"Finally, I cornered him. You guys, Bobcat, run, fast."

One of the men who appeared out of the woods said so freshly with a missing voice of emotion.

It is an unbridled people of the east, wrapped in a travelling coat. However, although its physique was smooth, it was not thin enough to be called very lean. On the other hand, it's not like Zashma was saying, it's not like Donda-Lou is a smudged giant - my impression was that it felt close to Giza-Lou or Gazran-Lutim's physique.

Though thick and disappointing in stature, he has long limbs and looks very agile. So the back length is likely to range from 180 to 190 centimeters for everyone. Four of them appeared out of the woods dressed as half siege me and Tia with a cliff on their back.

All four of them have arrows attached to their bows, aiming perfectly at us. Then, he hung an arrow barrel on his shoulder, and from the gap in his coat, he could see a half-moon knife lowered to his waist. Neither did I have the power of a swordsman or a hunter-wearing eye to doubt that they were warriors of strength.

"The hunter by the woods, he was freaking out, he was listening. But at this hour, hunter, there shouldn't be. Your fault, your plans, your madness."

The first man to speak up again discards him with an emotionless voice. His eyes, which burned as if in the shadow of his coat, were purple as the people of the north.

"We, need, only Asta in Fa's house. Out of the way, let him die."

"Ma, wait! Why are the mountain people after me? What the hell are you doing here?

When I screamed, I narrowed my eyes so that the man, who looked like a leader, could see even the eyelids.

"... we, the mountain people, no"

"Huh? No, but what it looks like... isn't it the people of the east, no matter what you think? If you're not a mountain folk, are you a folk from another district?

"We, God, threw it away. Oriental God, we, we will not save. We, souls, save ourselves."

"Have you forsaken God? Do you mean to stop being the Son of the Four Great Gods?

The man did not answer and shot an arrow.

Tia pays for that unintentional attack on the tip of her nose with firewood.

And the firewood, arguing on the right, remained in the same momentum.

An arrow released by another man is also dropped to the ground with it.

Two men quickly grabbed the new arrow, while the remaining two arrows remained aimed at Tia.

"This distance, two arrows, play, it's not normal. You're a monster."

"Whatever you guys call Tia, I don't care. Tia protects Asta in the name of life."

Even in this situation, Tia's voice remained calm.

Its body, which is more than one head smaller than mine, seems to be wrapped in a red struggle.

"Tia...... you, Ai-Fa, are you not? It should be Fa's parents, his name, Ai-Fa."

The words stunned me again.

Regardless of my name, Ai-Fa's name should not have spread to Shirai.

Tia didn't look disturbed, she just replied "no".

"Right. Well, I don't care. Just kill him, interrupter."

A man whistled briefly about twice, hissing, hissing.

Correspondingly, two more bandits emerge from the woods. And the bow and arrow were firmly covered in his hand.

A man of the chief orders something in the eastern language.

At the next moment, two men came shooting arrows at the same time again.

When Tia intercepts it, just another two releases an arrow. If that's no good, the next two. Next, the first two shooters, and they've been working like machines, arrows up to keep them up.

I guess everyone doesn't release arrows at the same time to seal Tier's proximity. Tia couldn't move from by me while she bounced all the arrows back with ease.

When more than twenty arrows fell to the ground that way, the man whistled briefly again.

"Now, arrow, I'm exhausted. You're a pain in the ass."

Then another man told him something in eastern language.

The man in the chief keeps his bow covered and replies "No".

"This girl, she's a monster. Get close, knife, they might take it away. Then it's too much, too much trouble."

Tia is not allowed to deal with steel weapons by the code of the Red People. It seemed a great fortune that these people didn't know that fact.

When the man in the chief grates his bow, he snaps the hood of his coat off his back with his hand holding the arrow.

Spilling from it is dull golden brown hair. Even though his skin was pitch-black as charcoal was painted, he clearly seemed to be mixed with the people of the North.

Both eyes are sharply cut up, nose high and lips thin. As I can tell, it's a view of the people of the east.

But its mandible is tense with disappointment, and the shape of the skull itself feels horny and disappointing. Unlike both Westerners and Orientals in my hometown, it was a unique look.

"It's us, purpose, Asta in Fa's house. Asta, give it to me, you, no reason to kill me."

"I can't give you Asta. Tia must protect Asta."

"But we, defeating, are impossible. If you turn away, you'll have to die."

"Mm-hmm. Looks like the other three are hiding right around here, and I'm guessing there are other people behind the woods. I don't even think Tia can defeat that many"

"If so -"

"But I can't give you Asta until Tia's life is exhausted. Even if you can't defeat them, make sure they run away."

The blonde purple-eyed man breathed with no expression.

And cover the bow of that hand back.

"Admitted. You, I still want you dead."

"With just six of us, you're just gonna lose your arrow no matter how much you shoot. You don't have to call the three of us in the woods?

"Then I guess you, in the woods, are going to run away. Such imitation, do not let"

The man's arrow slightly changed direction.

At the same time, chills run through my spine. The arrow was clearly aimed at my face.

"Stop. Hurting Asta won't let Tia"

Clear anger jerks at Tia's quiet voice.

The man looked at me with no shards of mercy.

"We, Asta, stay alive, catch. But it doesn't matter if you get hurt somewhat."

"Don't be stupid. Asta is so weak, isn't she? If you stab an arrow or something, it might just give you your soul back."

"We, the herbs, treat, are good. Let's call it back, soul, even if we're dying."

Then the man issues a new order in the eastern language, or he shoots an arrow at my face.

Prevent it with firewood, while Tia screams.

"Asta stays motionless from the place, stay low!

