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The day has dawned. A swarm of light has seeped through the curtains, and the spirit of the near-sleep awakens.

His dreamy, blurry eyes. Sahan slowly opened the curtain. At that time, I heard a banging and knocking on the door.

Ian, I think. He slowly approaches and opens the door.

“Hey! I woke up, okay? You're up."

Ian stands at his door, packed full of things. Sahan smiled. Because I didn't want to look weak in front of her.

“Then you woke up. Shall we go?”

Ian tilts his head at his appearance, but soon he smiles and grabs him.

“Let's go! Oh, but you don't need any luggage? ”

“Yes. I didn't bring anything. ”

I really didn't bring much. Almost everything in his room was just what she bought when she walked through the city with Armada, so there's no need to take it.

“Really? Then let's go! ”

Whether the joy of being liberated from home was more than imagined, Ian said with a smile on his elongated face. Sadhan struggles to move his silent mouth, bitterly.

* * *

After staying up all night with his confession, Armada slowly steps out of his room, cautiously escaping to be caught by someone. It's time for you to go back to school, both you and your brother.

Nevertheless, she was so careful, because she seemed to be struggling when she met him.

The compassionate emotions in his confession, and his surrounding atmosphere that made him crazy, made him like him more today than yesterday.

So she couldn't help herself if she met him.

Armada slowly walks down the hall. I stopped walking in one room. Although the sign "Forgiveness" is separated, the trace is still in front of the room that remains.

Armada slowly opens a half-open door.

Not long after he left the room, there was still his warmth. There are traces of him everywhere.

“ … ”

Armada looks at the blue, wizard-only robe spread across the bed. A robe he gave me as a tribute to becoming an apprentice wizard.

She carefully picks it up and buries it in her face. His scent and Mana's energy embrace her warmly.

Armada barely tolerates tears, carefully lowering them down and looking around.

Ian laughs through a wide open window.

Armada walks through a window to look at it, and finds a piece of paper on his desk.

On the paper, two paragraphs were written between the margins, like a letter.

Armada's reasoning tells him to ignore it, but she can't.

She carefully picks it up and approaches the window.

Ian, who is seen from the outside, is smiling, revolving around Sa Han. He smiles and greets Ian with a smile.

That man could take good care of his brother. Armada began to read a line of letters from the referendum that made her eyes flush.

[I think of you always as a trivial thing like the sunset and the wind blowing in the background where you sit, but I will call you with the trifle that you have long preached when you wander through endless suffering one day.]

One line, two lines. Armada's hands tremble as he reads the letter. As I read the first paragraph, tears poured out from Armada's eyes. He said poetry is a letter of emotion. She was able to read the emotions inside. That's why I felt more strangled.

[Truly, I loved you for turning my love into infinite waiting. As night falls, snow begins to spread over the valley.

I believe that my love will stop somewhere. I'm just thinking about the posture of my waiting.

In the meantime, I believe that my eyes have stopped, flowers have bloomed, leaves have fallen, and I believe that my eyes have fallen.]

Tears that were like streams of water around her eyes, which read all the letters, were flowing as waterfalls.

His heart is conveyed from the letter. In her loving heart, there was a storm of unrestrained emotion in her mind. I feel unbearably heartbroken. I can't even breathe.

The prodding legs could not support her, and eventually sat on the floor.

I sat down and wept silently, wrapped around my face with both hands.

It is just a bold tone letter that leads to two paragraphs. They are nothing but letters. But the combination was too small. I was sad. I was in mourning. The emotion inside felt so vivid, as if by magic. It pushed her into a hole of despair called 'regret.’

Armada, who had barely endured all of that as a rational person, felt that the string of rationality that had been gripped with the full power of the spirit had vanished without a trace, ashes from the burning emotion.

She bursts out of the room with tears in her arms. Strengthened legs fall short of a few steps. But I still stand up and run again. I fall again. I stand up again and run.

The more she did, the darker the bruise on her legs, and a sandal of blood began to seep out of his unbroken knee. But she didn't flirt. I kept running, just to see the man who had so much emotion for himself.

After going through the hallway that was natural, Armada opened the door roughly.

“Ah...”

A void echoes out of the malt.

The wagon was already gone, the man was gone. Trees swaying in the wind were just basking in each other's leaves while enjoying the sunshine.

Armada sits flat on the floor. My nails and nails that I raised beautifully because I ran too hard broke. But it didn't matter. I felt so overwhelmed with the feeling of being pushed around by the sheep trying to suffocate myself that I couldn't care less about it.

“Ahh... Ahh...”

She settles down and squeezes her face together.

“Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-uh.”

Tears pour out on uncontrollable emotions, and voices do not restrain.

