"Are you?"

Thinking of his past belief, the young scholar was very angry about his simplicity.

Why did he think of a strange guy who appeared out of thin air and snatched his sister-in-law's steamed buns...

Will it be auspicious?

...

My anger towards myself suppressed my anxiety and a little fear of the situation at this time.

The young scholar's gaze at the black monster became heavy.

No longer light and fluttering.

...

"Will you bring me good luck?"

The young scholar stared at the black monster without blinking.

The already lowered body leaned down even lower.

He wants to look into the black monster's eyes.

...

“…Do you know what good luck is?”

The young scholar spoke again.

"that is……"

"You just found a tree, and the trees were full of fruits."

“That’s good luck.”

...

"Do you understand what I said?"

The young scholar began to get impatient.

"You answer me."

"nod……"

"Or shake your head."

"It will be all right."

"But don't stay motionless."

...

"you-"

The young scholar couldn't help but reach out to catch the black monster.

...

"hiss!"

The young scholar cried out in pain.

He raised his eyes quickly.

The black monster distanced him.

But did not leave.

He felt relieved.

He bowed his head.

There were several thin blood marks on the back of his hand.

Some blood stains oozed out.

He knew that this was caught by the black monster just now.

Because he wanted to touch the black monster...

...

Although he was resentful to the black monster because he failed the exam, he found that the black monster could not even accept his own touch...

The young scholar suddenly felt a little suspicious...

In the past, he spent so long with the black monster...

During this period, he said a lot of things to the black monster...

He thought...

A little bit of ridicule appeared on the young scholar's face.

Why?

The little auspiciousness he thought was fake.

People are just playing with him.

Then why should he think...

They are sincere in getting along with each other.

The only one who gives sincerity from beginning to end is himself.

The black monster just treats him as a...

Food provider?

The object of fun?

Or something else?

Anyway, it won't be...

friend……

Or the object of protection...

...

but……

The young scholar wants to laugh.

They have been together for so long...

Is it real?

Their relationship was so simple...

Can't even accept the black monster?

...

So funny.

The young scholar really laughed softly.

He seemed to have figured it out.

“…I don’t mean anything to you.”

"You don't care who I am."

“I’m for you…”

"It's just one every time you eat..."

"An irrelevant existence."

“There is no difference from a table or a chair.”

"I can do anyone."

“Because there is no difference for you.”

"I'm sorry..."

The young scholar's mouth was even more open.

It seems like I want to use this to dilute the complex emotions that surge in my heart.

“…I thought I was special to you.”

The young scholar murmured.

Because no one else can see the black monster.

My brother can't see it.
To be continued...