"They won't harm me."

Of course the young scholar knows this.

"They have no reason to lie to me, either."

"But……"

The young scholar couldn't help but collapse.

"How do I doubt myself?"

The young scholar covered his face with his hands.

"I saw it..."

"I really saw it..."

“More than once.”

“…it’s not auspicious…”

“It’s real, too.”

...

"younger brother….."

The woodcutter and the woman were a little scared by the performance of the young scholar.

The woman was a little reluctant and a little soft-hearted...

She looked at the woodcutter.

Did they push their younger brother too hard?

The next second, the woman was stunned.

“…My husband…”

The woman's voice was slightly unstable.

...

The woodcutter's face was not good-looking.

Very bad looking.

...

When the woodcutter heard what the young scholar had just said, he felt a little empathetic.

He understood his brother's entanglement.

Because he is the same.

My younger brother has been his pride since he was a child.

He has always been very nice to his younger brother.

In any case, he is on his younger brother's side.

He once thought it was.

Unexpectedly...

Such an incomprehensible thing happened.

My brother insisted that he saw the black monster that everyone else could not see...

He couldn't stand on his younger brother's side.

He hopes that his younger brother will wake up.

I hope my brother realizes that he is wrong...

There are no black monsters at all...

...

But the younger brother's almost collapsed performance just now made the woodcutter realize more and more deeply...

Let my brother realize this...

It's very difficult.

Very difficult.

...

Why doesn't this make the woodcutter feel...

The woodcutter took a deep breath.

Try to suppress the emotions that are beginning to be uncontrollable in your heart.

calm.

calm……

My brother was in pain, too.

He knows...

But he was also in pain...

His younger brother...

Why...

Will it become what it is now?

...

"Donor, donor."

The monk called out a few times, but the young scholar did not break free from his own world.

...

The monk plucked the Buddhist beads with his fingers and started to chant something in his mouth.

...

This stopped the woodcutter who was about to step forward.

...

The Buddha's fragrance is burning quietly.

The sound of chanting scriptures in the room is surrounded by sounds.

The young scholar's body slowly calmed down.

No trembling all over.

...

The young scholar finally slowly took off his hand covering his face.

He stared blankly at the monk who was chanting Buddhist scriptures.

His eyes gradually changed from intense to peace.

...

"donor."

The monk stopped and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Show a slight smile to the young scholar.

...

The young scholar was stunned.

He licked his lips slightly uncomfortable.

He just...

“…I’ve lost my composure.”

The young scholar bowed his head.

"terribly sorry."

...

The monk shook his head slightly.

“No obstacle.”

"Does the donor feel better now?"

...
To be continued...