feeling a little anxious.
Meeting Little Auspicious Omen had been wonderful, but his study time had shrunk considerably.
That made him feel uneasy.
The woman told the woodcutter the good news when he returned.
After she gave her younger brother steamed buns this time, he hadn't acted strangely again.
She had even pressed her ear against the door to listen.
There hadn't been a sound from inside the room.
The woodcutter nodded with a smile.
"I told you that last time was just an accident."
"How could anything happen to your younger brother?"
"Look."
The woodcutter proudly raised his hand. "What did I bring back today?"
"A wild boar?!"