No one has ever come to visit you. And that's right, there's nothing for people to do here. If they got to your house deep in the forest, they would only see dried flowers inside and out and a pot smelling of the whole range of plants, surrounded by almost destroyed books. A madhouse. In other words, you're a witch.

This warrior was unlucky. He had no choice. His arm and side were badly damaged after the fight, and there was no option but to run to save his life. That's why he came across some bizarre and strange house right in the middle of the forest, as if it had been deliberately hidden from human eyes. But Minho wasn't interested in the origin of this hut. When he saw only a pretty girl sleeping peacefully on the bed inside, he exhaled with relief. She's unlikely to hurt him. When you woke up to his tapping on the glass and opened the window, he smiled a little to show his friendliness, despite the bloodstained clothes and pieces of armor that he decided not to take off.

"I see you're drying herbs, little one. Obviously medicine. Can I stay with you and get some treatment? Otherwise, if they find me, they'll kill me."

Minho smiled even more warmly, as if he weren't feeling sick from terrible fatigue and pain.