The sheep that have cried all their lives together will not be as good as they are now.

Armada wept bitterly for a while like that.

* * *

Ian and Sahan on board the wagon began to look around inside the wagon. Ian shines his eyes and shoots around in a wide wagon.

“What are you doing? ”

Ian stops shooting at Saehan's voice and looks at him.

“Huh? I was just... wondering if you had any furniture. ”

Ian scratched his head with a small hand. In her words, she looked around.

All over the red wagon were drapes, bookcases, beds, and sofas. If it was a long trip, it would have been a problem to have only one bed, but it takes less than an hour to reach the school.

“Well, that's some good furniture. Not that I'm in your mansion. ”

At his words, Ian chuckles and climbs onto the bed. Then he tapped the side of the wide bed.

“Come here and tell me that story. ”

What she's saying is, obviously, she's telling me a fairy tale that she once told me. But I couldn't remember what she told me. His mind was filled with an unnamed haze that seemed abnormally blurred.

“.. ”

Zahan stared at Ian silently. The sun shines through the window. A smiling face. I thought Armada was just that face when he was a kid.

Thinking about it made me feel bad again. Zahan lies flat on the couch, not on the bed.

“What the heck! Tell me a story?”

“Hah... I'm tired. Later. Later. ”

Sahan closed his eyes. In his darkened ears, Ian's voice continues to be heard.

Hey, come here. - It's my wagon. - Hae, she's as stubborn as ever.

However, Sadhan did nothing like usual.

As he did not react, Ian's voice stopped for a while, and a moment later, he carefully squeezed into his arms and sensed a small and cute creature.

Sahan opened his eyes and looked at the scene. First of all, I saw Ian's head. Even the kiln is stunning. Her eyes roll down, and she's in her arms, just a handbreadth apart.

She sighs soundly and opens her portrait window with her eyes halfway open.

He glances at it, building a place where he doesn't know what it means.

‘... No kidding. ’

In the "status anomaly" sign in the air, a sentence was written like this.

[Abnormal Status: Lost]

- Decreases cognition and endurance by 2, intelligence by 1, and glamour by 1.

- Dental Breast Method: Time

* * *

“ … ”

After returning home, Saehan looked around the hut without a word. A house that hasn't been touched in almost half a year. Furniture is piled with dust, and cold air cools your spine.

Sahan stood in the center of the hut, casting a ‘clean’ spell. Then the dust gathered together, and he was furious in the form of a lump of thread.

Saehan picks it up, throws it out the window and lies on the bed as it is.

“Ugh...”

Zahan sighs deeply. That's all I can think about when I lie down. I had an ominous feeling that I would only think about what I was doing for a while. I think I'll dream about her too. No, I think we should just worry about getting some sleep.

Forgiveness raised a deformed body with a stuffy mind.

Just an hour's walk from here is the 'Haunted Mountain’ of monsters. A creepy mountain full of swamps and caves. Monsters made their own ecosystem and never came out of the mountain, so they were taking no action.

Sahan decided to go there. It was because the opening of the school was the next day, and I wanted to walk for about an hour in my complicated mind, and I thought she would continue to think if I didn't do anything harsh.

He remembered the purpose of 'training’ called ‘EXP Acquisition’, after he had already arrived at Mt. Haan and had already passed time.

I wandered around the shady forest. The owl cries, the barren crescent hides itself from the clouds, shining the moonlight as he pleases, and repeats that it does not shine. The sound of the branches splashes, occasionally the cry of wolves, and the sound of strange creatures grabbing among the bushes.

Sahan flashes his eyes and casts magic between the bushes. That identity was saved without a sound of screaming or screaming. Wherever it was thought to have been, there were only ashes left.

“.. 20. ”

He muttered. Pulling your tongue out like you're not even in the castle. A face that can consume an entire mountain for less experience than a day in the Punitive Force. Shahan now approaches the place where the monsters had turned into ashes and picks up the cobblestone that was hidden in the ashes. It is also a small size.

Zahan continued to wander in the mountains. Monsters that sometimes appeared curious and blocked his path met the end of being reborn by fire, turned to ice, or lifted to the sky in the wind and collapsed.

He had always preferred to use Martian magic. It was because it was much more convenient, hassle-free, and not disgusting to take out the horseshoe of a burned monster.

But today was different. Mars is also a deadline for using abundance, water supply, and even water supply.

If there are any monsters left intact, he approaches and grimaces without a trace and pulls out the stone of his heart.

Each time, his whole body and the robe he was wearing were soaked in the blood of the rising monsters.

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It's a poem by the poet Hwang Dong-gyu, published in 1958, "Fun Letter." It's a very good poem, and I'm afraid it's going to be a problem.

It's actually called an associative poem.