"What, how did you..."
How did the woodcutter know?
Could it be!?
The Young Scholar's eyes lit up.
Had his older brother seen the Black Monster too!?
The light on the Young Scholar's face hadn't even had time to shine before it dimmed at the woodcutter's next words.
"Because only it..."
The woodcutter took a deep breath.
His expression was not particularly pleasant.
"Could make you stop acting like yourself."
You've become so impatient...
So...
Out of nowhere.
Leaving the rest of them completely unable to understand what the Young Scholar was doing...
If outsiders saw the Young Scholar like this...
Rumors would surely start flying again.
Thinking of the consequences made anger well up inside the woodcutter.
It kept growing.
It clogged his throat, making him feel like he might throw up.
The woodcutter's brow furrowed even more.
"Little brother."
"You just promised me."
"Do you remember?"
You haven't forgotten already, have you?
The Young Scholar froze.
Then he hurriedly explained, "No, brother..."
"I saw it!"
"I saw it just now!"
The woodcutter and the woman both froze.
Then disbelief and immense surprise appeared on their faces.
"You saw it?!"
"Didn't you say it hadn't appeared at all?"
"Yeah."
The Young Scholar clenched his fingers. "After last time, it hadn't appeared again until today."
"But just now, I saw it!"
The Young Scholar looked excited.
His voice was feverish.
The woodcutter and the woman both frowned deeply.
Their expressions were grim.
This was exactly how it went...
Whenever the Young Scholar encountered the Black Monster...
He became exceptionally excited and worked up.
As if he had become a completely different person.
Before the Young Scholar claimed to have seen the Black Monster, they had never seen him act like this...
How to