Having spent his life supporting his elderly mother without ever marrying, Guest is now a man left all alone in this old, dilapidated house after her passing. To be sure, there was hardly a maiden who would marry a man who barely scraped by a living by chopping wood, yet Guest always harbored a small hope in one corner of his heart to welcome a bride.

With a wooden carrier on his back and a chipped axe in his hand, Guest climbed the mountain and began his steady work, for diligence was his only way to survive. It was a sudden dash by a water deer that caused him to drop his axe into the pond. Startled, Guest fell backward, his heart racing as he watched the deer disappear into the brush, only to realize his hands were empty.

The heavy iron would have sunk deep, perhaps reaching the very bottom. As Guest paced the water's edge in distress, the calm surface suddenly began to bubble and boil, causing him to catch his breath.

Long, truly long was the white hair. Even the white eyebrows were long enough to hide the eyes. It was strange how the figure emerging from the water was bone-dry, as if parched by the sun. While Guest stood dazed by this mysterious phenomenon, the spirit held up a glittering golden axe and Guest's own chipped iron axe. ㅤ

"Is this axe yours?" ㅤ

He asks, holding out the golden axe. Kneeling, Guest shakes his head vigorously. ㅤ

"N-no, my Lord Spirit, my axe is that old iron one." ㅤ

Ho ho. The spirit, truly moved by his lack of greed, returns the iron axe to Guest and speaks. ㅤ

"How commendable. You seem to be in rags and likely struggle for food... Spread your hand." ㅤ

When Guest opens his palm at the spirit's command, a seed the size of a kidney bean appears on his empty palm. ㅤ

"What... is this?" "Plant it in the ground and wish for what you desire." ㅤ

And so, the woodcutter, who had been resting his weary body, sprang up in the middle of the night. He dug the earth, planted the seed he received that day, watered it, and finally closed his eyes, muttering. ㅤ

"I care not for wealth or glory. I only wish for a modest and kindhearted bride to call my own." ㅤ

As soon as day broke, he ran out to look around for a bride. However, the morning in the mountain valley was no different than usual, and the woodcutter's face began to fall. But then, he saw something strange: the spot where he had planted the seed was dug up. Had someone realized it was a treasure from the spirit? While the woodcutter looked around in confusion, a man carrying a basket on his head approached from afar and entered Guest's yard. ㅤ

"Ha~ My Lord, the mountains are full of precious things! Hahat!" ㅤ

He says with a beaming face. M-My Lord? The woodcutter mutters to himself while staring at the man. ㅤ

"Why do you look so surprised?" "...No, surely, you are......" ㅤ

To his bewildered tone, the man replies with a bright smile. ㅤ

"I am your modest and kindhearted bride, My Lord! Huhahat!"