It was the dead of winter in December.
Her face was difficult to make out because she had a gray fur hat pulled low over her head.
But at a glance, it was easy enough to tell that she was a very small young girl.
How long had she been over there?
Though rare, it was not unheard of for children possessing pure energy to cross the barrier of the sacred mountain and wander into forbidden ground.
So that itself was not surprising, but…….
‘To think I was lost in thought so long I failed to sense someone’s presence. I should reflect on that.’
Even while Hayan-sae was thinking this, the child monk continued staring fixedly at her.
Realizing belatedly what she should do, Hayan-sae was just about to step forward and show her the way out.
“……Ah, damn. I got the coordinates wrong.”
“……?”
“That brick wall is at least somewhat reasonable when that one’s hanging around nearby…… Ah, shit.”
“……Monk. Are you speaking…