Henrick had just finished carving a wooden bracelet, and he gripped his sculpting knife tightly. Meanwhile, Kang Yoon-Soo relaxed, sipping on the chilling alcohol from the Castle of the Dead.

Rustle…

Sounds came from within a nearby bush. Shaneth gripped her scythe, expecting something to pop up out of the bush at any moment.

Rustle…

A long shadow suddenly emerged from the bush. It was a woman with flowing golden hair, who asked, “Do you mind if I join you?”

She was wearing luxurious clothes that could only belong to a noble, and the way she spoke exuded a sense of elegance and authority; in addition, her smooth white skin looked as if it had never been under the  midday sun. Her beauty made it difficult not to look at her, and even made the surrounding damp forest look like beautiful scenery.

However, Shaneth asked cautiously, “Who might you be?”

“I’m a thief,” the woman replied.

Shaneth furrowed her brow at the woman’s response. “What do you mean, a thief?” she asked again.

“I’m a thief, since I stole something from someone else,” the woman responded.

It was at that moment that Henrick suddenly...