Dogora was freezing, walking through the dead grass, avoiding the leafless trees.
She was alone in an unfamiliar place.
She walked through the freezing forest, complaining.
"You said you'd return me to the village if I was in danger. The village!"
It was quite cold for April, with dead grass and trees, but he could see some kind of structure through the trees, and it was a fence surrounding the village.
Allen had been told by Temi, the astrologer, that Dogora would be facing a life-threatening ordeal, and that if there was any danger to Dogora, he would be sent back to the village.
I think he was really sent away, because he made sure that he would return no matter how much trouble his friends were in.
The gate to the village was closed, but I opened it and went inside.
"What? What is this village?"
It looks familiar.
It was quite dark, but the village looked familiar to Dogora.
"What the hell? Why Krenna? Allen, you're never going to let me come back!"
The wooden gate opened to reveal the village of Crenna, where Dogora had lived from the time of her birth until her time at the academy.
It was quite dim, but this village was definitely not Rodin Village, but Crenna Village.
Dogora was filled with anger.
His friends were still fighting hard against the demons, but in order to keep Dogora from returning, Allen had sent her to the village of Crenna, where he could not reach her.
In the village of Rodan, there is a summoned beast that Allen has prepared as a guard.
Since it was a Spirit A summoner, it could have told Allen to transfer and check on the situation, but that was not possible here.
"I'd better run to Rodan Village. Hmm? A light?"
It was a couple of days' walk from Krena to the newly settled village of Rodan.
With my current leg strength, I think I can run there in less than a few hours.
I was about to leave the village I entered, but I saw a small light in the square of Krena village.
By the way, I haven't seen anyone since I entered the village.
Since this is a world of magical beasts, the villagers take turns to guard the village at night, but the night watchman is not there either.
Dogora wondered if she was really in the village of Crenna, and wondered where she was now.
Maybe he was mistaken and this was a village he had never been to before.
Thinking that Allen might do something like that, she walked forward to check and came to a light.
"It's the village of Crenna, isn't it? Hmm? Is that the old lady? You'll catch a cold if you stay here.
There's a familiar building at the end of the square.
Then you notice an old woman near the lights in the square.
It's gone. The fire of straw, the fire of straw ......
She is wearing a robe, and her red hair mixed with gray almost hides her wrinkled face.
But he is so disconcerted that you can barely see his face.
She did not notice when Dogora spoke to her.
The old woman sits, her hands on the small fire, lamenting in despair.
"d*mn it. Go back to your house. Oh? I've got firewood. I've got no choice.
I don't know where the old woman lived, but I knew I couldn't leave her like this.
There were countless pieces of wood nearby that looked good to burn.
The fire seemed to have grown a little larger as he roughly assembled them.
The fire seemed to have grown a little larger. Dogora decided to sit down beside the old woman and get warm.
'Hmm? What are you? Why are you here?
The old woman seemed to notice that Dongora was sitting next to her.
"I am Dogora."
I don't know why she's just now realizing it, but I'll just say my name.
"Dogora?
He looked as if he had never heard of Dogora.
She looks at him with her red eyes through her gray hair.
She is very polite, and I think she is an old woman from a good family.
But I don't know why an old woman of such a good family would be sitting by the fire in the village square.
"Yeah, I've been gone for quite a while. See, there's a blacksmith there. That's my late son."
He told me that he left the village years ago to go to school.
He told her that his family had moved to the neighboring village of Rodin, and that the forge was now the home of another blacksmith.
Because I told the old woman such a personal story, everything that has happened so far comes back to me like a running lantern.
The first person I saw that I thought was amazing was Crenna.
She had beaten up the knight she had always admired in this square.
Moreover, the knight she defeated was a sub-knight commander and a very strong man.
I asked my friend Peromus to let me join him for a meal with the knights.
At that time, I also met someone I didn't like.
He was a dark-haired boy named Allen who was attached to the strong Krena.
I have fond memories of picking fights with him, trying to bully him for hiding behind a strong guy who had no talent.
I was beaten up and beaten back, but although I was frustrated, I didn't feel hatred or anything like that.
Perhaps it was Allen's tone and attitude that made me feel that way.
Unlike me, Allen never hated anyone.
For some reason, all kinds of people gathered around Allen.
Dogora thinks she's one of them.
"What's going on? What are you thinking about? Kid.
"I'm not a kid. I'm fifteen. I just thought I was useless after all."
I can't stop remembering.
All my memories seem to come flooding back.
Allen was amazing.
After we got to know each other, we started playing knights.