Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

"Dear Your Excellency, please help the poor us."

"We're just too tired to use any more energy."

"I beg your mercy, so that we can get through this difficult time and pass through this man-eating forest."

"If you can help us, we will be grateful, and we will bless and thank you for the rest of our lives."

Their words were sincere, and they probably begged her to help when they really had no other choice.

Although, they didn't know who she was, where she came from, or what the purpose of coming here was.

It was just by chance that they met before entering the jungle, and she offered to accompany them, and the reward was to help them find the castle smoothly.

The speech was brief and did not show his face.

It's so mysterious that people have to wonder about her identity.

I don't know if it's a good guy or a bad guy.

Fortunately, they didn't care about one more woman accompanying them, so they agreed.

Until now, they couldn't hold on anymore, and began to pin their hopes on her.

After all, she had promised them that she would help them find the castle smoothly.

People can't just keep their promises.

The woman in the cloak who had been walking behind did not speak.

Quietly, his face was hidden in the dark, invisible, with an indescribable mystery.

Two embarrassed princes stood in front of her and begged her, but she didn't seem to have any intention of speaking.

Only gently, slowly, stretched out the hand hidden under the generous cloak.

The pale and bloodless hands, the fingers were slender and clean, so clean that they were almost transparent, as if they were about to disappear.

The fingertips were indescribably delicate and soft, fixed in mid-air, and flicked lightly.

As if some magic power was being cast, the still air in the jungle seemed to fluctuate for a moment.

The pitch-black vine leaves swayed, and the dense thorns blocking the front trembled slightly.

It was as if there was a wind, blowing silently, blowing away the stuffy air and bringing some rare coolness.

The two followers stopped their movements, while the two princes looked forward expectantly.

After nearly 3 minutes passed...

There was no movement, no movement.

As expected, the picture of the thorns breaking through the middle to make way for a path did not appear.

It was what it was, and it is what it is now.

I can only feel the wind.

But the wind blew for a while, then stagnated.

No more sound.

Two followers: "...?"

Two princes: "...?"

The man in the cloak: "..."

The hand that was fixed in mid-air stopped for a moment.

Immediately, as if nothing had happened.

As if he didn't give up, he gently made a push away.

Like a fairy casting spells, her movements are mysterious.

Gently flick...

Nothing happened.

This time, there was no wind.

The two attendants stared at her, and the two princes also stared at her.

They all seemed to be shocked by her mysterious behavior, and they were counting on her so that they could move on.

"..."

Someone who failed to cast a spell was silent for a while.

The surrounding air was dead silent, and the ugly, dark trees bared their teeth and claws, standing on both sides, like demons, mocking them mercilessly.

including her.

Her strength is not counted here, let alone stir up any movement.

Just stagnating here, like a prey trapped here.

Can't go forward, can't go backward.

Behind him are growing thorns, which will recover quickly after being cut off.