"...That was too heartless..."
The woman pursed her lips.
"The child is scared. Wouldn't it be better to spend more time with him?"
"With someone else there, the child wouldn't hallucinate either, right?"
"Why lock the child up alone..."
Wouldn't that make his condition worse?
Wouldn't being alone... make it easier for him to overthink?
That was right.
The Eminent Monk looked at the woman.
What a simple principle...
There was no need to see it with one's own eyes.
Even a completely unrelated stranger could hear this and reach the same conclusion.
Yet Sixth Miss had not.
"You two are wonderful."
The Eminent Monk smiled.
He looked at the Young Scholar. "You have a very good older brother and sister-in-law."
The Young Scholar's lips moved faintly.
He nodded.
"...Yes."
"I know."
"If you know, then tell your older brother more about your situation."
The Eminent Monk smiled.
"Don't hide anything."
"I told my older brother..."
the Young Scholar muttered.
He had told his older brother and sister-in-law everything about the Black Monster.
The woodcutter and the woman nodded.
Yes.
The younger brother had told them everything.
The Eminent Monk smiled.
"This humble monk doesn't know whether he can help you..."
"If you two are willing, could you answer this humble monk a few questions?"
Huh?
The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.
"Us?"
The Eminent Monk wanted to question them?
They had thought the Eminent Monk wanted to question the Young Scholar.
The Young Scholar was also somewhat surprised.
He had also thought the Eminent Monk wanted to question him.
He had almost said yes just now.
The Young Scholar forcibly swallowed the two words he was about to say.
"Yes."
The Eminent Monk nodded.
"This