“……Don’t collapse.”
It was a miracle.
That’s what I thought. The creatures of the forest that had been horrifically slain in the carnage of the battlefield were sprouting anew.
Broken trees regenerate.
Fallen grasses raise themselves up again, and the fragrant scent of flowers tickles the tip of my nose.
My trembling eyes looked up at the Saintess.
The woman enveloped in sacred light wore a mischievous arc on her lips.
No, on the other hand, it was pitiful.
It was a lovable smile.
“Don’t fall. Don’t despair, and don’t give up.”
From somewhere, birdsong echoes.
The grown forest casts shadows. It didn’t take long for the parched slope to transform into a secret haven just for the two of us.
Just a few seconds, or even shorter.
Before I knew it, swirls of light were dancing.
They were fireflies.
“Sometimes fate will trample you, fling you aside, insult you, and spit on you… Even so, don’t break.”
“Why, why…….”
Do I have to?
Why does…