Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

How long has it been since the two of them wandered through the woods?

Bianca uttered words of apology that she did not know how many more times it would be.

"Sorry, Leonora..."

Its beautiful face is dirty in mud and tears.

The white hand was wrapped in a cloth instead of a bandage, thinking that it had been made by tearing clothes.

The answer to that is the same every time.

"Dear Bianca, I don't care, please. Me, at all, I'm fine. Instead, foot, be careful."

The girl's left arm of her shirt is cut with a cloth leading from her elbow.

Yes, she had cut off her own clothes in order to handle Bianca, whose feet had been taken from her and fell, and whose back had been greatly damaged by the clap.

The next moment I thought the water egg cracked and scratched off the meadow.

Deep in this forest, the two of them had emerged to be thrown away.

Rubbing your hips and feet hard.

No matter how many surprised Bianca and Leo look around, or call again, they never see or hear the Spirit.

Neither the Lady of the Lake nor the Spirit could even feel the signs of the Lake.

So they realized that apparently they had been thrown into an unexpected place as a result of blocking the Spirit's art halfway through.

It was Bianca who panicked.

Intense nature, where even the air you inhale chokes back to greenery.

There were no landmark buildings, no well-maintained roads, and they were thrown out in a dim space with no direction.

Worms crawl around, and there are signs of beasts running in the shadows of the grass.

She also forgot the fortitude she usually cares about as an empress, holding the girl's hand as she sits next to her. There are even tears seeping through the ice blue eyes looking around.

Speaking of the other girl, on the other hand, after a single surprise, I was calm.

And when his ears were cleared, and he ran his gaze through the trees of the woods, he opened his mouth.

"- Dear Bianca. It's okay. It looks like it's here, the lake, close. Keep going, east, head, lake, there is. Wooden Spirit? That's what I'm saying."

Bianca opened her eyes to surprise.

"Well......! You say you can hear the Spirit!?

"Oh, because..."

Girls don't say it's natural, but it's an anomaly.

Earlier, for some reason, it also sounded like Bianca, because normally, a person who is not a high-ranking mentor hears the voice of the Spirit, etc., is impossible.

"After all, you are the love of the Spirit..."

Leo tilted his neck without even hiding his suspicious expression, as Bianca groaned in a dismal manner.

(No, no, I think what I hear too is because Master Bianca is holding hands)

From earlier on, only when you touch Bianca's body can you hear a voice that you don't quite understand, as if her abilities propagated.

Think of it, even in previous classes, Bianca was about to invoke the Spirit of Light, and I guess he's just the owner of a tremendous spiritual power, just because he doesn't realize it.

Apparently when I was panicking or anxious, my voice felt distant, so I probably wouldn't hear it if my mind wasn't ready, or something like that.

(What is it, when you called the Spirit of Light before, you gave up on it on the way, or your concentration was interrupted, so you ended up halfway there)

Speaking of which, I also feel like Bianca was staring at herself from the middle of nowhere.

He must have been emotionally unstable because his expression was still tense after that, or he was suddenly crying. It is a waste, though the Spirit of Light may have also manifested itself if it remained so.

It was an unexpected Leo who had disturbed Bianca's heart with his sacrament, which was too beautiful.

"The spiritual beloved is Dear Bianca. Dear Bianca, if you calm your mind, you will definitely hear it. Even the Spirit of Light may appear"

That's why Leo tried to tell the truth as it was, but somehow the Empress just slipped her gaze so hard that she said, "That should be..." He's very disturbed.

Bianca's condition was distracting, but it's not Leo who can overlook the current looming source of gold.

I told the Empress to return to the meadow and only Leo bravely tried to head to the lake, but then they stopped it from Bianca of the day. Apparently, she wants to head to the lake with me.

Otherwise, Leo decided to ask Bianca to join him in this search for water.

Now, they were two people who held hands together so they could not get out of the way and walked out east, but here Bianca was hit by one disaster after another.

Anyway, Bianca is a princess among princesses. Never walked in the nature of stripping without offering.

If I walked a step, the mud would take my legs off and I would fall, and if I stood up, I would hurt my skin with the branches that popped out, and if I hurried back, I would scream at the insects that approached me.

Even if you use magic to escape difficulties, apparently this place close to the lake is so natural - that is, the power of the Spirit is strong, and you can only cause about a seedfire with the intention of expressing the fireworks.

Bianca had turned into a complete foot clump.

Speaking of Leo, on the other hand, he is a fierce warrior who can run through even unpaved horse manure overflowing mud, rubbing through countless flying sleigh hands, and instantly calculate the resale price of flying bugs.

At last, he was not in any way shocked in that regard, because magic was so unusable that he was no different from being a wooden idol in a magical sense, whether it was in an environment where magic could be used or not.

As a result, Bianca, who dirty and drops his shoulders, and Leo, who passes through it intact, could be constructed.

