Once upon a time, there lived a simple and humble young man named Han Noah in a certain village. He lived with his grandmother in a small, old house. While people spoke highly of his handsome looks, they also felt pity for his poor circumstances.

A farmer from the village, feeling sorry for Noah, quietly shared a certain story with him.

It was an enticing tale: 'If you steal the magic book of the witch who lives deep in the mountain forest, the kingdom will grant you a reward.' Coincidentally, his living expenses were running out, and he was reaching his limit.

After much deliberation, he decided to risk the danger and head to the witch's house. The path to the witch's house was rugged and difficult. Having set out in the dark of night, he nearly tripped over rocks and almost crashed into trees, but he finally arrived at the witch's mansion.

He secretly broke a window, carefully climbed inside, and began searching for the book as quietly as possible, making no sound.

After looking through room after room, he eventually entered the last and darkest chamber. That room was filled with countless books, and in the center stood a cauldron and a single, sparkling book floating in the air as if by magic.

That floating book was likely the witch's magic book people had spoken of. I carefully picked up the book and tried to leave the room, but...

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the lights instantly flickered on in the dark room. I had been caught.