The strange feeling came back to her, and she looked at everything in front of her, but she didn't feel that everything was unreal, what she thought was unreal...... It's yourself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The feeling made her feel uneasy and irritable, wanting to get out and grab something,

Or rather, where to go back......

Come back......

You don't belong there......

You can't escape......

Thou shalt never be revived, O sad thing......

So, where is the "return to the ground"?

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"Fertenay. Her mind was awoken ajokingly, for a man grabbed her and called out to her—staring at the forest in front of her, feeling the temperature, the smell, and the sound.

Fitney turned her head and saw Ed—he was staring at him tightly, and there was a worry in those eyes that she couldn't read.

Is this real?

It was the question she wanted to ask on her first instinct - she didn't know why she was asking it.

"Fertenay. Ed called out to her again.

"Huh?" Fitnair turned back to look at him—the pretty face took up most of the view, "what's wrong?"

"You ......," Ed frowned slightly.

It was only then that Fitney realized that it was night.

In the forest, the trees were faintly intertwined with each other, and where the vines drooped, there were creatures like fireflies with a faint glow, and those creatures would land on their resting places—except for Fitney and Eddard, the others were still wrapped in blankets and asleep.

"Ah...... What's wrong with me?" said Fitney, finally finding some key points.

"You...... It's okay. Ed hesitated for a moment, trying to look away and leave.

"You know something. Fitney grabbed the corner of his coat and said.

Ed turned his head and saw Fitnair looking at him with a somewhat peculiar gaze - she wanted to know something, knew it was something important, but subconsciously felt that it was "not important", so in the midst of this contradiction, she would ask such questions in a calm, even casual manner.

If it had been in the past, she might have seemed very irritable.

"I feel that something unreal, is calling out to me, it is going to take me...... No, I always feel like I'm it. Seeing Ed's silence, Fitney slowly lowered his head and whispered back to the feeling, "I'm obviously not it, but gradually, I feel like I'm 'it' - one day, I won't even be able to struggle, right?"

After Fitney finished speaking, he felt that no one would care about the things he said.

As if she were a child, everything she brought from the world she had brought with her would be easily despised - no one was to blame for that.

She has always been a whimsical person.

Fitney's hand slowly let go.

Sand......

"You're not 'it'. Ed grabbed her hand—a rare sight of "seriousness" on his face.

Fitnair blinked.

"But ......"

"It's enough to remember that. Ed said, "If consciousness is completely invaded, no matter what, you can't save it." ”

"Why is this happening?"

Ed paused, perhaps out of frustration, he sighed, took her in his arms, and slowly lowered his head, whispering in her ear.

Fitney was stunned for a moment, not refusing the hug, and was a little distracted after hearing what Ed said.

Huh?

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Early in the morning, when the group set off again, the forest was shrouded in a layer of mist.

Adez was at the front, and Jill followed Adez with Clarence - Clarence had woken up, but he didn't struggle. Fitney and Ed followed, and Ed, to be precise, was at the back.

"Jill. After a while, Fitney said suddenly.

Jill turned his head to look at her, motioning for her to continue.

"When did you meet Wendy?" asked Fitney.

"Very early. Jill didn't know why Fitney was asking the question, but answered truthfully.

"When was it very early?

"No, to be precise, I met her at the Nature Society after Alva took her back to Starlight. Jill thought of the girl who was dead - he didn't know much about her death, only that the events weren't so memorable, and he even felt a little sad just to think that Wendy was dead, "But ......"

"But what?" asked Fitney in passing.

"No...... It's nothing. Jill was in a trance and didn't continue.

Clarence glanced at Fitney—his eyes were not as ferocious as they were usually seen by Fitney, but had some complex meanings.

"You used to 'remember' Wendy, didn't you. "Fitney didn't end the topic.

In the past, Jill could hardly remember anyone, and those who could be remembered by him must have occupied some place in his heart.

"Hmm......" Jill thought for a moment and admitted.

"Why do you remember her? Is she special? Why do you remember someone?"

"I don't know - probably subconsciously thinking she's easier to remember. Jill thought for a moment and sighed, "Those are probably caused by some shades. ”

【Disaster】

The word popped into Fitney's mind.

"When you were a child, did your memories be so strange?"

"It's not. ”

Yes...... Looks like we've been able to determine that inference.

Memories have become very peculiar, remembering only some special people because of the shadows. In other words, it means "I don't want to come into contact with humans", and I can create such a shadow...... And the things she'd ever seen......

Fitnair didn't say anything more, she looked around, and all she could see was the misty forest.

They continued on their way, and no one spoke again.

Syllable.

Fettnay was stunned for a moment, feeling her hand being caught—and when she turned her head, she saw Ed looking at the forest with a solemn expression.

How...... Finish.

"Hey, the news is spreading so fast. Adez, who was at the forefront, sensed something, and he still didn't seem to have anything to do - as a "defense" move, just raising the staff in his hand.

"Come out. "In Fitney's place, Ed didn't look so casual, and Fitney felt the temperature around him be cold enough to freeze.

Boom!

Fitnair then saw a brilliant fire rise into the sky—and Ed pulled her behind her.

All they could see was a man behind the fleeting, fiery pillar of fire - and then the man burst out!

It was a man in a cloak, and he rushed straight at Eddard - Ed raised his hand, the metal wrapped around his arm "moved", and the twisted, flexible machinery changed its form and stopped in front of the two men before the man arrived—forming something like a cannon.

The man's reaction was astonishing, and he stretched out his fist and punched the muzzle!