Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
Kutzo

The silver-haired young man stared flatly at Damian. From the looks of it, that person was definitely not from Ponza. Her clothing covered in white fox fur indicates that she may be from the north, a snowy place that experiences winter all year round. But why did the people from the north come to Ponza?

“Kutzo,” said the young man with two hands tied behind his back, like a scholar.

“Kutzo? That's yourname? Why are you here?” damian asked after he had gained control. Although it was cold that night, but due to his struggle with Deimheim, his sweat began to drip on his body.

“There is work to be handled. Are you all right? I will take you to a safe place,” Kutzo said.

“No need. I'm doing fine. I'd rather go alone than be with a suspicious person like you,” Damian refused while sheathing his sword. Damian's horse has gone somewhere. Now he is on the edge of town, far from his destination, the Gausse residence.

“Actually where the fucking horse took me,” muttered Damian grumbling.

“Choru it's been following you since in town. It'll be dangerous for you if you go alone at night. Other choruses may come out again. You better go with me. I have the ability to drive chogru away,” Kutzo continued.

“Choguru? That evil spirit? You mean Deimheim?”

“That's how it's called in this place.”

Damian grunting. Then he started walking away. Kutzo followed him calmly.

“I see you do have a good ability to kill Deimheim. But how do you get rid of the evil spirits that come?”

“Our tribe developed a special scent that chogoru hated. By smelling our smell alone they have evaded,” Kutzo explained.

“It looks like you're from the north. Giyatsa tribe if I guess,” Damian said later.

The young man did not answer. It seems Damian's guess is correct.

“Where do you want to walk to?” tanya Kutzo just switched the conversation.

“Not your business. Just leave if you're busy. I can solve the problem of evil spirits myself,” muttered Damian stubbornly.

Kutzo then whistled short. Shortly thereafter the sound of horse racing was heard from a distance. Damian gasp. A huge statured horse with grey-colored fur emerged from the darkness. The horse stopped next to Kutzo and neighed softly to greet the owner. Kutzo rubbed his horse's mane gently and stared at Damian.

“I mean, wouldn't it be faster if we rode?” asked the extremely long silver-haired young man.

Damian grunted softly. That guy is suspicious. But riding can cut time faster than walking.

“How can I trust you?” ask Damian later.

Kutzo's riding his horse. “I saved you,” he replied as he sighed his horse to walk closer to Damian. Kutzo lanas extended his hand. “Do you want to come?” tanyanya short.

Damian took a deep breath. Alright. This guy may be strong, but he has no reason to hurt Damian. And the fact that Kutzo saved him. Damian finally grabs Kutzo's hand and then goes up to the back of his horse.

The aroma of the spice is getting stronger. Damian was not disturbed. Instead it feels soothing when inhaling that smell.