The Black Monster seemed to be planning to hear what he had to say...
But then...
The Black Monster had just come over to eat a string of fruit...
And now it was leaving?
The Young Scholar almost laughed in anger.
What was this supposed to mean?
"Hey!"
The Young Scholar shouted.
"Wait!"
"You're just going to leave like that?"
"Didn't you come down here on purpose?"
"Why are you leaving without saying anything?"
"If you won't talk,"
"then I will."
"I have so much to say to you."
"Don't go."
"I don't know if you know this..."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
"I didn't know where to look for you..."
"All I could do was wait."
It was the most passive and stupid method, but he had no other choice.
"I waited so long for you to show up."
"I..."
The Young Scholar paused.
He reined in the emotions surging inside him.
He had calmed down considerably.
This wasn't the time to vent his feelings.
He needed to finish saying what he wanted to say first, and vent afterward.
The Young Scholar slowly let out a breath.
"You..."
The Young Scholar spoke again.
When he saw that the Black Monster had actually stopped, he felt relieved.
Thank goodness.
It seemed they really could resolve the problem today.
He hoped his hunch was right.
"...Are you an Auspicious Omen?"
After agonizing over it for a long time, the Young Scholar's lips trembled.
At last, he asked the question that had been troubling him for so long.
"Are you really an Auspicious Omen?"
The Black Monster tilted its head and looked at him.
It seemed not to understand what he meant.
The Young Scholar froze.
He realized there was a serious