The grass rustled softly. Before long, something peeked out from the bushes.
âCluck, cluck?â
A glossy body with beady black eyes. It was none other than **Kkokko**, Hong Yesungâs companion. Kkokko tilted its head as it gazed at Sa-young and Honeybee. Honeybee frowned, pointing at the bird.
âWait, isnât that Hong Yesungâs chicken?â
âLooks like it.â
âWhy is it suddenly popping out now?â
âMaybe it came to greet us.â
âOh, sure. When I threatened to burn the mountain, it didnât show even a feather. But now?â
âMaybe it didnât want to talk to you.â
âThereâs not a single thing about it that I like!â
Despite Honeybeeâs grumbling, Kkokko approached the mat where Uijae was bundled in a coat, peering closely. After inspecting him from every angle, Kkokko spread its wings wide.
âCluck! Cluck, cluck!â
âWhatâs it saying?â
âDo I look like Iâd know?â