The woman was sometimes dragged out of the mountains. On that day, she was able to eat full. It was a day when the woman who usually rarely washes in the stream water, took a hot bath. The maids washed the woman and put on a bunch of colorful clothes. They put a strange heavy gold crown on her head, covered her eyes with a silk cloth, and then introduced the woman to someone, saying she was a goddess.

That day the woman had to be careful. If she did something wrong, the woman was severely beaten.

The woman sang that night, all night long. The woman herself does not know why she sings. It was like a call calling for her. It's just that she never learned this song. When she was asked to sing, of course there is a song that comes to mind.

A slow song with a tune that seems to last forever is a song that no one has ever taught her. The woman continues to sing that song. They put the sleeping person in front and the woman sings. She must sing until her throat is bleeding. If she stopped singing, the person who fell asleep would 'go wrong'. Then she will be in a bad situation.

She will be dragged back and locked up in the mountains.

A life that seems to last forever. Like a song no one has taught, the bondage continues. The woman brought the second herb to her mouth and recalled death as it was a habit of hers.

'You must live and take revenge on this mother.'

If it wasn't for the will, the woman would have hung herself on the day her mother died.

'You must live.'

That desperate voice stretches the woman's breath a little bit every day. The woman took the herbs into her mouth as she breathed thinly and painfully. You have to eat. You have to eat to survive the night. Will the meal come tomorrow? Rather, if I die, if I die.......

Suddenly, it darkened over her head. When she raised her head, a bright red goblin was looking down at her.

Goblin...... ?

The woman blankly looked up at the goblin. Is it a mountain goblin? Was there a goblin in this mountain? If there was something like a goblin, she would have known it.

The woman couldn't know if she should run away, or if she should scream, or if she should just cry. No, nothing makes sense. How will she escape from the goblin's grip; who will hear her scream, and what's the use of crying? She is the only one here.

No, no. Was she not hallucinating this?

The woman reached out and touched the goblin's leather shoes. The woman did not know the name of this shoes. But she could feel that the leather was very soft. Even if she touched the shoes, the goblin only looked down at her.

Suddenly, the woman looked into the eyes of the goblin and recalled last week.

Last week, the woman was rarely called into the guest room during the day instead of at night.

The maids were annoyed that she was dirty when they didn't have time. The maids couldn't decorate the woman because the time was tight just by washing the woman. She was dressed lighter than usual. Without a gold crown or blindfold, she went to a guest room and sang.

That day the woman saw a man.

It was one of seven men watching the sleeping man. His eyes were unique. Cool whites in black eyes. The eyes were beautiful, but they sucked in the soul with blood color. But the eyes themselves were warm like the summer night sky.

It was an odd eye. The eyes themselves are warm even though they contain so much of other people's resentments. The woman liked the eyes. It was strong and beautiful. So she looked into the eyes and sang. It was such an eye that she wouldn't get tired of looking at it.

Yes, but those eyes were definitely more like a goblin's rather than a human's.

The woman chuckled.

"Lady?"

The goblin called the woman. Unlike his face, it was a nice voice to hear.

"Lady, what's that in your hand...... Oh dear."

The woman widened her eyes at 'oh dear', which does not match the goblin. The goblin's face is still rough and red. But he seemed to be smiling somewhere, so the woman looked up at the goblin's face blankly.

It seems that the energy of the herb is stronger than usual. Rarely, among the herbs, there were those with strong medicinal properties. It seemed like she ate something like that today.

"Come here please."

The goblin knelt on one knee and aligned his eye level with the woman. As expected, the goblin has beautiful eyes. The woman looked into the eyes and shook her head.

"No."

"Do you know what it is? With bloodshot eyes and blushing cheeks, you've already done it. Lady, you did something that goes against the laws of the country."

The goblin's words were difficult to understand.