The young scholar nodded.

"Wait until I go to that house..."

"Just go home."

...

"Don't go to that house."

The woodcutter said directly.

"That's someone else's house."

"You stayed there before, which made the owner of the house very distressed."

"If I hadn't found my brother in time, the owner of the house would have planned to report to the official."

"Let the officers and soldiers take you away."

"After this time, the owner of the house will not agree to you go in again."

...

"Why?"

The young scholar blurted out.

...

"Who will welcome an uninvited guest?"

The woodcutter's unceremonious way.

"Did you forget what you did before?"

"The owner of the house has made a lot of efforts to get you out of his house."

...

A little confused appeared on the young scholar's face.

What did he do?

He only remembers...

The dark eyes that looked at him.

When I think of those eyes...

The anger in the young scholar's heart ignited again.

...

"ah."

The young scholar cried out in a low voice.

...

"What's wrong?"

The woodcutter asked quickly.

...

The young scholar's eyes were burning.

“…It showed up the first time I wasn’t preparing food…”

"it……"

"Are you accepting your own achievements?"

"I believe it so deeply, it must think I'm ridiculous..."

"So at the end..."

"When I was most embarrassed..."

“It appears.”

The more I talked about it, the more angry the younger scholar became.

He was really completely disguised by this black monster.

...

The young scholar couldn't swallow this.

He was really going crazy.

...

"Enough!"

The woodcutter shouted loudly.

The loud sound made the air seem to stagnate for a second.

...

The young scholar was a little scared.

He stared at the woodcutter with wide eyes.

He seems to...

From the first time I can remember, I heard the woodcutter's voice so loudly at him...

...

"Enough..."

The woodcutter reached out and knocked his head.

He seemed to have said the same thing several times.

"younger brother."

The woodcutter's expression even showed a hint of coldness.

"Don't let me hear it again..."

"Anything about the black monster."

...

"Why?"

The young scholar blurted out.

...

“Because it’s fake!”

The woodcutter blurted out.

When the young scholar was met with the puzzled and shocked look, the woodcutter breathed a little.

"……younger brother."

The woodcutter was quite thoughtful, "Don't think of any black monsters anymore."

“It’s fake.”

"It's just your imagination."

...

"How is that possible?!"

The young scholar shook his head.

Denied words are faster than the brain has already said it.

"How could it be fake?"

The young scholar finds it ridiculous.

"elder brother."

He said.

"I saw it."

He pointed to his eyes.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

“More than once.”

“Many, many times.”

"And, it also ate a lot of food I gave it."
To be continued...