The tall man saw how some few men stretched an arrow and aimed at him. One, two, three seconds…more seconds flew but he couldn’t feel any pain at all.

But, a soft thud was heard so he lifted his head and was devastated upon seeing a figure, lying on the grounds.

He immediately kneeled down and effortlessly cut the rope tied in his hands, shakily carrying the young maiden.

“M-Mister…”

“I’m Chanyeol, Chanyeol…” The tall man sobbed desperately that he even blurted out his name.

Seohyun smiled and reached for his tears. “S-such a lovely n-name for a m-monster, huh..”