It's all one flower.

Amiella opened her eyes.

There's a wooden plate up there. Turn sideways. My breath stopped for a moment. A soft object touches my cheek.

Cloth... no, it's a futon.

Plump bedding wraps amiera.

... Store Manager...?

I thought it was the tailor's shop manager's house, but no. Smells different.

My body didn't move, I just let my eyes circle. Things are different in the room.

With qualitative dirt walls, windows are hung with blank curtains. There is no furniture within sight.

There's a pattern somewhere in the corner of the room, close to the ceiling, and the rest is an undecorated room.

My whole body is weak. My left arm has a fever and it hurts (udder) as my heart beats.

It hurts anyway so much that I don't even know what's going on with the rest or the border of pain.

When I distract myself from the pain, I catch a memory of where I saw the pattern.

... where...? Dark...... corner......?

Mountain hut.

The moment I realized it, I remembered the last few days at once.

When I closed the gates of the hiking trail, there were no rusty sickles. I guess I dropped it on the way out.

Amiella has no experience or experience in battle. I took the sickle out of the mountain hut just in case, but even when I faced it when I said Isa, I never thought of fighting that one as a weapon.

I'm at my best to escape the demons, and I can't even remember where I dropped them.

How far did you walk after leaving the fence? Where am I?

Amiella gently turned the futon with her right hand.

My coat was taken off, but my other clothes are intact.

... that? Beautiful......?

I wiped the blood with my sleeve, but it was spotless.

I feel pain. I wake up softly.

The broken left arm has a bandage wrapped around it and even a plank. I remember falling and getting mud painted, but I didn't stain my jacket and pants.

When I sat down on the bed, it was a hundred million more moves.

Just breathe shallow and sweat will seep into your forehead.

I couldn't think of anything, and I held my left arm down and I was drooled.

Footsteps approached me to see how much I did.

The footsteps slowly walking down the wooden floor stopped and the door made a small noise and opened.

It smells fluffy and nostalgic.

Amiella didn't have the strength to raise her face and couldn't move at all.

"Oh, you're awake."

A squeaky voice is directed at Amiela, and the sound of putting something is followed by the person approaching.

Wrinkles touch Amiella's forehead. Its cold is pleasant.

"You're not back down yet."

Hands away and footsteps move at the same time as a worrying voice.

Footsteps returned and a wooden mug appeared in front of him.

"Do you think you can drink?

With that voice, Amiela raised her face.

That's all you can do.

The skinny old woman smiled softly and sat down next to her. Bring a small spoon to Amiella's mouth.

A spoon gently touches the thin open lip gap. A well-cooled vanilla tea wetted her mouth and a soft sweetness spread over her tongue.

"I added honey to nourish it. You think you can drink more?

Amiella manages to communicate her intentions with her eyes.

The old woman carried the spoon at best and gave me a cup of sweetened vanilla tea.

I stopped my hand about a third of the mug and the old woman stood up.

Place the cup on the small desk by the bed and lay Amiela to sleep.

"If you sit too long, it's not good. A little more rest."

The old woman gently re-hung the futon on Amiela and stroked her cheek.

"Poor thing. You were so scared you couldn't even speak. Don't worry, we won't let demons in."

That's all I said, I took the cup and left.

Hearing the door close, waiting for the footsteps to turn away, Amiella had a long sigh (s).

It was in the evening that I got off the mountain. Now the light leaking from the gap in the curtain is bright.

Close your eyes.

My heart is quiet due to the gentle sweetness left on my tongue and the effect of vanilla tea.

I don't know who the old lady is, but she helped Amiela.

... Do something, I have to thank you.

I can't do anything with such a body. Can you put it away until it is fully healed? No, it doesn't necessarily mean this place won't be under air attack before then.

Bad thoughts crossed my brain.

... That's when it happened, right?

Amiella fell asleep feeling calm.