That night, under the cloak of the dark sky, three figures left the main camp in secret. Eshnunna led the group while lighting up the darkness with her torch. Chi-Woo followed right after her in the middle. And falling to the back was the villager, who kept a watchful eye on their surroundings with a long sword in hand. The three walked without saying anything, but they clearly looked wary of each other. Eshnunna glanced behind her from time to time and wondered ‘What in the world is this person planning to do?’

The middle-aged village man clutched onto his sword tightly, making his suspicion for Chi-Woo clear. ‘There’s no way,’ the man thought. ‘He’s definitely up to something.’ However, Chi-Woo didn’t show any signs that warranted suspicions even after they had traversed quite a long distance, and the man’s suspicion gave way to bewilderment. His grip around the hilt soon loosened, and the man began to wonder, ‘Is this really happening?’ With a baffled expression, he gulped. Eshnunna felt the same way. While unconsciously slowing her steps, she recalled what had just happened before.

* * *

One hour ago.

“Let’s go meet them,” Chi-Woo said so matter-of-factly that Eshnunna stared at him blankly. “Let’s go to them, now.”

“T—to whom?” Eshnunna asked, and the following...