Following Pa Woo-cheol’s guidance, I reached the destination to find a new carriage parked at the campsite. It was in rough shape, and the horse pulling it was panting heavily, clearly exhausted from what must have been a harsh journey.

‘…Is it about to drop dead?’

The horse looked on the verge of collapse. Judging by its muscular build and posture, it was a high-quality horse. I couldn’t help but wonder how one could drive a carriage so recklessly that it ended up in such a state. I gave the poor animal a sympathetic glance before moving closer.

After a …