Basking in the effervescent radiance of the evening, the grass inside the lush forest gleamed golden. The light sprinkling on them looked like scattered jewels. Other than the looming presences of trees and the frequent buzzing of animals, no one else could be seen—giving the feeling of being secluded from the world.
In that forest, a lone figure could be seen treading along a path. His posture was firm, his gait was steady. His entire figure was draped by a traveling cloak, and inside the hood, ash blond locks could be seen swaying every so often. Each of his steps was accompanied by the clanking of a sword which hung sheathed on his waist.
This was because even as beautiful as it was, the forest hid a secret most vile to all.
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Halfway to his supposed destination, something caused him to halt.
He had seen something under the tall, looming, shadow of the tree—
—...a person?
"—!"
He immediately reached for his sword.
Inching closer, he could further assert that said figure belonged to a woman—a young maiden, to be precise. Said maiden was resting under the shade of the tree—in a rather carefree fashion, at that. Her long, glossy, black hair was spread on the grasses as she laid on her side.
Just like him, she donned a cloak. However, unlike him, her cloak was pure white and fluttery—more like a dress. It spread around her like a pair of butterfly's wings. Underneath, was a pair of curled up, slender legs covered in knee-high traveling boots.
Standing near her feet, he could see her side profile—which revealed her unblemished cheek, tinted with red, cherry-colored lips, and eye adorned with long eyelashes.
He realized he was taking in the sights for a lot longer than he preferred—such that if he was indeed in the face of a danger, he'd have died already.
To put it simply, what he had seen was too pure for that world—and especially for that forest—
—and as they said; 'When something is too good to be true, it probably is.'
However, instead of tightening, his grip on his sword only faltered—
—but, what if...?
To just pull his sword against someone based on plain suspicion. Not only was it presumptuous and carried grave consequences, it was also against his principles.
Besides, he also didn't feel any malicious intent emanating from the girl, a skill he had honed through years of countless battles.
Sighing inwardly, his hand left the handle of his sword as he buckled down, trying to wake the mysterious girl.
"...Are you alright?"
It didn't take long, for the girl was also about to wake up.
As she slowly opened her eyes, he realized that her eyes bore the same color as her hair—which was jet-black, like a lustrous onyx. After a stretch and a yawn, the girl started to look around, still confused.
It was only a brief moment later when said pair of onyx eyes found him—
"—...What time is it?"
Tonelessly, nonchalantly—such was the very first question the girl had asked.
Facing the absurdity of her question, his voice took a stern tone—
"—On behalf of the Church of Magnolia, I beseech you to kindly state your name and what manner of business were you having here, at the depth of the Forest of Helleborus!"
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