People who lived in the age when epidemics ran rampant always grew up hearing stories of the “Cruel Beast.”
“If you stay out this late, the Evil God will take you away.”
“Who’s making all that noise? The Evil God will come and bite you soon!”
“Spend your whole life being selfish and get taken by the Evil God!”
Had Seo Gio heard them, he would have stared in disbelief and said, “What am I, a tiger?”
In any case, that was how people had once been. Ater had been one of those children. It was an age when the Evil God’s existence had already become far too closely intertwined with daily life. Wariness and fear of Argio filled the depths of both heart and mind.
But the Argio he saw in person was different.
“Have you eaten?”
“Did you exercise today?”
“You’ll collapse if you keep crying.”
He repeatedly appeared without warning, casually checked on Ater, and disappeared again.
“……”
He probably did so because he knew Ater was afraid of him.
‘But an Evil God?’
That terrifying Demon King was showing consideration?
‘I simply cannot get used to it.’
That was what Ater had thought at first. It was true that Argio’s help had revived him as an intact human. He felt grateful for…