"I'm sorry, Leonora. I can't do anything..."

Now Bianca leans down and apologizes again, holding her hand together and walking behind her.

Leo returned the same words as "never mind" and lowered his brow.

In fact, it's lucky for Leo to have been thrown so close to the lake.

Besides, if you hold hands with Bianca, you can hear the Spirit.

Although it is true that walking through a woman was quite a bone breaking environment, it is in such a state that if you look over it, you will get a change. When they apologized so much, it was just painful.

When Leo stopped perfectly, he took Bianca's hands and told her with all his heart.

"Dear Bianca, no, don't apologize. To the lake, on my way, that's what I decided. And I, Master Bianca, am with you, thank you. So, no more apologies."

"Leonora......"

Bianca finally had tears in her eyes.

Now the two of them are feathers walking in places we don't know about because Bianca accidentally broke the spirit's hanging technique.

The girl was about to be taken away, because, if it's the original, Bianca and the others bought the wrath of the Spirit.

Nonetheless, he talks like a responsibility to himself, and, ahem, he tells me that he will feel safe with me about Bianca, who is just annoying me, etc.

This, the breadth of nostalgia, and the depth of charity.

Precisely she is the beloved son of the Spirit, making her an abnegation Virgin.

to Bianca stuffing words down her throat, as the girl panicked a little,

"Hey! Cheer up, let it out, please!

and overlap words.

To that appearance, Bianca shoved and killed every emotion, forcing her to lift the edge of her mouth, "Okay," she nodded.

(All right, Lady Bianca's tears, pulled in!

The woman's tears are leasal wepons. It is a dark vessel proud of its horrible power, which deprives a man of his will merely to show himself properly.

With Bianca taking it down, Leo stroked his chest down with relief.

(Ya, nevertheless, what a blessed forest!

As I calm down, I'll look around again.

Careless before the noble money maker, but in fact, from earlier on, Leo couldn't help but get tense about something else.

(The grass that grows there, the one that can be sold as a higher medicinal herb, right? So, the tree that grows around here is the one that can remove the sweet liquid if the bark is peeled off. The colours are good, so I'm sure the quality will be high. I wonder how much it will sell if I knit it it in this crawl. Those leaves are beautiful, and if you wholesale them to the restaurant for decoration, they're going to be expensive. Whoa, that's Tsubaki blooming over there! Nice fruit! Oh, you can squeeze good oil!

That's right.

Forests that increase their vitality under the protection of the Spirit were a trade fair for fine plants and natural foods.

As Leo's personal guide, thieves are sinful, but catfish is acceptable.

It is wholly wholesome for you to divide grace in a forest that is not the property of someone to the extent that it does not fall into random possession.

In other words, the place where Leo and the others are now standing was a place like Peach Origin, where fine natural foods and all-you-can-take onions are all-you-can-eat.

(Thanks Spirit! Thanks Nature!)

There is something unfortunate about Leo in terms of planning, but he has a reputation for flexibility and adaptability.

Especially with the idea of linking all things to money-making, we don't allow others to follow.

The skill "sausage", which was utterly futile as an aristocratic warrant lady, now gained a place of activity and was alive and shining.

That is why he took frequent breaks under the pretext that Bianca was making it difficult to walk, and Leo decided on a natural grace buffet, rather in trance.

In terms of ease of collection and transport, the most handy is the herb.

Pomegranate, take it boldly and carefully with bare hands, and place it in a simple cage knitted with a pair of tweezers.

Instead of cushioning it secured dozens of shaped leaves, tsubaki flowers and fruit at last.

I also wanted to collect sap, but I don't have tools for this one, so I give up.

Furthermore, I found a giant hive at a time when my little stomach was getting hungry, so I had Bianca start a fire to get rid of the bee with that smoke, and thankfully I got the honey.

"Ranking of people who want to take them to a deserted island" For the third consecutive year, the number one seat (Hannah Orphanage Survey) is not Dada. With Leo, everything in this world is a commodity worth redeeming, and most of the difficulties are children of the river.

That's why, at the end of a stretch of labor, Leo's eyes glowed with a satisfying light, like the craftsman who created the masterpiece or the revolutionary who accomplished the feat.

It's abundant.

Really great.

"Dear Bianca. This is medicinal herb. Thus, it works well on rubbing, applying, cutting"

Leo was in a good mood to split some of the herbs into Bianca.

Leo would leave this degree of scratch and all, but the other person is a woman, and a precious Jen, like a walking translator, who lets Leo hear the Spirit's words. I thought I should thank you enough.

There were various arrays at the time that thanksgiving was the grass growing around it, but the folding of the main points was extremely rough Leo.

"Leonora......"

Meanwhile, Bianca, resting on her painful feet and squatting (quail) through the ground all along, was struck by the kindness of the girl.

From earlier on, the girl moves around on behalf of Bianca, who is unable to do anything, and when she comes to fetch herbs, beautiful tsubaki, and honey, she shows them and comforts them.

