“It’s his fault!” Karsiel said, pointing at the wyvern.1

Even though she had stepped on the skewer herself, the cause of it all lay with the wyvern and its owner. In a desperate plea for survival, Karsiel instinctively tattled, shifting the blame to the real culprits.0

Yong-Yong stared blankly at the disfigured, saucy Cockatrice skewer beneath Karsiel’s paw. It was practically untouched, with only two of the eight pieces eaten.0

This wasn’t just any skewer. It was the result of hard-earned labor, the 50,000 won he scraped together with blood, sweat, and sheer determination.0

Yong-Yong remembered what he had to go through to earn that money.0

“Yoon-Hee, I finished cleaning the floor!”0

“I’m back with the tofu.”0

“Good job! Here’s your stamp!”0

He’d bought the skewers as a special treat for himself, planning to savor them slowly. But now, they were nothing more than trash. 2

As Yong-Yong stared at the ruined skewer dejectedly, the crowd cheered for the Wyvern Lord, who was affectionately called Ryo, and his tamer, Kanzaki Soshiro.0

“You’re amazing, Soshiro...0