The next morning arrived, and we left the inn as planned. Given that everything had been arranged beforehand, we had prepared to depart early.

Winter was still biting cold, but the sky was clear. The rain that had fallen for days seemed like a distant memory, as if it had been nothing more than an illusion.

“Damn, that’s high,” I muttered as I walked, glancing up at the towering mountain ahead. Each step made me sigh heavily. This place was ridiculous.

How could Hanam have a mountain like this? Every time I saw it, it left me speechless.

In my …