Chapter 9: It ends once I deliver it.
Jincheon and the woman rode on.
The midnight wilderness stretched out endlessly, dark and vast, but the gray steed galloped forward without a hint of fear.
“H-How long do we have to ride like this?”
Jincheon turned his head and shouted.
He had to raise his voice to be heard over the wind lashing against his face.
In contrast, the woman merely lowered her head slightly and whispered near his ear.
“We’re taking the fastest route. But you should expect at least one si-jin.”
A full day had twelve si-jin, and a half-day of sunlight made up six. One si-jin was a pretty long time to be riding—especially at night.
Ttakak ttakak ttakak.
From the back of the tireless galloping horse, Jincheon spoke again.
“Wouldn’t it be better if I sat behind—”
“That won’t do. It’s dangerous.”