From time to time I take my hands gently,

"It's okay, isn't it?

And even take a peek at how it went.

No way is that, "Take this much, it's not random, is it? Spirit, you're not mad, are you?" I didn't think she was just checking through the translator (Bianca), she was filling her breasts with the girl's compassion.

Look, the girl's hands are more scratched.

White, smooth hands were all over the mud to the nails, and because of the herbs with sharp leaves, they ran countless red lines.

You scratched it when you knitted the cage in the crawl, and it's painfully dripping down to the blood on its back.

Bianca frowned,

"You're not so scratchy."

and groaned.

But the girl, tilting her neck properly,

"Huh? About this time, I'm fine. I'm used to it."

And it looks nasty.

Remembering the question in the words, Bianca asked unexpectedly.

"I'm used to it... Why does Leonora know so much about herbs and how to spend time in the woods?

"Huh?"

The girl blinked her eyes just saying she had been asked unexpected things, then smiled a little bit badly.

"The herb, well, I was coming to get it."

"Huh...?

Bianca's heart makes an unpleasant noise at the unsettling remark.

If the words were so isolated from people that they couldn't speak fluently, they couldn't have picked herbs and sold them.

Which means that it should be "for me," that I'm here to pick up the herb, which means that it's...

The girl whispered to back Bianca's ghoulish imagination.

"No, they said, but I couldn't stand it. Sneaking out, getting out, medicinal herbs, food, picking. No matter how much, it wasn't enough."

Leo's urge to make money wasn't as enduring as it was noted, and he wasn't satisfied with how much he sold.

"When they found me, they got mad, and I needed extra herbs, food,"

Having broken the word, Leo was sometimes reduced by Hannah's pennies and often found himself in a situation where he had to earn even more.

But also, Hannah realized, "There's no punishment for letting this guy make money," and it's completely gone.

It is a triumph of unblemished monetary greed.

"Leonora......!

But Bianca, not knowing that, had interpreted the girl as having been stuck so hard that she couldn't give up the pain, left without even being given medication, and furthermore received a further fold for getting out of jail, and had faded into shock.

The girl said it was such a spectacular past, she narrowed her eyes to nostalgia,

"Flowers in spring, weeds in summer, fruits in autumn...... The woods always gave me, like, a lot of things. I, really, appreciate it, I do. Nature, always, gives and warms. Really, it's great."

Isn't that what you're saying?

(No, really. There is, nature. Don't complain one thing if they take it or not, they'll give you a nostalgia)

Of course, Leo, who was only thinking about that extent, was just heartily hand-in-hand with "thank you, thank you," swallowing.

Before the penetrating monetary lust, even majestic nature is the only opponent to be tacky.

But Bianca remembered how shocked she was to shudder at the appearance of a girl who gently narrowed her eyes to the trees in the woods.

(This kid...! From any harsh situation, you find a glimmer of hope and live with gratitude for it......!

What a honorable, unclean heart.

Her soul is completely different from Bianca and others who have grown up spoiled as an empress.

It is a supreme thing, forged and polished by so many difficulties.

"Leonora......"

Bianca broke the hem of her own shirt and wrapped herbs around the girl's scratchy hands, still in a boiling urge as she pulled her mouth together.

This hand is the girl herself.

It creates many graces, scratched, muddy and yet without compromising its original beauty.

Bianca was once jealous of it. Compared to myself, I was also in a hurry.

But now, she had abandoned all such negative emotions.

Because the trials a girl has undergone and her own, it's too different.

Because Bianca just has to drool over this overwhelming ordeal and the height of the girl who's been through it.

- I swear.

"Huh?"

So at least, Bianca took an oath.

I glanced straight into the purple eyes of the girl who was tilting her neck properly and told her clearly to carve it into its clear glow.

"To you, I swear. Though I am no match for thee... but in a way which I can only do, I will surely let this soul be brushed. As your friend, as your sister, don't be ashamed......!

I must have been arrogant.

Somewhere in my heart I wanted to beat this girl, saying I wanted to be worthy of her.

I always wanted to be better than this girl - just because I'm older, because I'm an empress.

But the difference between the two is not of that dimension.

No matter how much Bianca scratches her feet, she is no match for the tremendous trials and difficulties she has been subjected to.

And admitting it, strangely enough, Bianca's mind could afford it.

I can't get over it, let it go.

But at least, don't be embarrassed. Tighten your chest so that you can stand next to it.

I can make the biggest, hardest effort for myself.

"I swear -!"

The moment he mouthed it again, Bianca felt a more refreshing breeze blowing across her own mind.

It blew away what she was depressing in this forest, whether it was self-loathing or frightening, leaving only a thorough readiness, like a moaned lake surface.

It is then.

- Oh, how beautiful.

Out of nowhere, the voice of a noble woman, echoed.