「It’s strange... I clearly saw the monk coming in here. Didn’t you see it too, Sohwa?」
「Y-yes, let’s get out of here....」
Dohwi didn’t explicitly say the monk was a serpent, but even the simple-minded Sohwa could deduce that much.
It was odd how the appearance of the monk seemed untouched by the passing decades, but if he truly was a serpent, it explained a lot.
His manner of speaking and his kind nature made her think he might be a wise, old softshell turtle from a distant, clear river....
But now it became clear that the monk was actually a centuries-old serpent.
Sohwa thereafter limited her visits to the monk. And even during those rare visits, she was never alone; Dohwi always accompanied her.
“Don’t see that phony old monk anymore. He doesn’t help you that much, AND he only makes you anxious.”
“B-But... He’s not that type of person who would lie to us....”
“He’s a SERPENT, Sohwa. Don’t tell me you can really trust a serpent?”
