Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

I wonder why you're seeing this.

Eleonora was enjoying herself about to cry in a depressed forest with bird beasts squealing from the crowd. I can't scream, and I can't move with my mid back posture. It was a situation I couldn't help myself.

"So come on, you just have to cut that demonic hair off"

Someone who should do something about it says that in a sigh mix.

"I can't! Idiot! Get it!

"That's a pain in the ass"

"Shut up! Oh, it hurts. It hurts! Be more polite!

"Shut up. It's that way. Because you don't even know about demons and stuff, do you?

……

Holding his mouth close to screaming out with both hands, Eleonora tried to see what was going on around him. My hair is pulled again for too much momentum to shake my head and I tear eyes. Though the scream was indulgent, the tangle between thorn grass and hair had finally borne fruit, and those who were trying to solve it had finally abandoned the less enthusiastic attempt. He raised both hands in such a way as to be fed up.

It is a good round finger with flesh. The child's back length is only to Eleonora's chest. The figure is thinly dirty and not wearing shoes, and the short pruned hair jumps in all directions like a bird's nest, but the eyes are large, round and adorable. Hate words just pop out of my mouth.

"I can't do this anymore. Don't tie my hair. I went into the woods. Sister Ele is bad. He said we had to hang up."

Says as he shows the mountain knife on his hips. Surely Eleonora's outfit may have been wrong as an outfit to be divided into woods. Ignoring the opinion that it should be a man's garment, he has been wearing less decorative everyday clothes. The hat was taken on the way. But for her, a hair cutting tool was a delicate sword, not a mountain knife.

"Yes, I don't want to. Do something."

"I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong."

"Then cut the grass better. You're used to Kai, aren't you?

"I can't take it if I hang up, and I don't want to hang up on you because my sister Ele doesn't have a good idea that I got involved"

"How could you! It's my hair!?

It's the hair of the Princess of the Kingdom of Asaria. Eleonora named herself Eleonora. I make them recognize me as noble daughters of things with no family name. I thought that would convey enough of the preciousness of my hair... but I can't even reply.

"Grass matters"

"Why not!!

Unexpectedly an absurd voice invited it, or a series of sounds scratching the scratch not far from it. Eleonora screamed in but didn't emit it. A small hand smelling of dirt is covering my mouth. Silenced by its warmth and strength, the hour of silence flowed for a while. The sound seemed distant. Adorable eyes look to Eleonora, even including insurance.

"I'll make sure. Do you know where this place is?

"... Dusty Dreamson"

"Around. It's magic. If we don't keep what Oyla says, we're gonna die, right?

Eleonora nodded because Kai swelled her cheeks. Even while I'm doing this, the unidentified ringing is heard trying to wrap them both up. Even in the ordinary woods it's creepy, but this is not the woods of interrogation.

Dusty Monson. It is a forest of demons that stretches to the south of the Kingdom of Asuria. Entry is strictly forbidden by Kingdom law, which teaches the forest itself as an untouchable contraindication to the Church.

Eleonora also recognized that as a matter of course. The density of its vegetation is supported by a strange humidity that revenges people, a place so dangerous that even in the outer periphery, if divided, it sometimes leads to death. There are also many vicious beasts and plants that only inhabit this forest, and they are called demons and are feared. Eleonora also knew the names of several types of demons. Red mucus, lizard killer birds, man-eating spiders… are all monsters told in painting stories.

This little Kai is right. The forest is also said to be swallowing the lives of many explorers and survey teams. It is a demonic realm because death comes regardless of whether a person's body is bent or not. If you noticed, Eleonora was holding herself tight. I was under the chill when I said it was so sweaty.

"Oh, no. The wind has changed. Not good."

It wasn't until he had time to stop it that Kai began cutting his hair without hesitation with a mountain knife. Forced and fast. Eleonora couldn't resist anything because she was seen in a hurry there.

"Don't run. Hurry. Never let go of my hand."

"Wow, okay."

Step onto the soaking ground without rain, and cross the intensity of the undulations hidden in the wax. There is no shadow to see any more clothes that should have been modest or petite. Sometimes I have messy cut hair. Eleonora didn't stop the heat she'd been putting up from making her tears.

Kai pulling his hand turned around slightly to strengthen the grip on his connected hand without saying anything. Eleonora was happy with the heat of that hand, which was small and soft. It is a dirty, unsophisticated hand. It's a hand you shouldn't even touch. I knew that was something as precious and irreplaceable as the lights of the dark night though. Most importantly, she liked this petty spirit. It was the only one she could forgive right now.

Is it because she moved so disturbingly that Eleonora felt her body warm? My body, which should be tired, moves rather lightly. It was something with simple joy, but whoever led her stopped moving there precisely. I sat down with the fallen tree as a chair. My hands didn't let go, so my two shoulders lined up.

