This failure would haunt the Young Scholar for the rest of his life.
The result would be terrifying.
The woman clenched her fingers.
Just the thought alone made goosebumps break out all over her body.
The woodcutter looked up.
The weather was beautiful today.
The azure sky stretched endlessly into the distance.
The bright sunlight made the entire sky seem to glitter.
It was completely different from the weather on the day he found his younger brother.
It was not raining.
There was no strong wind.
There was not the slightest trace of gloom.
It was as if all the darkness had been left behind on that day.
How he wished...
It were the same for his younger brother.
"I failed the examination..."
The woodcutter began, "My younger brother let everything out during those days, too..."
Everyone had treated him like a madman.
"I think that's enough."
In truth, the woodcutter did not particularly understand why his younger brother still wanted to see the Black Monster one more time.
What else did he have to say...
Hadn't he already said everything to the Black Monster during those days in that house?
Did his younger brother still have something new to say to the Black Monster?
Wouldn't it be better to let everything end in that house?
The woodcutter truly hoped that, after returning, his younger brother would never mention the Black Monster again.
He could simply act as if the Black Monster had never existed.
Unfortunately.
He did not get his wish.
His younger brother was determined to see that Black Monster again.
From this, it was clear that his younger brother's feelings toward that Black Monster were complicated.
Because of this, the woodcutter was even more unwilling to let his younger brother