Unicorn.

When Gawain saw the silver light, he was almost stunned in mid-air.

It was as pure as the moonlight, and it was incomprehensible.

It's not bright, but it's not dull either.

Sacred.

Gawain suddenly understood the meaning of the word.

As if it were walking, it came slowly to this forest, but it didn't know that in the shadows not far away, seven or eight giant eight-eyed spiders were running towards it in a panic.

“Expulso！”

With a flick of his wand, Gawain sped to catch up.

But with his keen perception, he had already come to a conclusion. - Too late.

It's not something he can change with all his might.

"But at least... Maybe it's just in time. ”

Stepping on an extraordinarily thick branch, Gawain jumped up and plunged into the dense foliage of the old tree.

But when he got to the other side, what he saw was that the unicorn was briskly pulling the unicorn out of an eight-eyed giant spider, the spiral-shaped unicorn, even if it had just pierced a spider, but it did not even have a single trace of dirty blood, and when Gawain landed, the unicorn did not even need to look back, and kicked its hind legs in the face of the last eight-eyed giant spider standing.

"Hmm... Good evening?"

Gawain felt a little embarrassed and said hello.

It was only now that he finally understood why the Ministry of Magic had to classify unicorns as "✕✕✕✕ creatures".

"Although they are not willing to actively harm humans, nature has endowed them with an amazing physique. If they want to, they can even defeat an elephant effortlessly. ”

The unicorn stood there silently, looking sideways at Gawain for a moment, a moment.

"Hello, my name is Gawain. ”

Gawain shook his shoulders, allowing the fallen Fox to land more securely.

The unicorn took a few steps forward and bowed his head slightly.

Gawain wanted to touch it, but was deftly dodged.

It snorted and shook its head.

It's like disgust...

"It's not like, it's disgusting!"

Gawain was sure that whenever Colin drank too much, Elsa always looked at him like this with her shoulders crossed.

The unicorn suddenly moved, running towards the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest, but stopped not far away.

"Are you trying to get me to follow?"

Guessing, Gawain kept up with the unicorn.

But he wasn't stupid enough to fully trust a strange creature, and as he walked, he took out an open box of Bibi Beans from his pocket and scattered one on the ground every few moments.

Abyss is especially fond of this kind of candy, and unlike a fool like Gawain, who can't even tell the difference between white and fresh, it always has a magical way to pick out all the delicious flavors.

All the smells of "boogers" are left.

Gawain kept this box, originally wanting to wait for a day to find an opportunity to sneak into Seamo's candy to avenge the last "revenge of a nickname".

They walked through the dense forest for more than ten minutes, and Fawkes flew through the air. During this time, the unicorn will circle back from time to time, walking side by side with Gawain.

It happily eats Gawain's bread, but whenever Gawain tries to touch it, or even if it just shows intent to do so, it runs away.

The white prostitute is outrageously skilled.

They made their way south, through dense forests, past a thriving vegetable patch, and stopped at the edge of the Black Lake.

There are already people here.

It was a centaur with white-blond hair and a silver mane, just a little less handsome than the future Gawain.

Ferencze looked at the castle across the lake.

The unicorn ran over to the centaur and turned his head sideways and pushed Ferencze on the chest, as if to greet him and to be coquettish to him.

"Cecilia, good evening. ”

Ferenze reached out and touched the unicorn's head, causing it to squint in comfort.

This made Gawain look very envious.

It's not that I'm envious of being touched.

Rather, envy of this damn discrimination.

"Gauvin White, I didn't expect to see you here. Ferenze turned and looked at Gawain.

"I'm sorry about the Elders.

I don't know. ”

He lowered his head and said sincerely. This seemed to make the unicorn a little dissatisfied, and it glanced at Gawain.

"But that's not your fault. In the tribe... Are you alright?"

Gawain asked hesitantly.

Ferenze's melancholy was palpable, not even the red-haired centaur named Ronan was as obvious as he was.

"I'm guessing you've got to know Cecilia, whose people used to live farther north in the forests. Until one day, the wizard brutally destroyed it. Just as they were about to be hunted down by the wizard and take the horn, the Headmaster stopped the group and took them to Hogwarts. ”

The centaur stroked the unicorn and patted it on the back.

It paced briskly to the edge of the lake and took a sip of water.

"It's not good at all. Bane wants to shut himself off and no longer have contact with any wizards, but many agree with him, Margaret is not ready to take on the burden, and Ronan... It had always been Ronan, and the stars were far more important to him than anything else. ”

Ferenze said calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"It's just a horse man's chores. Our time, and Cecilia's time, has long since passed. But you seem to be faltering?"

Ferenze turned to the Black Lake and looked up.

"Shaken? I didn't..."

Gawain opened his mouth to answer, but the words froze.

A simple question, but it pierced his heart.

"Cecilia is sensitive. Maybe she saw something about you and just didn't think she could help you, so she brought you here. Gauvin White, the stars have poured many colors on you. ”

Ferenze looked out at the castle, his right front hoof slowly rubbing against the ground, cutting away the grass roots on the ground.

The surface of the lake is still without a trace of waves.

It's like a mirror made of obsidian.

"I just... Some are tired, and there are also... Fear. ”

Gawain shook his head.

He took a few steps forward and sat down next to Ferenze.

Learn to look out at the castle from afar.

The tall baroque towers, cast vast shadows, like beasts with teeth and claws, ready to devour all who come to them.

"I will not sympathize with you, Gauvin White.

You are a unique person, and even your pain will be unique and profound. If I presumptuously say, 'It's okay,' 'all is fine,' it will only reduce your pain to banal annoyance, and it will also devalue you. ”

Ferenze said to himself, looking up at the sky.

Following his gaze, Gawain looked.

The brilliant ribbons seemed to twinkle.

In his dreams, he had seen such starry skies countless times, but never had he truly marveled at their beauty as he did now.

"But I want to ask you, do you regret it?"

The centaur looked down at Gawain, blue eyes.

Blue is amazing.

The black lake reflected the white moonlight, and the moon was already quite round when it was about to be full. The originally calm water of the lake was suddenly stirred, and a tentacle full of suction cups reached to the surface of the water and retracted lazily.

It was a giant squid napping.

Fawkes flew onto Cecilia's back, and Cecilia lifted herself to shake him off.

The castle is majestic and mysterious, with towers and wings intertwined, and the windows are brightly lit, like the Atlas that holds up the world.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Ferenze didn't ask.

Gawain didn't answer either.

But he already had the answer in his heart.

- "How can you bear to regret such a novel magical world?"