Not a single cloud was visible in the clear, quiet morning sky, but by the time afternoon rolled around, dark clouds rolled in and heavy rain began pouring down.

As the wheels of the carriage bounced up and down on the rough terrain of the vast field, they left a long track in the mud.

It was quiet inside the carriage.

A total of four people sat inside. There were five members in total, counting Hoshino Urara, who was sitting on the carriage roof.

Eun Yuri was dazedly staring into the air, moving her fingers nimbly as if playing on an invisible piano.

Someone who did not know her might think this as strange, but Chohong knew that she was a Magician and didn’t think too much of it.

In fact, her indifferent gaze was fixed on another person across from her—a young man sitting in the corner of the carriage and a woman using the young man’s thigh as a pillow.

They were Seol Jihu and Seo Yuhui.

Hmm, hmm. As a sweet humming voice rang out, Seol Jihu lowered his head and looked down.

“You’re not going to sleep?”

“Un. I was going to, but I can’t sleep for some reason… Why, is it uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then can I stay like this a little bit longer? My neck is so comfy right now.”

“Sure. And try to catch some sleep. I know you’re not feeling well.”

Seol Jihu carefully placed his hand on Seo Yuhui’s eyes.

And as the large, warm hand covered half of Seo Yuhui’s face, a pleasant smile bloomed on her face.

“Auung~ I can’t see~”

It was clear to anyone watching that Seo Yuhui was squirming in happiness.

Chohong furrowed her brows. The way she rolled her head left and right and savored Seol Jihu’s thigh was unsightly, to say the least.

“Noonim, are you sure you’re sick?”

In the end, she asked openly.

“Yes? Ah, I’m fine right now because of this.”

Seo Yuhui raised her left hand with her eyes still closed. The emerald ring...