“Gio?”
Juhyeon, who greeted Gio with Sancalute around his neck, tilted his head.
“Is something wrong? You said you wanted to rest for a while, so I haven’t scheduled anything separately. Have you perhaps grown bored staying at the cabin?”
“The day will not come when I grow bored of the cabin, even if I remain there until I die.”
“Then what brings you to my home today? You usually send a letter before coming like this, but there wasn’t one. Is there something you want to say?”
“Have you ever raised a dog?”
“N-no…?”
A dog? Out of nowhere?
“A dog?”
“An adorable puppy.”
“Wait.”
This felt ominous.
“What exactly are you trying to tell me?”
“I found some adorable puppies, and I have been wondering how to help them.”
“If their parents are nearby, the adult dogs will raise them.”
“They said they were hungry.”
“You wicked old witch. You finally—”
“I will pretend I misheard that.”
“You heard correctly.”
“I refuse.”
“No, Gio.”
Juhyeon looked troubled.
“I know it’s truly strange for me to say this to you… but you shouldn’t carelessly touch or interfere with a young animal when its parents are nearby. Where in the world did you see these puppies?”
“In the Ruined Avilas Rainforest. My homeland as Argio, which I have mentioned before—the den of evil known as the Black…