At the Northern Fort

I don't know what's going on behind the cave in the residence. Where the light outside doesn't reach, it's because I'm scared and I'm not stepping in.

But today is the day I'm going to reveal the secret of this cave.

I thought if I let the momentum go, I'd run from the entrance of the cave to the back with a dash, but I knew when I was wrapped up in the dark, I got scared, Yikes! and flip as you raise your voice low.

Keep going back to the entrance and you flip your body again and run to the back, again -! and come back.

Well, it's fun.

Milfilia, what are you doing?

As I sat on my bunk, my mother in a fox said strangely.

I return to my mother in a haphazard breath.

"I'm worried about you. Maybe there's something there, maybe some amazing gems or something."

It's scary and exciting to be a place where people aren't stepping in.

The fear of darkness holds me back, but there's a romance behind the cave.

But I just breathed when I was bound to reveal everything one day, and my mother tried to give me a light answer.

"There's nothing in the back, and nothing..."

"Hold on!

"- No, I'll do my best to find out when I decide where to live."

Make a ragged noise and my dreams and romance crumble.

"I told you!

Wow, I raise my voice, and I pretend to chew Gabgab toward my mother.

But unfortunately, my mother doesn't scare me at all. Relax and yawn.

"Is Milfilia interested in gems? You also took care of what Hirg brought you. Maybe because I'm with humans, I've come to have values similar to those of humans."

Don't call it a bad thing or a good thing, but Mother stood up.

"Look, it's hard over there. It's similar to a jewel."

I say when I look at the long rough hanging at the entrance to the cave.

It's hard and beautiful, but it's not like a gem. It melts. It would taste pretty good if I ate it.

"Oh, but that. I want that longest one."

"My mother will take it."

Her mother made a long stretch before heading towards the entrance, but halted her legs along the way. I look up diagonally and move my ears around my nerves.

"What's going on?

Looks like someone's coming into the mountains.

Say it in a slightly lower, alarming voice.

"This sign... is like a spirit, like it isn't. He doesn't seem human."

With my mother I tilted my neck too. Due to bluntness, I didn't even realize someone was coming into the mountains.

"Who could it be?

Anxiously, he goes down the mountain with his mother to ascertain the identity of the intruder. I ran hard, but my distance from my fast legged mother was empty, and I was buried in soft snow along the way. Even if I try to get out, the snow around me collapses like sand and I can't get out.

I rush to ring high and request rescue from my mother.

And my mother immediately turned back to get me out of the snow. Let Poi and his back go with the back of his neck chewed and put me on there.

As I strutted against my mother's back to avoid falling, her mother thrust through the bright white scenery.

Coming all the way to the middle belly of the mountain, parts of the mountain that were not snowpacked came out and became greener.

My mother slows down as soon as she enters the coniferous forest.

"Whoa, there you go."

I looked too before my mother turned her nose. There was one man there, walking loosely with his hands on the trunk of a tree.

I don't have an axe, but I dress like a wooden dust, and I'm not uncomfortable in the woods.

But I also feel like I'm not human, as my mother said.

"I feel weak but spiritual"

Her mother affirmed so, and when she looked stern, she walked toward the intruder. I descend from my mother's back and follow her later.

The intruder who noticed the footsteps also looked up at this one.

"Snow Spirit......?

The voice and face of the man who murmured so seemed calm and tender. Height is not too big, not too small.

The hair is warm green with shorter creases. The collarless dabbled white shirt features plant embroidery with green thread around the neck and chest. He's wearing leather gloves, suspenders, and he's got brown boots on his dark green trousers down there.

It feels like stylish wood dust, but my clothes are dirty and my expression doesn't cheer me up.

It looked like it was tedious, but the intruder let his cheeks loosen and chuckled as he found me behind his mother.

"Oh, I have children, too. It's cute. I like kids."

My mother pounds out her fangs, roaring and intimidating the intruder who approached me with a peaceful smile.

"Stay away from the strawberry child!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Don't be so mad at me."

The intruder stopped and stood up perfectly. Doesn't seem very keen.

"Wrinkles are Snow Spirit Snowlea. Who the hell was that? Why did you come into soft territory on your own? Some answers don't just make sense."

When my mother was awesome with all the bites she still had, she excused herself with a cold sweat.

"Wait a minute. I'm the Woodbaum of the Wood Spirit."

"Woodbaum? It doesn't look like Woodbaum I've seen before."

"What you know is probably my father. My father gave me his name when I was nesting. I told you it was too early."

"So what was the purpose of it?

My mother said, staring at Woodbaum. Woodbaum answers with his body down looking uncomfortable.

"Don't stare. I hate fighting. [M] I'm sorry I walked into your territory on my own, but I'm not gonna take anything from you. I was just walking in search of beautiful land, and I just got here."

"Beautiful land? Why?"

I asked with a glimpse of my mother's body.

Woodbaum looks at me and loosens his cheek, he starts explaining.

"It's been a hundred and fifty years since I nested, but I've lived there ever since I decided where to live in the Porpois Forest. You know what a country is called Porpois? Don't you know that because you're still small?

You say it to me gently, like a nanny, and then you look sad.

"But the logging of the forest has been going on for about a decade now. Humans have been using trees to live for a long time, but because of the increase in the number of humans, they've been cut down endlessly lately. Besides, the towns around the forest have developed and are no longer as clean an environment as they used to be. The water on the nearby river got dirty, and the humans may not have noticed it yet, but the soil, the air, the rain that falls in the woods is dirty"

I think Woodbaum looks tired when he sees that there are environmental problems in this world.

"Water, soil, light, and proper temperatures. Whether a tree can grow well or not is important to the environment around it, but human activity destroys that environment"

It seems that trees would also be more susceptible to disease if they weren't in a balanced environment, so that when humans were eating all that was bad for their health, diseases spread to the woods where Woodbaum lived, he said.

"Over the past decade, I've tried to empower the withered kids, fix the sick kids, and sue humans directly, but I'm tired already. I'm just saying that humans have no choice but to destroy forests for their own development, and on the contrary, they're asking me to grow more trees."

He's a kind looking spirit, so I guess he wasn't as feared as his mother. But because of that, it might have seemed like a convenient being to grow again no matter how many trees you cut.

Woodbaum said, combing his hair with his hands of creases.

"I think I'm probably sick, too. My hair is crispy, and I can't get my clothes and skin dirt off for any reason. I can fly to strange places, and I can't use my powers."

"Do spirits sometimes suffer from disease? It is weak to feel weak. I can barely feel it."

My mother's voice, which was alarming the intruder, mixed a little sympathy color.

"Yes, but I think it would probably heal if we were in clean land. I feel a little easier now that I'm here. The land around here is stained with beautiful snowmelting water, so the trees that are smoking it look healthy. I'm also saying that it's cold and hard in winter, so I should be a little warmer."

Woodbaum laughs with his hands on the thick tree trunk that was growing right next door. And I stared into my mother's eyes and begged her this way.

"Snowlea, merciful snow spirits. I want you to quiet me down here for a while."