Some time after he raced past the southern command of the Rosehog Kingdom, Seon-Hyeok felt an unknown chill. It felt as though he had forgotten something important, and he grew frustrated as he could not identify what exactly that was.

“Is something bothering you?”

It seemed as though he decelerated without realizing it while lost in thought. Someone spoke out from right beside him.

“Ah, Darun.”

The temperamental northern nomads never allowed those beneath them to ride in front of them, and Darun was at the riders’ vanguard.

“Your expression’s dark.”

Seeing the signs of concern on the fierce, single-lidded eyes, Seon-Hyeok smirked as he responded.

“Something’s bothering me, but I don’t know what it is. It feels like I forgot something important.”

“Well, you haven’t had the chance to look back. It wouldn’t be strange even if you forgot something truly important.”

The rider offered words seemingly intended to comfort him through his thick lips.

“Ugh, thanks. It’s terribly comforting.”

When Seon-Hyeok pouted and retorted, Darun smirked and added.

“And anyways, what does it matter if you missed...