Author: arnlian

But the next day, Richesia couldn’t escape.

 

It was because the fever was bubbling up.

 

Richesia, who was utterly ill, had to be cared for by the boy.

 

The boy stayed next to her and helped her.

 

He wiped away her sweat and fed her bitter potion and soup.

 

After a full day of illness, the fever finally went down.

 

“….”

 

It was night again.

 

After opening her eyes, Richesia stared at the stained wooden ceiling, then slowly turned her head to the side.

 

The boy brought a chair in front of the window and sat down.

 

He was polishing his sword, bathed in the bright moonlight from the window.

 

It was a somewhat unrealistic sight.

 

The boy, who was wiping his sword with a dry cloth, stopped his hand when he felt a gaze.

 

He looked at Richesia.

 

The blue eyes were calm.

 

Richesia looked at the boy blankly and asked.

 

“Why did you save me?”

 

“Does it need a reason?”

 

Is that natural for a boy who aims to become a holy knight?

 

As for Richesia, it was incomprehensible.

 

Kindness without reward was unfamiliar.

 

After reassuring her heart like this, he might suddenly ask for something.

 

Looking at Richesia, who was still cautious, the boy slowly opened his mouth.

 

“Hilon.”

 

“…?”

 

“My Name. Since I saved you, I want you to know my name.”

 

Richesia was bewildered for a moment, then quickly nodded.

 

“Ah, hey.”

 

Regardless of whether she believes him or not.

 

Anyway, thanks to the boy, she survived without dying.

 

It would have been right to at least say thanks.

 

“Thanks.”

 

A smile flashed across Hilon’s expressionless face.

 

She didn’t know why, but her eyes went to the shape that drew a faint curve.

 

Richesia quietly bit her lip.

 

It was a time when she was wondering about whether to tell her name.

 

Hilon grabbed his sword and rose from his chair.

 

He looked out without opening the window.

 

“….”

 

Upon seeing the sharpened eyes, Richesia held her breath.

 

It was clear that the hunters had followed her tracks.

 

Her stomach tightened with tension.

 

‘If I tried to escape in this physical state, I’d be caught right away.’

 

She barely survived, but it was the starting point again.

 

It was a time when she was trembling with fear.

 

A low voice broke Richesia’s thoughts.

 

“Did those who came make you that way?”

 

The boy, who calmly waited for an answer, had a sword hanging in one hand.

 

Richesia looked at Hilon with bewildered eyes.

 

Are you saying you’re going to fight the hunters now?

 

It was nonsense.

 

“They are slave hunters.”

 

They were the ones who grabbed and sold anything that could make money.

 

They did not hesitate to do things that were worse than beasts.

 

The first thing the hunters did when they heard that a fairy had appeared was to set the orphanage on fire.

 

Richesia watched the director and her friends die.

 

The laughter of those who brutally slaughtered innocent people was still audible.

 

Hilon would be the same.

 

Since he is a young apprentice knight who has yet to be formally titled, hunters would have nothing to fear.

 

“If you leave me now and run away.”

 

Before saying that she would be all right, Hilon cut off her words.

 

“Why should I?”

 

Richesia was stunned and asked back.

 

“Don’t you know the slave hunter? It’s not just one or two, it’s a group of dozens.”

 

“Not anymore.”

 

“What?”

 

“Because I killed about half of them yesterday.”

 

He added that the rest of them are a little persistent, frowning slightly as if annoyed.

 

She did not readily understand his words.

 

“You killed the slave hunters…?”

 

She knew that young boys, especially aspiring knights who had recently learned swordsmanship, often put on childish bravado.

 

Initially, they were the most proud when they first held the sword.

 

However, Hilon did not seem to have such a personality.

 

There was nothing in his voice of the exaggeration of pretentious young boys.

 

As if reporting to a superior, it was just indifferent and monotonous.

 

No way, is it real?

 

But she couldn’t believe it.

 

They are slave hunters that even Richesia, who has the power of a fairy, could not deal with.

 

How can a boy who is only an apprentice knight….

 

Richesia was just staring at him, so the boy slightly averted his gaze.

 

The joints were precise, but the outstretched fingers caressed the sword’s hilt.

 

“… It’s not a lie.”

 

At the additional words, Richesia laughed a little involuntarily.

