I was... scared.
My life was suddenly taken away when I lived in peace.
The blackened elves took him away and threw him into an unknown place.
To further peace...
Nothing arrives except the sound and voice of a chain called jarrajara emanating from me. It was such a 'peaceful' space.
This is a place where there is no change or anything but a rare drop in dried meal.
Water can be replenished from magic items. The magic item expires in a month, but falls off again in about two weeks.
Nothing.
Nothing.
- Nothing.
My heart was about to break.
I wonder why you captured me.
That raises such questions.
The answer is simple. Because my sister became Princess Elf. I guess that's why I was caught by bad forces. As hostages.
It was easy to come to such an answer.
But it was hard to fight.
I don't have the power to unchain it, let alone move around in the dark, even if I could. Probably because there are several magic formations laid. I don't even know the magic of disarming.
I didn't like being my sister's foot wrapper this way.
I hated it more than being left alone than I hurt. I don't have parents, enough to have blood connected relatives.
I didn't want to bother my sister I grew up with when I was a little girl.
With that in mind, I've always been caught.
Alone, ten, twenty years and the time passes.
I already forgot the view outside.
I even forgot what the exterior of the house looked like.
My sister's face and voice are distant memories.
Even my consciousness is blurring.
I'm sure it's really breaking down.
But this body and mind worked hard for me. Because if it were any other species, if they had captured it for so long, they wouldn't have held up for ten days.
Let's close the heavy eyelids - when I was about to.
"... no doubt about it"
I had such a small voice.
I haven't heard a voice in a long time. I've heard you many times if you're hallucinating, but it's been a really long time since I've heard a definite voice so far.
I get up unexpectedly.
People were there, for sure. I wonder when. Open your mouth in arrogance. but before you talk, the person in front of you takes your index finger to your mouth and says "Shh."
Quiet, do you mean?
Then I put my hand on the ground.
The sound of parin, parin, continuously, or the pentagram glows pale.
"Now we're good. Are you the sister of Princess Elf Sille?
That's what the man asked me.
Voice, can you speak up?
"... what about you?
I'm feeling blurred, I haven't heard my voice in a long time.
I even forgot the words.
"I'm Jeed. I want to help Sirle's sister for a reason."
The man, who named himself Zid, said so in a purely seemingly pure manner, with no hostility or malice at all.
Help me...?
Unexpectedly, I named him.
"I'm Lana. Lana Earlua......"
"Are you sure you're my sister?
Mr. Zied has asked me to confirm.
Weird. Don't you know my name? You're here to help? Maybe I'm just checking, but I was just wondering.
"Yes. Um"
"What?
"What kind of relationship are you and your sister in?
"What..."
Mr. Zied says.
Again, something is wrong. Will it come to this without even knowing the name of the savior?
"You're someone else in red."
"... help me even though I'm someone else in red?
"Oh, that would help me, too. Here."
I am offered a hand.
Can Mr. Zied help you, too? If you look closely, your ears are short. A normal person.
Either way, I don't have the means to fight him. Then you'll have to bet. Nod, take your hand.
"Keep your eyes closed 'cause it's gonna be a little brighter"
That's what Mr. Zied worried me about.
Maybe he's a good guy, but he hammers with that in mind.
Then the area gets brighter.
It was incense first.
A natural, nostalgic scent reaches your nose.
Then the light that stabbed my eyelids also went out, and when I opened my eyes, I had a nostalgic house.
I'm only confused for a moment. But I immediately remembered.
It's a house I've lived in since I was a little girl.
It's me and Sister Sille's house.
"-... Huh!"
Tears overflow from nostalgia.
Then, my sister comes out of the house.
Nostalgic faces get into view.
He looked at my face and dropped his knee to the ground.
"Sirle sister......!
Put it on and one day they'll wake up calling me "sister" when I was a little girl.
"La...... na?
"Sister......!
It was a long time since we met again.
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Then there was a lot going on after a while.
The Divine Tree is about to decay, or the Sage Old Society tries to rule the elves...
But every time you saved me, Mr. Zied helped me.
I'm sure he's a white horse prince.
Sister Sille seems to like it a lot, too, and every time she says, "If only someone like Mr. Zied would stay in the elves".
I would strongly agree with that point.
But I think it's just a little different from what I thought.
I'm guessing Sister Sille wants Mr. Zied to stay as a "force of war". And then you feel the same way about me - you just want me to be there for you.
I would be relieved if I were purely beside Mr. Jeed. I still think Sister Sille has a responsibility as Princess Elf.
Well, but it doesn't change my desire for Mr. Zied. So don't be aggressive while you're at our house.
I'll start by grabbing my stomach...
I was here to buy ingredients.
Check the hemp bag hanging on your arm.
All right, all right, now we can make something perfectly delicious today.
I can't stop nimanima if I see Mr. Zied eating it looking delicious.
Unexpectedly - I can reach from the side.
That's from the darkness between the house and the house.
It was a similar sight somewhere.
That's right.
When I was caught at that time...
Reflectively I looked to the side and there was a dark elf man.
Oh - I'll be back.
I don't like it.
I don't like it.
I don't like leaving with Sister Sille anymore.
I'm sorry about the darkness.
This time I won't have...
- Mr. Jeed.
My impending hand stopped, as if to echo the voice of my heart.
No, it was stopped.
"Damn, are you in the shape of a catcher?
"- Mr. Jeed!
It was - it was still the prince of my white horse - who grabbed the dark elf's hand and appeared.