It's all one flower.

Before Cruillo figured out anything, he was rolled to the grass by the body. Medvege waves a dagger over the overhead branch.

"Son of a bitch!

"... heh...!

Something red flickers. Vibrant red as painful in the eyes. A crimson snake was flying. Dancing through the universe with a cortical membrane similar to a bat, he swallows a Medvege dagger.

... Warcraft.

I finally recognised it, but I just woke up and looked at it flashly. I can't think of anything. It's white in my head.

A snake about the length and thickness of an umbrella splashes the bat's skin membrane and twists itself in the universe. Crimson Warcraft... Rather than fleeing, Fresh Red Snake (Hine) pokes a gap and stretches his neck, trying to eat by Medvege. The wide open mouth is dark purple with white fangs gleaming on a leaking day. The two conspicuous ones would be poisonous teeth, but the others are fine teeth that would stand in the way of a whole swallow.

Medvege bounces back and a tooth row that reminds me of a carnivore bites the sky.

"Brother, are you okay?

"Ah... what..."

I have no words. I couldn't even stand up and looked up at Medvege's back.

A truck driver wields a magic dagger vertically and horizontally and tows a bright red flying snake.

Cruillo looked around. A stump dots between the trees. They have people's hands here sometimes, too. There were no other people now than the two of us.

This is the only one with a warcraft.

You can only hear birds and cicadas lurking and Medvege daggers cutting the sky and trampling the grass.

"Brother, magic!

Medvege did not distract himself from the bright red flying snake and shouted as he waved his dagger.

Suddenly, I have no idea what to do with any technique.

I stuck it in the trunk of a tree and managed to get up. My knees tremble and I can't stand.

Medvege retreats. The flying red snake made him torso like a whip. The dagger is swept through with momentum. Without any resistance, the dermis was mutilated on one side. The membrane cut sideways around the middle rises and the height of the snake drops.

A snake-shaped warcraft with slow movement was turned, and a dagger was wielded further. Now it hit my torso. Warcraft is flown backwards and disfigured. The scaled body is intact. It seems that the momentum was killed because of the floating in the universe.

"It's going off!

Medvege screams as she turns around and picks up her fallen luggage.

Not even able to reply, Cruillo encouraged his trembling feet and managed to turn back to the road. I see a driveway paved with asphalt just ten meters away.

"Run!

Medvege slapped him on the shoulder and Cruillo ran as if he had been played. It's a trail with people's hands, no particular obstacle. Green, dark trees compress vision, just a little distance, feels hopelessly far away.

Medvege with a dagger and luggage overtook Cruillo.

"Brother, run, run!

Running through forest trails screaming. Encouraged by that voice, Cruillo also moved his legs forward and forward.

A Medvege flies out onto the road one foot away and invites him as he wields his dagger. Cruillo himself meant to be running, but his legs moved as he thought they would. All in a hurry, my heart strikes an early bell.

Medvege screamed something, threw his stuff out and jumped into the woods. Slip through the side of Cruillo and wield a dagger behind his back.

Shortly after turning to the dull sound, he grabbed my wrist. They take us out of the woods so we can be dragged halfway.

I hold my breath for a moment in the heat of an asphalt broiled in the sun. The magic cloak reduces the heat and cold, but the heat of the air you inhale doesn't seem to help. Part of my head is strangely calm and I think about that.

Cruillo's shoulder, which was about to enter, was beaten with momentum.

"I can't finish it. Let's get out of here."

Cruillo managed to nod and pick up a bag of material. Medvege pulls me over and manages to move my laughing knee away from the spot. It's horrible and I can't turn around. I stared only at asphalt and mechanically put my foot forward.

I don't know what time feels like. After such a short time as it had been a long time, Medvege inadvertently stopped.

Driven by anxiety, Cruillo looked up.

Medvege was staring at the front with a rugged face, not behind him. I'd like to hear what you have, but my mouth dried to a crisp, and my faint exhale just leaked.

Cruillo, too, stared forward.

... Bus?

Large route buses, often seen in the city of Zerneau, are approaching. The colour pattern, of course (of course), is not what my mother used to commute in her hometown, but the moment I was relieved by the human presence, my powers fell out of my knees.

"Whoa, whoa! Brother, hold on tight!

Medvege tries to wake me up. Cruillo himself, if he didn't get up and stop at the edge of the road, would be in a hurry, but his legs didn't listen to me at all as if he had become someone else.

The bus slowed down and stopped a few meters in front of the two of them. The front door opens and the driver screams with a microphone.

"Come on, get in! Behind you! Warcraft!

Medvege turns around as a ghost, breathtaking. The bus driver gets off and lends Cruillo his shoulder. Medvege interviewed me to apologize and took Cruello into the car for two.

The driver back in the driver's seat closes the door. Cruillo and Medvege entered the bath floor. Over the windshield, you can see a bright red snake crawling down a dark gray road.

The driver stepped in the accelerator. The distance from the serpent-shaped warcraft dragging through the torn skin membrane shrinks at once. The warcraft, who was in the middle of the road, crawled under the body of the vehicle without being hit by a bus.

The driver keeps going faster and faster, trying to get back the lag for extra stops. We passed unmanned bus stops and harbor ruins silently.

"Luck, I'm sorry. Thanks to you, I picked up my life. I'm sorry, but we have nothing."

By the time I turned the curve and saw the city in the distance, Medvege lowered his head in a heartfelt, sorry way. Finally realizing the seriousness of itself, the cold sweat conveys Cruillo's forehead.

... bus bill... no, how am I supposed to get home with this?

The driver's eyes in the back mirror laugh.

"Hey, I'm glad I could help. There was no tension because of the war."

"Oh, you, you're a benefactor of life. I know it has to be on the bus fare, but if it's grass for vanilla tea, I do. Why don't you get it?

"Me, I can't use magic, so I can't help but get some herbs. I'll just make you feel better."

Medvege shook his neck sideways by removing a plastic bag filled with freshly picked vanilla from a bag of cruello.

"This guy can use it just by draining water.... Brother, is it time to settle down?

Medvege lets Cruello grip the bag of vanilla and remove the water bottle from his bag.

... Vanilla tea... Oh well.

With his trembling hands, Cruillo opened the mouth of the bag, which he had just twisted and stopped, inhaling the scent of grass all over his chest. For a few seconds, he held his breath and slowly exhaled to heal his palpitations. The tremor in my hands also calms me down. I normally received the lid of the water bottle offered to Medvege. Drink up the water and take a breath. My mouth started to move properly.

"No... Um... that was so helpful. Thank you. Let me at least thank you."

Cruillo was finally thankful.

"Really? But you, didn't you go pick him up and get attacked? I picked it with my life at stake, and I can't tell you to come over."

"No, no, that's why I'm asking Lucky the Benefactor of Life to take it"

While Medvege and the bus driver pressed questions, Cruillo cast a [manicured water] spell and drained a bag of vanilla out of water. The procedure activates properly, the moisture drained from the vanilla flows through the universe and moves to the lid of the water bottle. Medvege received and moistened his throat.