It wouldn't work during the day, when there were too many people...
Wouldn't nighttime, when there were fewer people around, be perfect?
If the Black Monster went somewhere secluded, like the mountains or woods, even if his older brother knew he'd followed, he wouldn't say much to him.
Thinking about it that way...
The Young Scholar felt somewhat relieved.
He'd been worried about... the promise he'd made to his older brother...
Since he'd promised...
Actually, simply following the Black Monster out would already mean breaking his promise to his older brother...
But he knew what his older brother was worried about.
His older brother had explained it very clearly.
So as long as he avoided doing anything that would worry his older brother...
Even if he broke his promise to him just a little...
His older brother wouldn't blame him, would he...
The Young Scholar felt a little guilty.
He clenched his hand.
Then he slammed his head against the window frame.
"Thud!"
The Young Scholar grimaced in pain.
He reached up and rubbed his forehead.
Ow...
The Young Scholar sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.
Still, the collision had cleared his head.
Why was he worrying about all this now?
He was only making trouble for himself.
Once the three months he'd promised his older brother were up...
If there still hadn't been any progress, he could worry about it then.
The Young Scholar had made up his mind.
His furrowed brows relaxed.
The thing he needed to worry about most now was...
Whether the Black Monster would appear again before the three months he'd agreed on with his older brother were up...
But while worrying about that, he also needed to think carefully...
The next time he saw the Black Monster...