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“Ugh, what is this?”
Lovelita opened her eyes. And croiched down in order to get some warm from the cold.
There was no one around, just trees.
‘Where the hell am I? I was eating, drinking, and enjoying myself a little while ago, but suddenly she was within the nature. This makes no sense.’
At that time, she could feel the signs of a person somewhere. Lovelita, who had only one thin dress, rushed to the place, wondering if she could ask for help.
“Yes, meekly …If it’s… there is no pain…….”
She heard the sound of words. As she strode through the branches without having to hide her signs, she saw a group of strangers. They are all armed, too.
“Who is it?”
A man closest to Lovelita pointed a knife at her.
Lovelita, half raised her hands with a grim face, stopped walking and said.
“Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow someone’s clothes?”
“What are you doing here? Identify yourself!”
About five or six men poured their knives out on Lovelita as if they were going to kill her anytime soon, but she just scratched the inside of her nose as if nothing was to be afraid of and looked around to figure out the situation.
A group of armed men, a man with blue hair. And the faceless boy in front of her…Huh?
Lovelita’s eyes reached back to the boy who last looked away.
She saw a boy whose face was erased as if she had poured black paint on top of a well-drawn oil painting.
From the direction of his body, it was clear that he was looking at her, but she couldn’t see a single hair, let alone his face features.
“We can’t keep witnesses alive. Get rid of her life, too.”
As Lovelita frowned at the strange sight, one of the leading men in the group gave instructions. When she heard it, Lovelita responded calmly.
“Everyone can tell you’re doing bad things. What, is it an assassination?”
Lovelita asked the boy without a face, wondering how would his voice sounds like.
But the boy gave no answer. His limp hand held an old sword, but it didn’t seem to belong to him originally, regardless of its length.
Pressumably, it was given by the man in blue hair.
“There, kid, do you want to live?”
The boy’s hand flinched.
A young voice was heard, it was a voice that didn’t sound like had passed puberty.
“Well, well, then I’ll let you live.”
As Lovelita’s hand moved lightly, a strong gust of wind blew.
The branches, sand and leaves all flee by. Then she directed it out to the men. Unprepared they have nothing to defend from it and tried to block the wind with their arms, but soon the wind began to make it difficult for them to control by themselves.
As if touching a wand, Lovelita’s fingers moved smoothly, and all the weapons they held flew away.
“Hey, what the…….”
“Well, nothing much?”
Solving in an uncharacteristically peaceful way, Lovelita moved Mana again and tied them together.
Lovelita, who shook her hands to shook off the dust, turned her back. Behind her stood a still helpless boy.
Lovelita, who lowered her posture to face his face, said, glancing back.
“Now that I’ve done this, shall we go save your friend?”
“Call me Lita.”
“It’s no use.”
The boy said to Lovelita, who was moving to support the unconscious blue haired guy.
“Come on, look.”
Suddenly the boy threw the sword he was holding onto the floor.
Then the stunned blue haired barely opened his eyes, took the sword that was close to him in order to support himself and barely got up.
The blue haired guy eyes, which acted like Lovelita is invisible, were directed only at the little boy. But still the boy didn’t say anything and just looked at the blue haired guy.
Then he run past the boy. Where he ran, men who had been tied up a while ago were already released and draw their swords against the blue haired man.
“How did they get released?”
She didn’t even felt her mana anymore, which she used to tied them up.
The boy said to Lovelita, who was still gazing blankly at this mysterious world.
“I told you it was no use.”
Standing away from the battle, the battle has the blue haired guy not struggling anymore.
No. Rather it looks like the time got back again to the earlier event.
Still looking at Lovelita, the boy said.
“So go back.”
“This is just a dream anyway.”
Saying so, the faceless boy pushed Lovelita back.
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