Master of the brave.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, seriously, it's flying. Shit!)

Winn and, Letty. And the three of Poulat were flying in the sky, illuminated by the moonlight.

(Oh, you're not falling, are you? This, you're gonna die, you're gonna die? If you fall, you're definitely gonna die, aren't you?

Shabbon balls, if I may say so? The three of them were wrapped in thin, translucent membranes of light.

If you look down at your feet, the river that flows across the meadow looks like a black belt.

"Ahaha, isn't that awesome? Brother!"

"Awesome, Letty!

The two kids are laughing joyfully with Poulat waving his hands and feet up their asses.

"We're going after them so they don't notice. Can you do that, Letty?

"Yeah."

When Letty nods, the three ascend further above.

"Hmm, silly......"

Poulat shrugs.

I'm not familiar with magic.

But now I know as much as this situation is unthinkable in common sense.

Some adventurers can use magic.

For many are adventurers of the house of fallen nobles, and of the house of knights who have lost their Lord to serve by war.

Because many of them can use magic, even civilians who haven't had a chance to read a magic book could have been taught if they paid a few bucks, if only to the extent of the magic that dots the spark.

So Poulat has seen magic, too.

If Poulat is as much magic as he can see, it is by no means a great deal of magic, but is it nevertheless something that is so easy to use?

"This, this, is Letty doing it? Can Letty use magic!?

"Speaking of which, since when can Letty fly?

"Hmm...... just now?

Letty tilts her neck to answer the two questions.

I was wondering if I could fly.

"I knew Letty had a wizard talent!

"Yeah? Letty, I like the same knight as your brother!

"Ho, are you sure you're okay? You're not gonna fall, are you? Hey?"

"It's okay, it's okay!

Winn was peeking down with his hands on the membrane of light.

(This guy's probably a big guy, too)

If you noticed, Poulat was scratching a cold sweat like a waterfall.

The shirt is soaking wet and disgusting.

Poulat closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Brings a pulled smile to mind. All I get is laughter anymore.

As he laughs, he gradually regains his composure.

Sure, it doesn't make a difference that I'm anxious underfoot, but it's getting silly that the kids are calm but only panicking on their own.

"... for now, be careful not to find it"

It doesn't even start when you're jittery.

I can't do anything on my own, and when I think about it, I'm having an experience flying through the air that's rarely possible.

Then wouldn't it be better to have fun?

Change your mind and look around.

The moon, the clouds, felt a lot closer.

Is it Shimrug, the capital of the empire, the dot of the massive amount of light that can be seen in the distance?

The great river stretching out of Simlug looked glittering, reflecting the moonlight. And I could see the streets stretching from the gates of the outer walls stretching through the meadows, through the forests, everywhere, as if they had drawn a white, thick line.

Soon underfoot has also turned into black trees.

I was switching from meadow to forest.

(Awesome. You can't stop an adventurer because you have this kind of experience!

Poulat is also an adventurer.

There were enough qualities to seek, admire, and enjoy this kind of unknown stimulation.

In the woods.

There was a slightly open place, mainly a small fountain.

A few houses were supposedly built using trees. However, many of the houses have burned down or only carburized columns remain.

The fields were desolate and forest plants were beginning to erode in an attempt to swallow the village.

Abandoned village as pictured.

Strangely, there was not a single road stretching out of the village.

Externally, there is one stream flowing from the fountain. That's all.

One of the houses left to burn.

From the gap between the columns of the burning remaining collapsed house, the girl dived inside with caution not to hook the folded wings to the columns

Spaces large enough to be referred to as spicy rooms.

Dim without light.

Only the moonlight that is plugging through the gap in the collapsed wall illuminates the girl.

I guess I've been arriving for days. My hair and wings are dusty and dull and grey.

When the girl nods in the corner of the room, she clings to the cabbage she was holding in her chest with care.

It was the food I had stolen in people.

A few months after the girl was left alone in this village - at first she was eating the crops that were left in the field, but she soon ran out of them too.

I wandered through the woods looking for food.

Nuts, edible weeds, mushrooms.

Their race, which has a much longer life span than people, is difficult for other races to measure their age when they grow up, but the girl's age was as young as it seemed.

There were limits to the food that could be obtained with limited knowledge.

Adults heard and knew there was a human city if you went down the river.

It was a village isolated from the outside, but not without interaction with the outside.

The adults in her village were flying in the sky, hiding their wings, interacting with people's cities and obtaining various supplies.

So if you go down the river, you know there's a human city, and there's food there too.

One day, I couldn't find any food in the woods, and at last, the girl couldn't stand the hunger and feathered her wings and went outside the woods.

Going down the river, there were large fields and houses with livestock such as chickens, pigs and sheep.

Food.

There was nothing she could do about big animals like sheep and pigs, but chickens could catch them.

And vegetables and eggs.

I felt like I was doing something wrong.

Sneaking close to the chicken hut, he grabs two dreaded eggs and sticks them in his pocket.

The field was full of melons, so I grabbed one and hurried home.

Sip the eggs raw, and the melon beats them to the ground, breaks them and eats them obsessively.

The sweet taste spreads in my mouth.

Tears poured out.

Since that day, the girl went to the house more often than not without suppressing her desire for food.

Because of his guilt, he sometimes left the mushrooms and nuts he had picked in the woods on the spot.

I knew it even at a young age.

We can't possibly find these bad things forever.

So...

"I put it on!

