"What are you looking for?"

The woodcutter asked subconsciously.

...

"Black Monster."

The young scholar replied without raising his head.

...

woodcutter:……

He wanted to hit himself.

Isn't this what they came here for?

He is fine.

I actually forgot.

...

Mainly, he really doesn't think that young scholars can find black monsters.

No.

It's because he doesn't think he can see the black monster.

Who can see other people's fantasies?

...

The woodcutter followed the young scholar around and stopped.

He watched his face become more and more anxious.

He sighed in his heart.

But he didn't say anything.

If the young scholar could realize that the black monster was just his imagination...

That is naturally the best result.

...

"No...no..."

The young scholar murmured in a hurry.

"Are you not here?"

In fact, he might have guessed this.

But when he really faced this possibility, he still felt disappointed.

...

"……are u there?"

The young scholar whispered.

"You were here just now."

"come out."

"come out!"

"You haven't given me an explanation."

"You made me miserable..."

"asshole!"

The young scholar pounded the edge of the well with force.

Hiss ~

The young scholar grinned.

it hurts.

...

The young scholar touched his hand, his face full of reluctance.

...

The frowned folds of the woodcutter's brow were a little deeper.

He rarely sees such intense emotions on his younger brother's face.

My younger brother has always been a silent and restrained person.

But it's not gloomy.

The bookish spirit makes people feel peaceful and peaceful.

Sometimes he wonders how a family like them could raise such a gentle brother?

Then he would sigh: It turns out that it is good to study.

This temperament looks delightful.

...

The younger brother in front of him made him feel a little strange.

The bookish spirit faded.

There was even a bit of hostility between the eyebrows and eyes.

...

"You come out!"

The young scholar suddenly screamed.

The sound of rain was suppressed.

"come out!"

...

The voice of the young scholar echoed in the sound of the rain.

...

The young scholar suddenly ran away.

...

"younger brother!"

Caught off guard, the woodcutter did not keep up in time.

The young scholar was exposed to the rain.

...

The woodcutter frowned fiercely.

I have been wet for a few days and I don’t know my health.

Now we are in the rain.

This guy really doesn't take his body seriously...

...

The woodcutter was very angry.

I'm even more worried.

My brother’s problem needs to be solved as soon as possible.

Delay it again...

My brother's condition is getting worse and worse...

...

The woodcutter strode to catch up with the young scholar.

...

"You come out!"

The young scholar wiped the rain from his face.

The blurry vision became clearer.

He shouted.
To be continued...