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Chapter 65

"Ah!"

Wincing briefly from a sharp pain, Eun-oh grabbed his head.

"It's happening again."

Muttering, Eun-oh rubbed his forehead with his palm. However, perhaps due to his mood, he felt an odd foreign sensation on his palm.

"Huh?"

Puzzled, he used his fingers to rub the area more vigorously, making the sensation more distinct. Though not visible, by touch, it seemed like something slightly protruding, almost like a bump.

"What's this? What?"

Suddenly, an unexpected bump? Had he bumped into something? Eun-oh tried to recall, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember ever experiencing an incident that would result in a bump on his head.

Thinking it might be just his mood, he was about to dismiss it when Eun-oh, in a sudden realization, paused.

Come to think of it, the location of the pain and the foreign sensation was strange.

Why on earth at the forehead?

Given the unusual location of the pain, the pain itself felt strangely unsettling.

Headache at the forehead. The pain, similar to multiple strands of hair being plucked out simultaneously, brought back memories.

"Huh? It felt like this back then too..."

It wasn't the first time.

He had experienced this before. Although it had been forgotten due to the passage of time, upon careful consideration, the situation and symptoms seemed eerily similar to what had happened before.

It was when he was seven years old. At that time, one day, his forehead started to sting suddenly. And after enduring the pain for about a month...

"...!"

His heart skipped a beat. Eun-oh muttered with a pale face.

"No, it can't be. It must be something else."

"...!"

Eun-oh forcefully denied the emerging assumption and shook his head. It had been a long time since he got rid of it. Since then, there had been no recurrence. But now, why?

It must be due to his mood. He had recently seen something like Yokai mask, so that was probably it.

Rubbing his chest, Eun-oh tried to soothe his anxious, rapidly beating heart. Yet, he couldn't find comfort, and as time passed, he felt increasingly suffocated, to the point that it even affected his throat.

What he needed in such situations was fresh air. Planning to go outside to clear his mind, Eun-oh only then realized how dark it was. It seemed that it had turned into night while he had dozed off after dinner.

The Young master had not returned yet.

Today, being alone feels scary. It felt as if he were trapped in darkness. Eun-oh extended his hand into the empty space, fumbling forward, and crawled awkwardly outside.

As he opened the door, light and wind rushed in. Eun-oh sat at the edge of the porch, inhaling deeply. The chilly air entering his body seemed to alleviate the headache and stuffiness a bit.

At that moment, as if waiting for Eun-oh to come out, something dropped from above.

It was Yeoul.

"Were you on the roof again?"

Yeoul nodded and laughingly lay down on
Eun-oh's lab. With spring arriving and the weather improving, Yeoul often climbed onto the main house's roof to sleep.