I followed that word faster than I thought.

Two arrows at a time, in turn, are fired upon. And this time, all of that seemed to be after me.

It must be harder to prevent the arrow behind me than the arrow coming at me. Tia was moving bigger than ever, clearly looking desperate.

So a man whistles sharply.

I was wondering if the attack would be stopped again - from an unawares direction, an arrow flew in.

Perhaps someone lurked in the woods and shot an arrow while he was hiding. Tia, who was sifting firewood on the other side, said, "Damn!" Along with the twitching voice, he widened his left arm wide with nothing.

To my chest, an arrow looms.

But that tip never touched me.

The arrow penetrated through the flat left hand of the tier, where the part of the axis was halfway out, and was fastened.

Tia keeps waving the firewood as she can't even give the arrow out of her palm.

Then he was ten bottles. Where he wasted which arrows, the man whistled again.

"Enough. One, hit it, enough. Arrows, Need to Waste, No"

Tia was slightly disturbed in her breathing.

Thus lifting the stabbed left hand of the arrow in front of his face, an arrow broken in two falls to the ground. I couldn't see it from my place, but I probably chewed up the axis of the arrow with my teeth.

"Tia, Tia, are you okay?

"I'm fine. But the blood doesn't know what it tastes like."

After those words, Tia threw up a chunk of blood on the ground. From the wound, you must have rinsed your own blood.

"Such imitation, it's pointless. The poison of the situle, the great bear of the muffle, to put him to sleep, can. You, soon, will be unable to move."

"Don't be ridiculous. Tia will not yield to such poison"

While stating so, Tia's body leaned about.

Tia opens her legs wide and pulls it over. The right hand holding the firewood was beginning to tremble slightly.

"You're brave. But we, a lot of arrows, lost. I'll have that price, my life, paid for."

"Then let go of that arrow more. Tia's gonna slap all the arrows and break them."

"It's not necessary. You, if you fall, release the arrow."

After stating so, the man ordered something in the eastern language.

Three of the six grated their bows and pulled out a half-moon knife. Everyone is operating as inorganic as a robot.

"Last force, squeeze, jump? In that case, Asta, aim with an arrow"

Tia fell to her knees.

I said, "Tia!," he screams, taking it to its little back.

Tia leaned her neck just a little and smiled softly at me.

"I'm sorry. Tia's life is like this far. But I'm sure Ai-Fa will save Asta."

"No, Tia! I guess I'm going home to my family!?

"Tia could use her life for Asta, so she can surely return her soul to the Great God.... Thanks to Asta and the others for keeping Tia by my side until today.... also to Ai-Fa and the chiefs, a word of thanks..."

Tia's body, losing all its power, came to my chest.

As soon as I hear a man utter the eastern word, I cuddle with Tia's body covered.

"Stop it! Don't get your hands on Tia! If you kill Tia, you will turn the Great God against your enemies!

"... we, the Four Gods, have forsaken ourselves"

"Not the four great gods! It's Ameshorn, the great god of his father! Tia is the people of Ameshorn, the great god!

The man glanced at his lengths in a slight manner, with no expression.

"Such a person, by the woods, can't be there. Son of the Great God, Sanctuary, I will not leave you."

"You know about the sanctuary!? This mountain of Morga is a sanctuary! Tia is the red folk of Morga Mountain!

A man in the chief bowed down and looked back at the woods behind him.

"Asta, this is what I'm saying. Is this story true?

"Hmm...... the legacy remains that the mountains of Morga are inhabited by red wild beasts. I didn't know it was the people of Ameshorn, the Great God."

From the woods, a voice sounds containing a poisonous laugh.

With Tia's body cuddled, I was supposed to freeze in amazement.

The voice sounded - somewhere, sounded familiar.

"Well, we can't discern the veracity of that word on such an occasion. If the Great God's curse is horrible, then his daughter can just throw it away. All we need is Asta in Fa's house."

"Thy word, let us obey. The daughter, half a day, waking up, nothing."

"So you decide to leave this abominable forest with Asta? When the hunters come back from the woods, it's a pain in the ass."

One man stepped on the woods bush and came out onto the rocks.

One smaller around than the mountain people, but still big enough, a magnificent man - whose face, covered with hairless hair and beardless beard, had the most evil grin in the world.

"This is where the nobles of Genos stand to see if they will obey our word. But once I gave up my life... laughing high at best and seeing my destiny ahead"

"Uhm. We have no remorse"

The man, wrapped in a traveling coat, approached me and Tia without fear: only three of the six mountain people, including the chief, follow it.

The man, with his pale eyes of color, has looked down on us.

In its eyes is a vortex of hatred and joy.

Only the man was a people of the west.

Both the sparkling hair and the mustache creeping all over his face have a pale chestnut color, and his skin is yellowbrown, which burns on the day. Underneath his coat, he wore a leather chest, hands, etc., and it was a straight long sword that was lowered from his waist.

"You're hissing, it's Asta from Fa's house. We'll take care of you. See Genos in the flames of doom with his eyes."

"You... you, no way..."

"What, you forgot to see my face? Well, I only look at you once."

The man lifted his long forehead as he twisted his mouth.

An evil face, that's how revealing it is.

And on its forehead - a horizontal, one-letter wound once broken by the red-bearded gollum - was carved into a disastrous carving.

"Silhouel... you must have returned your soul!

"But it didn't. By abandoning the abominable God, we were able to survive."

In the great earthquake of the White Moon, it was heard that he had been buried alive and returned his soul, the great sinner - Silhouel, the real brother of Cycleus and former leader of the Guardian Militia - laughed in a demonic shape.