As Ilwoo and Linar stepped outside the library, a gentle breeze greeted them.
"What's wrong with that weird ghost?" Ilwoo muttered as he breathed in the fresh air.
"I don't know. At that moment, I just wanted to punch that face straight on," Linar said, the anger still lingering.
Ilwoo sighed, glancing at the golden bracelet before looking back at Linar.
Even though that ghost-like demon had granted them permission to borrow the books for thirty days, Ilwoo couldn't understand why it was the one guarding the library in the first place. Surely, out of thousands of demons, another could have done the job.
I don't like that weird ghost. Is it really even a ghost? Ilwoo frowned, lost in thought.
"No, it's not a ghost," Linar said, meeting his eyes.
"Really?" Ilwoo asked, his thoughts pausing.
