“I know that everything in the world was born in my will. All things exist only for me.”

They were words that Garam heard as soon as he was born.

“The reason I created you is for you to help me, so that you may live for me just as all things do.”

Hanul’s words were clearly imprinted on Garam. Garam had never forgotten it, even if the weather was clear or cloudy, whether he opened his eyes or closed it. In the tens of thousands of seasonal changes, Garam recalled these words and worshipped them. Only then did he believe that his existence was meaningful. Then one day...

“It seems wrong.” Garam saw a brother who contradicted Hanul’s words. “Even the little birds and powerless deer know that their lives are precious. We work hard every day to survive from bigger birds and mighty beasts.”

It was Pagma, the incomprehensible person who made crude objects and gave them as gifts to his siblings. This stiff-necked person dared to talk to Hanul in such a manner. “Hanul, you say that all things are born according to your will and all things exist for you, but if that is the case, why do those little children take care of their own bodies? I think Hanul is misinformed. I think that all things exist not for Hanul but for themselves.”

“You!”

“Hanul, if this beautiful feast is all for Hanul... rather...