 

It was close to an empty laugh but a clear one.

 

Hilon, who was staring blankly somewhere in the air, stared at the smiling face.

 

Without even blinking.

 

It was like a boy looking at flowers for the first time in his life.

 

Richesia slowly stopped laughing.

 

She pursed her lips, then brushed her cheek with the back of her hand.

 

It’s not once or twice that she has been stared at earnestly.

 

For some reason, her cheeks kept getting hot.

 

The atmosphere got a little weird, so she spat out whatever came to mind.

 

“Are you helping me for nothing?”

 

“No.”

 

The boy answered right away, staring straight at Richesia, and said.

 

“I got something, too.”

 

What did you get, though?

 

So far, he seems to have lost all of it.

 

He was in a situation where he might even lose his life.

 

But the boy gave no explanation.

 

“I’ll be back.”

 

He just quietly raised his sword and disappeared.

 

Richesia sat quietly on the bed for some time.

 

Then, slowly, she got up from her place.

 

She doesn’t know if Hilon can really deal with the hunter. He had the ability to at least hold on to their ankles for a while, so she should be able to escape in the meantime.

 

‘Because he’s someone who will become a holy knight anyway.’

 

It didn’t do any good to get involved more deeply.

 

It was right to leave now before she was found out and killed as a fairy.

 

Strangely, however, the feet did not move immediately.

 

She had to flee immediately, but Richesia looked up at the moon from the window where Hilon was standing.

 

For a while, she stared at the silvery moon and passed a meaningless time.

 

Then, she finally made up her mind and jumped out the window.

 

When Richesia left, only the scent of flowers remained.

 

 

***

 

 

After surviving with Hilon’s help.

 

Chesha has mastered the power of fairies perfectly.

 

Slave hunters have been funny toys since she learned how to use fantasy station.

 

As the daughter of the fairy who went mad, the fantasy station, which has a bizarre atmosphere, has become a symbol of Richesia.

 

As beautiful as a flower but cruel, the fairy became increasingly well-known, and after gaining notoriety, she was nicknamed the witch fairy.

 

Even while wielding an ax at will, she sometimes wondered.

 

The boy might not have died that night.

 

He must have been officially ordained a holy knight.

 

Did he know that she is a fairy?

 

If he found out, would he regret saving her life?

 

Maybe he feels betrayed by her for leaving him alone and running away.

 

Did he want to kill her right now?

 

The curiosity lingered for quite some time.

 

To the extent that she thought she wanted to meet the boy just once before she died.

 

Even though she knew that nothing good would happen if they met again.

 

‘As expected, always seeing in the worst conditions.’

 

Chesha smiled bitterly as she recalled the moment when she reunited with him.

 

A pointed piece of the past stung just a little bit.

 

Chesha quickly erased the bitter smile.

 

She can no longer find any traces of his young looks.

 

Looking at Hilon, who has now grown into a perfect man, she replied calmly.

 

“Right. It is a full moon.”

 

Hilon still did not take his eyes off Chesha’s face.

 

He looked at Chesha for a while.

 

Golden eyelashes, small, full lips, and pretty pink cheeks.

 

After checking without missing anything, he opened his mouth again.

 

“Why did you disappear, witch fairy?”

 

She thought he was asking about the past because she was still immersed in the afterglow of the past.

 

The thing of abandoning a young boy and running away alone.

 

However, Chesha quickly corrected the misunderstanding.

 

Hilon was asking about the present, not the past.

 

‘But you’re asking me something like this?’

 

He even kidnapped Hata, so she thought he would end it this time.

 

It was absurd to ask why she hadn’t shown up in the first place.

 

It was the moment she was thinking about whether to tell him that she was busy giving birth to a child.

 

“…!”

 

Chesha felt a very ominous sensation.

 

Itchy feeling, as if you are about to sneeze….

 

It was the sensation she felt when she drank the potion, and her body changed.

 

It was an obvious precursor symptom even though she thought, ‘No way, perhaps, it’s not, right?’.

 

Chesha looked at Hatta with bewildered eyes.

 

The moment their eyes met.

 

Hata, noticing Chesha’s condition, let out a silent scream.

 

‘I’m right now…. I think I’ll turn into a baby?!’

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