The woman didn't continue.
After a brief moment of confusion, the Young Scholar immediately understood.
His older brother must have spent quite a bit of money.
At that thought...
Although the Young Scholar still looked a little awkward, he sat firmly down in the chair.
The results of the examination were just as the Young Scholar had expected.
There was nothing wrong with him.
If he had to name any problems, it was that his emotions had been rather volatile lately and he hadn't been getting enough rest...
Just a few minor issues like that.
The doctor left behind a prescription for a calming and nourishing herbal decoction, then departed.
The woodcutter and the woman saw the doctor to the door.
The doctor left with his medicine chest on his back, his steps steady.
The woodcutter and the woman turned away after watching the doctor leave, then slowly headed toward the study.
It was naturally a good thing that his younger brother was fine.
But...
The woodcutter and the woman were also a little disappointed.
They knew his younger brother wasn't without problems.
Unfortunately.
The doctor hadn't discovered them.
After this, the woodcutter did as he'd said and stopped bringing up the Black Monster to his younger brother.
He left everything up to his younger brother.
His younger brother could do whatever he wanted.
If the woodcutter didn't bring it up, the woman certainly wouldn't either.
The Young Scholar had gotten what he wanted...
The freedom to wait for the Black Monster to appear without anyone interfering...
But as the days went by, the Black Monster still didn't appear.
The Young Scholar began to grow anxious.
Especially once he realized how much time he'd wasted.
He became increasingly restless.
He