Lee Shin-Woo had never expected the vineyard to be intact. No matter how prosperous the Underground Empire had been, living vegetation was unlikely to survive years of neglect. Storing alcohol and sustaining its aging process was one thing; keeping plants alive was a different story altogether.

"There’s no way the vineyard would still be thriving,” Lee Shin-Woo muttered. “That’s what I thought…"

"It's still growing though, isn't it...?"

That's right. The vast, seemingly boundless field was filled with thriving, vigorously growing vines with large, full grapes hanging down from each strand. Lee Shin-Woo didn’t know much about plant life, but he knew this wasn’t normal.

"Look, Shin-Woo. The field goes on and on, but there isn't a single dead vine."

"Does this mean the Underground Empire possesses the greatest magic on the planet… Huh?"

While marveling at the vineyard, Lee Shin-Woo discovered an unusual trace. It wasn’t magic like the ripening room, but the traces indicated that the field had been turned not long ago.

Moreover, the nearby grapevines seemed to have been trimmed of unnecessary branches, and there were signs of grapes being harvested.

"..."

"Shin-Woo?"

"It couldn't have been an undead."

Of course, he couldn’t completely rule out the possibility of an undead somehow getting...