From the gap between the pillars, I saw a human boy smiling more with his face on, and the girl let go of her mouth from the cabbage that was crooked, just pouring and tears.

"Hiya, this is..."

I chased that wingman girl and found it, the wingmen's lair.

Traces of being attacked by something obviously.

Based on the extent of forest plant erosion, it's only been about six months since this inside perished.

All crops have withered, and some of them are rotting away without being harvested.

"I put it on!

While Poulat was looking around at the tragedy of the village, he heard a cry that Wynn had found the girl.

Letty stands and peeks into the gap between the pillars as she runs to the house where she hears her voice, which is about to collapse in half.

"In this?

Letty nodded at Poulat's question.

The gap between the pillars is the extent to which one child can finally dive.

"Hey, Winn. What's going on in there? Is anybody here?

"There's only one girl!

"I'm not even going to get inside. Can you get him out?"

"It's okay."

It could collapse, so I decide I shouldn't poorly exclude the pillars or anything and wait for Winn to come out.

"Oops."

Winn crawls out of the gap in the column.

"Look, it's okay, just get out."

Following Winn, the girl crawled out.

Did the clothes even hook up to the branches of the tree? They are worn out, and the hair that has remained stretched out to the bosom, as well as the wings on the back, are drooling with dust and mud.

Kids in the Glades may still be more beautiful.

But more than that...

(Oh, he's really a wingman!

Poulat was impressed by the real wingman girl he had only heard of in rumors and stories.

Noble species of the Elves, noble species alongside the High Elves. Mystical clans, so much so that in some regions they are worshipped as gods.

The winged girl, who is also about to become a legend, looks like she takes care of the twisted cabbage and is pinched between Winn and Letty and spills tears.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?

About the same age Letty was peeking into the girl's face and stroking her head.

Poulat exhales one sigh.

Exactly, I didn't feel like convicting such a young girl of theft.

Instead, I think I've often survived in this state.

But that's all I have to ask.

"Hey, can we talk about what happened?

Poulat approached the girl in an attempt to ask what was going on.

But the girl backs off with a small scream in the back of her throat, "Hih..."

Seeing that, Poulat scratched his head with gassi.

"Hmmm...... for now, shall we talk somewhere calm? Letty, can you fly to Mr. Laura's house?

"Yeah, I think I can fly"

"Then let's hear more about it there. I want to do something about this girl, and..."

"There's something here!

Winn blocked Poulat's words.

He holds a wooden sword tied to his hip with both hands.

Poulat also noticed when he was told.

A cold, somewhere frightening air that looks all around you.

Winn and Poulat step forward to shelter the two girls while keeping the abandoned house behind them.

(Did you go too deep?!?

At the same time as regret, the bush rocked and something popped up.

"Oh, oh, no..."

A fine scream and a winged girl nodding with her head repeatedly with a short, shallow breath.

"It's okay. Your brother will kill you, won't he?

Letty is encouraging her as she strokes the girl's head.

With the two of them on their backs, Winn stood forward.

"Winn, don't push it. This guy can handle me alone."

It was a shadow to a degree slightly larger than a person's child who showed up. The skin is shallow and dark, with small horns on the forehead.

He wore simple clothes and had a rusty floating sword in his hand.

It is a demon called Goblin.

He is a highly fertile demon and creates settlements in flocks around a king species called Goblin Road.

It is a monster that often creates settlements near people and most often causes damage to people because it is prone to breeding heavily.

However, if you are strong enough to name an adventurer, you will not lose first if you are one-on-one, because your strength is not so strong either as shown by your childhood physique.

One Poulat can manage to defeat it.

"Whoa, whoa!

Poulat wields his sword as he roars.

Goblin jumped back and ran away.

At the overrun of Poulat's offensive range, Goblin asks about Poulat with the children behind him as he stomps.

"Ooh!

Poulat waves his sword in a sideburn.

Goblins kid that attack! I would take it with my sword all the time, but I stepped if I was pushed by the power of Poulat.

Poulat's sword moves are still rough as he rushes out to one serving.

Often swinging at the mercy of power. But Poulat's forceful sword cuts off Goblin's health one by one.

Even though they are demons, the creation of their bodies remains the same.

Eventually, Poulat's sword tip began to capture the goblin.

Goblin's blood splashes and gradually slows down his movements.

(All right, hold on!

Poulad decides he's cornered him and tries to strike a special blow.

"Whoa, whoa!

The tip of the sword rolled out with the temper - but cut the sky.

"What!?

Goblins make a big leap to roll sideways. And he runs behind Poulat without a scratch.

"Shit!

If you noticed, they were a long way from the abandoned house you were hiding behind.

He was unknowingly separated as he pursued him while launching an attack on Goblin.

Goblin squeezes his last force and runs in a straight line.

Ahead are Letty and two winged girls.

The two younger girls, who look the least combative, were the goal.

At least the evil upside.

But Poulat can't make it if he runs when he's attacked and disfigured.

"Shit!"

Goblins fly a few meters to the girls.

Approaching two girls with rusty swords.

At that moment...

Gah!

Goblins screamed and glanced loudly.

Standing in front of the girls was a dressed win holding a wooden sword and sticking it out into the air.

Goblin jumped and was slashed by Letty and the Winged Girl, as well as punching his full thrust under Goblin's chin from the side of it.

Goblins that get slammed to the ground more and more.

In pursuit of its defenseless belly, the rushed Poulat waved down his sword.