"It's not safe here at night."
The woodcutter frowned.
"Let's go back first."
Whatever we have to say can wait until we're back.
Even though he knew the Black Monster paid him no mind...
The Young Scholar still wasn't willing to leave just like that.
"...I waited so long for it to appear..."
The Young Scholar murmured.
How long would he have to wait for the Black Monster to appear again?
He had wanted to settle the score between himself and the Black Monster this time.
But judging from their "confrontation" just now...
Though it was something between the two of them, from beginning to end, the only one who cared, who suffered for it, who went mad and lost his mind...
Was him alone.
The other party seemed not to know that he was one of the "people involved" at all.
He wasn't even an onlooker.
At least an onlooker would watch the commotion.
But the Black Monster was completely indifferent to everything.
Its attitude was plain: it didn't know, didn't care, and wasn't concerned...
It had nothing to do with it.
No matter what the Young Scholar did, it was useless.
So if he stayed here...
What else could he do?
But if he left just like that...
This might really be the last time he ever saw the Black Monster.
For some reason...
The Young Scholar had a strong premonition.
"Little brother."
The woodcutter spoke gravely, with a hint of a sigh in his voice. "Let's go back."
"..."
The Young Scholar said nothing.
But a stubborn look appeared on his face.
The woodcutter's brow furrowed.
This stubborn fool.
He hesitated over whether to drag his little brother back by force...
Then a thought flashed through his mind.
He realized something.