I approached the veranda and sat next to her.

I didn’t look at her face. I simply sat and stared straight ahead.

The view from outside the quarters and the view from sitting on the veranda felt different.

Looking at it, I vaguely realized something.

‘It was planned this way.’

The view I was seeing was something someone must have created with the intention for someone to sit here.

The carefully cultivated trees and garden, the roughly made pond with koi of all colors swimming in it.

The watermill visible from where I sat and the nearby flowing stream.

Everything looked like a painting.

And—

‘It was made to look beautiful when sitting here.’

It was carefully cultivated for that purpose.

So the one who made it wanted the viewer to feel calm and enriched.

As I thought about it, the landscape felt unusually warm.

Whoooosh.

The wind blew. My hair scattered, and the leaves fluttered in the air.

Following them with my eyes, my gaze naturally moved toward the sky.

The setting sun was covered lightly with clouds.

As I quietly watched it, I realized something else.

‘It doesn’t move.’

The clouds, and everything floating in the sky, weren’t moving at all.

Even though the wind was blowing like this.

‘I see.’

I nodded. I had realized the truth hidden in the scenery.

‘It’s a created space.’@@novelbin@@

It wasn’t a real place; it was a created one.

Whether it was the power of sorcery or something else, I couldn’t tell.

‘This is not an existing place.’

It meant it was a formless space not existing in the real world.

Upon this realization, I looked at Cheonma.

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