He Guarded the Mountain for a Thousand Years, Then Met a Healer from the Wilds

He slept for a thousand years, asking only to keep one corner of the land peaceful. She was born in the wilderness and believes kindness can heal every wound. People say: There are demons in the mountains. Kill them on sight. After protecting them for a thousand years, he became everyone's target. She trusted humanity, only to discover that evil springs from “belief” itself. When the world casts them aside, can they still protect each other? This is a story of protection and betrayal: If you spend your whole life being kind, but the world doesn't want it, does holding on to that kindness still mean anything?