‘I’ve seen all kinds of beasts, but....’
Never had he encountered one as utterly despicable as this.
The mountain lord of Mount Taeryong wasn’t nicknamed a demon and a brute for no reason.
The tiger deserved every bit of his infamy.
And Sohwa?
She wasn’t much better.
While she feigned reluctance with her “No, we can’t,” she subtly egged her husband on, sly as any fox.
A teacher, a guest of honor, she said—Noksu hadn’t even asked to be brought into the guest quarters, yet they had done so only to act like this.
Just as Sohwa had warned, Mount Taeryong’s mountain lord was truly the worst of the worst.
The tiger had gone as far as to string up the carcasses of male foxes he had hunted across the beams of guest quarters.
Their blood splattered the courtyard, creating a gruesome scene no sane beast would ever imagine.
Waking up at dawn to the stench of blood, Noksu had shuddered at the hellscape that greeted him.
Dohwi’s message to him was clear:
‘You’re next.’
