I can tell whose scent it is

Beric was taken aback by Yeon Jin's harsh words but he did deserve it. He abruptly held him because he had caught the scent of Tristan on him.

He had been so overwhelmed with anger after thinking Yeon Jin and Tristan must've been secretly meeting while they were apart but now that he hurt him, his rationality was coming back.

Even if Yeon Jin did meet with Trsitan, he had no right to question him like that. He was too rough and made a mistake once again.

Yeon Jin touched the back of his head, only to discover it was bleeding.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue. If not for his healing abilities, he would've been a dead man by now.

He looked up at Beric who had gone silent.

"What is it? What's so important that you couldn't stand ignoring me any longer?"

Beric looked aside and pointed at the coat in Yeon Jin's hand.

"Where did you get that?" He asked and Yeon Jin looked at the coat.