"Good. Looks like they weren't after me."

"What... thing?

"It's a witch, witch. It's a soul-sipping monster in the back of this forest. Ele, someone my sister wants to meet."

"Oh, you do that? You know about us? I know and I don't..."

"Aren't you going to do me a favor, hoping you can do something unusual? It doesn't just mean it's not normal. If I could see a witch, my wish would come true. I'm not a tragic princess in a painting story, I don't want that. I told you before we went into the woods, didn't I? It's easier to imagine being killed."

He wasn't the one to make the story up or threaten it. In the midst of not trusting the people around me as one, only this Kai treated me with a look and words that were not false... Eleonora knew so, so I couldn't stand it. There were zero tears. I cried without speaking up.

"If you're ready... do you still want to turn back? Then I'll give you back the money you gave me."

Half of it, but I rather got more tears when they added. It's not about sparing money. It was because we knew once again why we were doing this here. Now that the feeling of breath had shriveled, Eleonora was feeling that she just couldn't erase the regrets that arose in her heart, or that it would intensify and spread. I was scared to notice, but I'm starting to regret getting Kai involved.

This little guide, who still holds hands, is the choreographer at the mansion where Eleonora lived. He wasn't formally employed, and he seemed to get paid each time he did a servant's reluctant choreographer. Fecal urine extraction, separation of waste materials, cleaning of drains… It was in the early morning flowerbed that Eleonora met Kai. I was sleeping. So much so that it induced the number of viscous worms collected throughout the night and the screams that also reached the sky.

I hated it at first. I didn't even want to put people working in the mud or anything else in my sight. Eleonora hates muddy things. If you get dirty, you lose value. Both people and objects believed that the most beautiful condition was a period of time that had never been dirty. I thought I couldn't go back there after I got rid of the dirt.

But Kai was beautiful. The smile was dazzling.

A mansion that had to be spent without understanding the reason... of a lonely town not the king's capital, like a small world surrounded by walls. So, only Kai was the only "true” person. The others around Eleonora were both classy and sophisticated, but smiles, words and everything was just on the upper side. It's false, they are.

Eleonora immediately realized she was being captured. It was like a nightmare. I am under house arrest in a despicable place that is not a castle, where I am supposed to be royal, separated from my father, the king and the brave. You can't get it to work where you said it, and on the contrary, they say creepy things that don't make sense to you.

The Father King is dead. The brave man is dead. I have a husband and children.

I didn't understand it as one thing. It was a nightmare itself that would not awaken to live surrounded by those who spoke of it as if it were true. No, maybe it's actually bad magic. That's what Eleonora thought, so she took off the mansion. Not aiming for the Wang capital, but towards the Devil's Forest... to meet the witch of hiding there.

I knew faintly that it was life-threatening. I didn't even feel anxious about failure. Still, expectations were so great, so now Eleonora is here. A strong urge is pounding and moving her.

There was a reason I asked Kai to guide me. Because I heard this little worker was going into the woods to make money. He said he sometimes earns unexpected income by harvesting rare plants. It was illegal. But don't do it. Kai couldn't live, and what he was doing at this time seemed fortunate to Eleonora in itself. Cute Kai led me to meet the witch and magically mask this strange reality... Eleonora had dreamed of such muscles as she deserved. I thought that should happen. Until now.

"Don't be shy at a good age. Totally no more."

"And don't talk about age. I'm actually younger."

That was the end of the nightmare. Eleonora looked down at her breasts and her legs and bit her teeth with no settling thoughts. It's not particularly uncomfortable. But they say they're in their thirties, and they're undeniable bodies. That was extremely irrational to her. It was difficult to accept.

Eleonora recognized herself as a teenager. I couldn't believe how old I was, like the people around me said. There was something as vague about my memory as it took Kasumi, which I was comforted by a masked smile because I was tired, etc., but more than anything else, it was all abhorrent. I just felt pushed that there shouldn't be.

Something is wrong. If so, it must be corrected. The disgusting perception of lying between oneself and the world should be put in place by changing sides of the world. Eleonora was so sure, and that feeling is still unwavering.

But strays had arisen about the method. Because I didn't think it would be difficult. Dirty in the mud, cutting her hair, and frightening of signs of death were outside her imagination. Not to mention Kai. I was more anxious than comfortable. Having forcibly asked me to go on the road to the witch, I may have forced this little friend into a tremendous danger... so Eleonora felt comfortable.

"It's sad you can't admit you're old. Even though it's as good as oila."

Knowing or not Eleonora's thoughts like that, Kai says in a sigh mix as she shakes her head.

"... what does that mean?

