Hwee-Kyung continued to climb with her injured body and put her hand on the last ledge of the bedrock. She suddenly felt fatigued when the thought that the ledge would be the last one she had to climb onto crossed her mind. Even if her body were in a better condition, the climb still would have been a life risking one. It would have been better if there was a foothold on which she could step her uninjured right foot to help herself up, but there wasn’t.

‘It’s okay. Enduring is what I’m best at.’

Hwee-Kyung took a deep breath to prepare herself for the pain.

Then as she was about to put her weight onto her swollen left ankle, she heard a voice from above.

“Take my hand.”

“Huh?”

Hwee-Kyung looked up. There was a hand reaching down from the shadow cast by the bedrock.

It was a Lizardman. The Lizardman in a few layers of silk clothing. Hwee-Kyung knew that the layers were used to maintain the Lizardman’s ideal body temperatures, since Lizardmen were sensitive to change in temperature.

‘But there’s only one tribe wealthy enough to wear layers of clothing made of silk.’

In fact, Hwee-Kyung already knew which tribe the Lizardman was from even if it weren’t for the clothes. The Lizardman had black scales.

Then the Lizardman from the Black-Scaled Lizardmen Tribe waved his hand and jokingly said, “My hand is getting lonely.”

Hwee-Hyung couldn’t just simply reach out and grab the hand. She believed that her vigilance was what had kept her alive until now.

“Who are you?”

“Are you just going to stay like that?”

“Have you been watching me this whole...