That night, when the moon was at its highest point, Chi-Woo headed toward the promised location. As he walked up the castle walls, Chi-Woo saw a woman sitting on top of the wall. Her hair sparkled as if the night sky had dissolved onto her head, and her eyes shone a bright red like rubies; she was the witch, Onorables Evelyn. Evelyn turned around and upon seeing Chi-Woo, she let out a sigh of relief.

“You came!”

“How long have you been waiting?”

“It’s been exactly 47 minutes and 25 seconds since I arrived here.”

“…I am much later than I thought. I’m sorry.”

“No, I came early and waited for you. And I’m thankful that you’re even here.” Evelyn reached her fist out to him, palm down, and asked, “Can you come closer?”

“?”

“I want to apologize to you for what happened last time we talked.” It seemed it still hung on her mind that she had laughed at his name. But just in case, Chi-Woo walked warily toward her. Evelyn opened her small fist and revealed a seed on top of her peerlessly white palm. Outside its deep blood color, it looked like a leftover persimmon seed.

“It’s the seed of a spirit,” Evelyn answered in response to Chi-Woo’s curious gaze. 

Chi-Woo tilted his head and asked, “So, if I plant this seed on the ground, does a baby spirit pop out or something?”

“Of course not. You must not know about the spirits of this world at all.” Evelyn...