At the Northern Fort

The next time my body's senses returned, what I was waiting for was intense wind and tons of snow.

It's not the kind of snowstorm season in the Alidra country, so I thought we'd arrived somewhere far away - in an area like the Arctic or Antarctic called Earth.

There's a side of snow around, and it looks bright even though it's night.

I cling to my father's arms to avoid being flown by the wind, but when I stand still, the snow quickly builds up against my body.

"Why is Heililith here?!

Hilgdad and Kugarg were right around the corner, but the storm made it hard for them to hear, and the blizzard made them not look good.

Father doesn't move like a stone statue, so he drew snow from Hilgdad's side and approached us.

Because of the heat emanating from my body, the snow flying in the wind, and the snow piled on the ground, is melting just a little bit around Hilgdad.

Kugarg was bravely on Hilg Daddy's shoulder, but he was about to be skipped by the less strength of the wind across the street and had his butt supported.

"Milphy, are you kidding me?!?"

"I'm going!

I answered Kugarg, speaking out not to lose the wind.

For once, it's a snow spirit, so I'm fine with the cold, and this snow is probably not natural snow.

"I'm sure it's Mount Snowlea here!

And it's my mother who's having this blizzard.

But the snowstorm breeze also mixes unfamiliar “chi”.

"Sure looks like it! But what the hell are Heililith and Snowlea doing?"

Hilgdad cut his words there once, but when the wind changed direction and his sight opened for a moment, he discovered two shadows in the darkness ahead and opened his mouth again.

"Look, over there!

It was your mother and probably Heililith who were there.

The two of them are quite distant from each other and stare at each other.

I knew right away that I was fighting.

But my mother still has a little room, and she hasn't lost her cool.

Heililith, on the other hand, had the same look as her own fairy, the bird, dominated by fierce emotions, anger, sadness or hatred.

She has a very small, adorable face, much younger than I had imagined. I don't know your actual age, but you look like you're about fifteen.

Now I hang up my eyes like I had a yellow eyeshadow and eat up my teeth regrettably, but I usually think it has a bright, bright vibe.

The clothes you are wearing are exposed yellow-green pieces, with thin arms and thighs that are likely to break at all costs.

Her hair was also blonde with short creases, but she was upside down by the wind she was waking up.

My mother stands firm, while Haililith is on her knees in the snow and is still about to fall.

The Spirit of the Wind should basically be stronger than the Spirit of the Snow. I heard from my mother that the Spirit also has something called the difference in power born with it, and that the Spirit of Snow is weak compared to the Spirit around water, flame, wind, earth, tree, light, and darkness.

And then the Spirit of Flowers and the Spirit of Thunder are also inferior in strength compared to the Spirit of Trees and Flames?

But now, for some reason, Heililith, the spirit of the wind, is clearly more disadvantaged.

She had more power to share with fairies than she did with her mother, so maybe she has that effect, and then maybe the experience due to her age says something.

Maybe Heililith is younger than her mother, as she seems.

"Snow, Leah......!

Even though he is in such a state of full-blown creativity, Heililis continues to have a wind of attack as he rubs down his powers.

"No more. The battle is on."

My mother flattered her opponent as she looked stern.

"Ugh......!

Haililith roared like a beast with her head in her arms.

"I hate you, I can't believe you...! If you die, I'll be the best! I'll kill you!

"Mother!"

Seeing how impatient Haililith was, she got scared that she was seriously going to kill her mother.

Hurry up and try to jump out of your father's arms and head to your mother, but the snow just piled up is soft and hard to move forward with my short legs.

I'm swimming in a sea of snow, or it feels like I'm drowning, and I just move my four legs out of my outfit.

"Milphilia!?"

When my mother realized I was here, she raised her voice like a scream, and at the same time she was attacked by the wind of Haililith.

"Mother, go!

Fortunately, the wind wasn't a blade or a tornado, it was just a strong wind, and Mother was able to do well.

I guess Heililis doesn't have enough power left to mount a strong offense.

"Milfilia, why are you here? Don't come this way!

The moment I put my figure in my eyes, my mother broke the calm she had kept until then.

The rush mixes with the look on her face, which was as beautiful and cold as the snow queen.

Haililith followed her mother's gaze and turned her face toward me, still stained with hatred, even though she was tired.

"Snowlea's, children...... With Hirg......"

After a small grunt, this time breezing towards me.

The wind is transparent, but now that it involves snow, I know exactly what its shape is. I can see exactly how you're approaching this one.

But I thought the scaffolding was bad and I couldn't get away with it, I get ready to be blown away and I consolidate myself.

"... Huh!

but my body was grabbed by a mass of water faster than a gust of wind.

I didn't know I could do that, but it looks like my father turned my whole body into water to help me.

The chunk of water that my father turned into, he put me on top and proceeded to slip over the snow toward those of his mother.

Wonder why I'm on the water, but my toes are just slightly soaked in water, and it doesn't sink any further.

"Mother!"

When I got to my mother, I took a jump and hugged her in the chest. My mother also takes good care of me. Father was returning from a chunk of water next door to the mannequin.

"WarTrust! Did you bring Milfiria?"

"The Wind Fairy was attacking me..."

"Was attacked!? Really... you used a fairy"

My mother bit her lip softly.

"Mother, what happened? Why do you want to be Heililith?

The moment I asked that, the wind that was blowing around became strong for a moment. That occurs around Haililith, who is sitting in the snow and is still about to fall.

Apparently she's using all the rest of her powers to try to unleash her last attack.

But my hate-stained eyes felt like they were pointing this way and I couldn't see anyone.

"Wartrust, you must not kill"

Mother stops Father, who tried to move quietly toward Haililith.

"He's still immature. And not all Haililith is bad. - Oh?

I blink once as I look before and keep going like this.

"Has he come too? Just fine."

Ahead of her mother's eyes, there was Hilg Daddy.

Keeping Kugarg on his shoulder, he continues in the wind towards Heililith.

The snow has stopped already, so I saw the situation well from me.