That was the woodcutter who specially invited a doctor with a well-known and skilled skills.

What a great doctor...

They don't know where they have it and don't have the ability to ask for it.

...

What they can count on...

It was still only the young scholar who woke up on his own.

Or abide by the agreement...

Three months later, the black monster was completely removed from his life and memory.

...

The woman gave food to the young scholar.

...

The woodcutter also set off with his dry food.

...

The young scholar opened the door.

There is a lunch box at the door.

He bent down and picked it up.

He didn't rush to turn back into the room.

Instead, he looked up at the sky.

It is different from the dark sky last night, the sky is as clear as blue at this time.

Bright and clear.

It makes people's hearts brighter.

...

The young scholar turned around.

He sat leaning against the windowsill.

Everything that happened last night continued to recur in his mind.

He saw the black monster.

He actually saw the black monster again.

When he was unprepared.

The black monster appeared like that.

...

only……

Their meeting was different from his fantasy countless times in the past.

Totally different.

He thought...

The young scholar was stunned.

Why did he?

He called the other party a black monster...

They are not friends.

There is no so-called bond.

When he met for the last time, he cursed at the other party, hysterically...

So, why did he think...

Will their meeting be taken care of by the other side?

It would be great if you didn't scold him.

This way, they looked at each other speechlessly, and looked at them as strangers...

Isn't it normal?

...

But……

That was when both sides were tacitly aware of...

He's chasing...

Isn’t his attitude of wanting to talk clearly?

No.

He ignored the other party's ignorance of him...

He said everything he wanted to say...

Strong attitude.

The voice is loud.

...

He felt he had never been so excited.

He acted so unusual.

It's a pity.

The other party did not feel his unusualness at all.

The other party's attitude ends with one end.

Just ignore him.

...

No matter how hard he tried...

He was regarded as a lunatic by his brother...

He still didn't get the slightest response from the black monster.

...

madman……

The young scholar pulled the corners of his mouth.

He never thought that this word would be put on himself...

Because there were so many things that happened last night, he was limited in energy and did not show too much reaction to this vocabulary.

One night passed.

When the young scholar felt a little tingling when he woke up, he thought of this word again.

He took a deep breath.

madman……

Ha ha.

How could he be a lunatic?

He was never a lunatic.

He just wanted an answer to let him go.

...

Is this difficult?

...

The performance of the black monster told him...

Um.

This is very difficult.

...

The young scholar had a vague premonition.

This life...
To be continued...