"I'm not going!"
"Let go of me!"
"Brother!"
Driven by desperation and panic, the Young Scholar began to grow somewhat frantic.
"Darling..."
The woman couldn't help speaking up.
Maybe...
they should let go of the Young Scholar first?
She was starting to feel sorry for him.
The woodcutter glanced at the woman.
Then he looked at the Young Scholar across from him.
His pale face was flushed with an unnatural redness.
His pupils trembled violently.
His expression was stricken with fear, enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.
She couldn't help feeling a little uneasy herself.
"You refuse to make a choice yourself."
The woodcutter didn't release the Young Scholar's arm, but he stopped walking.
"So I'll make the choice for you."
"Little brother."
"Time waits for no one."
"More often than not, refusing to choose is a choice in itself."
The woodcutter had already sensed how fixated the Young Scholar was on the Black Monster.
Even so, he was surprised all over again.
The boy cared so much that he wasn't willing to make a three-month agreement with him...
This kid...
Did he even know what he was doing?
Was he planning to keep waiting even if he still hadn't seen the Black Monster three months from now?
After saying this, the woodcutter started walking again.
Caught off guard, the Young Scholar stumbled as he was pulled along.
"Brother!"
The Young Scholar's voice cracked.
"I choose the other one!"
"Brother!"
The woodcutter stopped again.
He turned around.
"You choose..."
"the other one?"
"Mm-hmm."
The Young Scholar nodded hurriedly.
"The other one!"
"I'll make an agreement with you!"
The woodcutter stared at the Young Scholar.
He waited for him to continue.
Only after realizing that the woodcutter had really stopped