Intervallo III - 1.5 - Fantasy Filled Land of Magic

Capitulum 4 - Cold Lake

Capitulum 4 – Cold Lake

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Don Quixote: „...Thus, we triumphed and brought justice!"

Rumia: „Hmmm~"

We already walked for several minutes through the forest. I wasn't exactly sure for how long or how much longer we will be walking through it, but the mist made it look like we barely moved at all.

Don Quixote continued to tell tales of our journey to Rumia.

I wasn't sure if Rumia was listening to her at all. Either she did but didn't understand most of what was said or she didn't really care and just made a noise once in a while to give off the illusion of paying attention.

Don Quixote: „Say, what dost thou think? Wasn't it truly incredible!?"

Rumia: „I think... I want to eat chicken~!"

Don Quixote: „..."

Come to think of it, it seems we either went unnoticed or we were lucky since the last encounter.

There were no fairies to ambush us nor anything else for that matter.

One would imagine that being a good thing, but I have an ill feeling that this just means something worse is coming.

Ishmael: „Haaah... I hope we get out of this forest soon. Gregor and Rodya are starting to really get on my nerves."

Gregor: „No offense, but this mist surrounding us is really bringing up bad memories..."

Ishmael: „Still, that doesn't mean you have to constantly talk about it to me."

Rodion: „Hey, why am I getting on your nerves, Ishy?"

Ishmael: „I don't know, constantly asking if I think there is a shop nearby which sells something tasty?"

Rodion: „But, Ishy! You know I haven't eaten anything for the past few hours!"

Ishmael: „Neither have we, but you don't see us complaining."

Outis: „Enough! The Executive Manager doesn't need you noisy lot to attract more of these fairies here."

Gregor: „I would be surprised if we can be even spotted at this point. Can barely see the bark on the trees in front of me."

Hong Lu: „Hmm... Maybe we could get a better view if we climbed the trees?"

Outis: „Nonsense! It should be clear to tell that this mist is far too dense to see through even from the top of a tree."

The Sinners were starting to get rowdy as we slowly marched forwards.

Boredom, uneasiness, agitation... Being stuck on a boat for so long must have left a mark on them.

Perhaps this is a side effect. Making them eager to face something to entertain them.

But would facing certain death be worth the entertainment?

Rumia: „Aha! We're here~!"

The Sinners immediately went quiet as we found ourselves standing outside the forest, at the edge of what I can only assume must be that "Misty Lake".

Whether it truly was misty was hard to tell due to this red mist enveloping everything around.

Sinclair: „Uhh, I think I can see a lake of sorts?"