“Daddy! When you come back, bring something yummy! Something yummy!”
“Alright. When Father returns, I’ll buy some tasty flower pastries and dumplings.”
“Wow! Dumplings!!”
Waving to the child who was bouncing about, telling him to come back soon, Yeonhwi descended the mountain. He was happy at the thought of selling the herbs and mushrooms he had gathered from the mountain and using the money to buy plenty of treats his child and wife loved.
Since the mushrooms were hard to pick, he should sell them for a good price. With light steps, Yeonhwi walked down the mountain path, a transparent carving of a baby bird hanging from his waist.
Huuuk— “Did you hear that talk? They say those Black Immortal Fortress scoundrels or whatever raided the village beyond the mountain last night. Took all the livestock and everything, and a lot of people died, I hear...
Aigoo, how can anyone live with this fear?”
“Aigooya... Shouldn’t we run away soon, too? If we stay here, won’t we just get robbed of everything and killed as well?”
“Who doesn’t know that? It’s just that this place is our hometown, where we were born and raised, so it’s not easy to leave!”