"As it is. It means living with the right vigour for the year."

"Wow, I'm not in my thirties!

"I don't think you can look at me as a teenager."

"I just don't want you to tell me! A lot!"

I thought Eleonora had made a strange complaint herself. No matter what lies and we don't know what's true, and whether we're sitting in a demonic falling tree like this, we're rare beings.

Kai calls herself a 30-year-old woman.

He is a dwarf, if true. It is a presence that appears in picture stories, similar to Dwarves and Elves. There are no minorities in this world who live as strange beings, but where they have done so, the colours of their skin and eyes are so different that they do not nag adults who have had the appearance of children. At least I've never heard of Eleonora.

"Even if you say that, in fact, because you've been alive for thirty years. I've been experiencing the war before."

I don't know if you're serious or joking, but it's definitely a lie. And it would not have been offensive if Kai had said such a lie. Eleonora was going to listen, but the words jumped into her ears and shook her heart hard.

I saw the demon burn.

Didn't your stomach jump? Eleonora trembled at the shock. It was sudden and also unexplained. Thoughts were also disturbing. All my ears captured the outside world.

"The world is a good addition or subtraction, isn't it? I'm a demon even though I can't use magic. And it's cruel. It's an all-night festival with everyone killed. Oyla got a little money from cleaning the city and looking for drops, though. Ele, did you see that?

Nausea couldn't be answered badly. I felt sick enough to be blinded. I felt that if I turned down, all the contents of my body would flow out, and Eleonora turned up. It is the dark green depression that shows in Xia's vision. The leaves of the trees are layered in multiple layers and no peek into the sky will come true.

"I've never seen..."

The tears were dry. The heat of tears seemed more desirable for the suffering now.

"Such... disgusting things..."

Squeezing only his voice out of the back of his throat, Eleonora finally crossed the limit. I vomited. spit out and splashed in the mud. Those defiled her clothes. Some dripped from the edge of the mouth into the neck. I didn't know why. I finished puking without knowing, and roughed up my breath. They even had my back. It felt so warm and gentle that I wanted to cry.

"Can I see the witch alone?

It was a statement as soon as it calmed down. Kai's circular eyes opened wider. Eleonora thinks the face is still adorable. This one is a pseudonym. There will be strange coziness there to soothe Eleonora, whether it's an age unknown and a pattern that we can't be honest with each other. It could have been so dependent.

But not tolerated. I don't want to see this little Kai get hurt and fall or anything.

Eleonora's thoughts appeared in her eyes, or Kai varied her expression to blush her cheeks, swell her nostrils and cheeks, and at the end of the day she gave a full grin.

"You can't. We need oila to live long in this forest. Even if you don't, Sister Ele, you can't have a bunk or food for tonight, can you?

"It's... though it is"

"And yet you don't give up, do you? You have to meet a witch, you can't even get old anymore, can you?

"Yes... maybe it is. But don't talk about age."

"Haha, Sister Ele's obsession"

Because Kai's smile was as if a flower had blossomed, Eleonora could only pretend to be angry, so she was lastly stuck and laughed. In the frightening forest of dangerous demons, they laughed as they kicked mud into each of them. I even enjoyed lurking my voice. I was getting strange energies.

"Yeah, well, let's try for three days. That's the amount of food I'm bringing. And even if we don't find the witch, Oyla will have worked for the money she gets."

"... right, okay. I'm begging you."

"Let me. Oh, but keep what Oyla says, okay?

"I know, I know."

I wonder if it's true, etc. Let me pretend to be angry again at the innocent face peeking into my face, and Eleonora resumes her adventure. Ask the Dust Dream Forest for a witch... and hope for the magical power of his use.

That is about the summer platter, the year after the national funeral took place in the country of Asuria.

Eleonora, the First Princess, who had been placed under house arrest in a town outside the county territory of Palvilla in the southern part of the kingdom, had not been found in Russia, even though the search by a large number of people had taken place. The following year, and the year after that, she disappeared from the world of interrogation without a word.

Outside the woods, three years of months move civil unrest into a struggle for force.

But Eleonora can't show up. The Devil's Forest, which embraces the Great River and drains man, only gives the wind infinite leaves and an extraordinary view of how history once again enters the season of battle. Is that what they are in the woods...... Eleonora, Kai...... Dust Dream Forest Witch Micazain.

Now, the military flag rises west of the king's capital. It's a battle, a massive exchange of lives with a sword. It is a festival that contends for authority over nobility, honor over knights, and reward for soldiers to be tried and given to each. In the midst of several famous flags striking heaven in the kingdom, it was still raised. There's no way I couldn't put it up.

Expressing the awesomeness of the flames in red… the Flame of Fire was raised.