She sincerely hopes that one day she can be like her companions, quietly killing people. However, she couldn't get rid of one thought in her mind: maybe this grass wall was a warning? She remembered the story her grandmother had told about some magical creatures roaming the world. A child's fairy tale, she comforted herself.

An eerie, unfamiliar voice suddenly streaked across the woodland. It wasn't the screams of the octagonal, but the cracking sound of a heavy stone being smashed into the ground.

Whatever it was, it was enough for Edo and Nicole to retreat. The two of them ran back as if they were dying, their faces bloodless and their eyes wide open. Then she saw what had left her companion on the run.

A flower, a small ivory chrysanthemum, danced at the top of the grass wall. It looks quite fantastic. However, Reesberg noticed that the flower was approaching.

The grass parted on either side, and a moss-covered stone colossus emerged. It has a stubborn body, a burly body, and walks with a rhythm.

It took a moment for Reesbe to make sense of what was happening before her, and she heard a calm voice calling out to the Colossus.

"Xiaoju! Be careful. Tap! ”

Reesberg grabbed the bag with the horns in it and ran after Nicole and Edor, trying to remember the way back to camp. A new wall of grass grew at the foot of each tree.

Something scrept through the grass, stirring up the leaves, and giggled as Reesber spun helplessly in place. She was alone, trapped in a strange forest. At the same time, bushes of grass are constantly emerging behind the ghostly trees.

Reesberg found herself encircled, like a flock of sheep herded by her grandmother. Knowing that there was a trap ahead, she straightened up and followed the grass.

Aion watched as the young hunter emerged from the labyrinth of blades of grass and slowly approached the carcass of the octagonal. The poor guy looked completely frightened.

She must have never seen a person like him—or anything. He wanted to act like a gentleman, but humans always reacted differently. It's not at all, for example, the same as the sound of the Luck cat's call.

"Please, don't be afraid. Unless that's your natural state. If that's the case, you should get out of the way. I'll wait. I really don't mind. ”

Aion wasn't going to scare anyone away. But no one can guarantee how others feel. "Let's do it." Reesberg said. Her voice trembled, and her eyes winced. "I broke into where I wasn't supposed to be, I know. I'm in your hands now. Hurry up. ”

"Quick?" Aion shrugged. "Of course. What I didn't expect just now was that you had a better place to go. Well, great. ”

The girl closed her eyes and craned her neck to show her throat. Her hand reached behind her back and felt the scabbard, then tightened her grip on the dagger. If he dares to come, there will be a good show to watch.

"But I just want to know why." Ion's voice was full of joy. His twig-like fingers reached for the carcass of the octagonal. His arms stretched beyond their limits, gently caressing its bloodstained fur.

Reesberg drew her dagger and immediately felt a tingling pain in her ankle. A chill rushed up her legs. She lowered her head and saw the culprit: a stone scale python. The most venomous snake in the Forest of Alder.

Out of her anger and instinct, she jerked at the little snake.

"Don't!" Aion shouted.

Vine-like roots burst out of the earth, wrapped around her arms, and stopped her. The tendrils wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and knees. She struggled desperately, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground.

"I'm dying!" She cried. The cold feeling of Venom had crossed her knees.

The little snake slid to Ion's feet, crossed his legs, and went up until it burrowed into his armpits, and then poked out from the back of his head, and wrapped itself around a branch, spitting into Ion's ear.

"Sizzle, sizzle, mistaken." The little snake said to Ion. "Sizzle scare me to death."

"Help me, please." Reesberg said.

Aion thought for a moment.

"That's right!" His sweet eyes blinked a few times and an idea came to mind. "There's something that loves the octagonal. Especially the dead.

"Also, please forgive Cyrus. He was just born and didn't know how to control his venom yet. I'm afraid it's all up to you. He wants me to tell you that he's sorry. You scared him just now, and he reacted completely instinctively. Now, look. Aion said.

The Treant knelt down in front of the carcass of the octagonal, closed his eyes and hummed. His voice was extremely low, as if it came from the depths of the earth.

He plunged his hands into the dirt and opened his palms. A green glow poured out of the rune-engraved forehead, pouring dirt along the arm.

Strange purple mushrooms jumped out of the corpse. At first it was small, but then it was covered with the body of the octagonal antelope, which also began to decay. Soon, all that was left of the meadow was fur, bones, and a large cluster of bright purple mushrooms.

"Ah, the stinging anointment." Ion sighed and carefully plucked one. "Always so punctual."

The vine that wrapped around Reesberg loosened. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her hands clutching her chest. The cold venom of the stone scale python has spread to the heart.

"Ate this." Aion handed her the purple mushroom. "It doesn't taste as good as sunlight or lizard dew, but it's no worse than a wave-jumping apple."

Reesbé had no idea what this quirky tree man was talking about, but she didn't have many options at the moment. A long voice came to her head - it was grandma. Trust in nature. The Emerald God will not lead you astray.

She snatched the mushroom from Ion's hand. It tastes like bitter tea, and it tastes like a plant's root guard. This Last Supper is not decent. However, the chill that gripped her heart faded as soon as it was loosened. It was only a few minutes before her legs were moving again.

When she was almost recovered, Aion got some sap, a handful of strange leaves, dug a spring with her toes, and took a handful of water. A peregrine falcon flew by and threw a bird's nest into his hands. Aion put the materials together and handed them to her.

"You are, Ion, aren't you?"

Aion shrugged his shoulders, seemingly ignorant of nothing. "Do you know what we're going to do?" He asked, looking at the bones of the octagonal. "Moss will decorate this place beautifully."

As he spoke, a thick layer of moss covered the bones. Coupled with the swarms of mushrooms, the bloody scene has been transformed into a beautiful landscape.

"Sheldon would be happy to see how beautiful his bones would be. The badger will hide under his ribs from the autumn storms.

Nothing will be wasted. Ion looked at Reesbe. It may seem meaningless, but it's actually significant. If he hadn't been killed, you wouldn't have lived. ”

"We want its horns." Reesber stared at her boots in shame. "The rich are very sought after, and they are willing to pay a lot of money."

"I remember the money. Not a good motive. ”

"I know we shouldn't have killed it. My grandmother once told me that if you have to kill, you have to be respectful of wild beasts. ”

"I'd love to get to know your grandma." Aion said.

"She's already in the ground."

"Come from the soil, go from the soil, very noble."

"I'm sorry." After a long silence, Reesberg said.

"All life is precious." The tenderness, warmth, and forgiveness in Ion's voice brought tears to Risberg's eyes. Aion touched her head, "I probably won't be able to handle this better." There are so many things I have to remember about human beings, and there are so many things that I have forgotten and need to learn again. ”

Aion picked up Reesbe.

"I'm leaving. I have promised the tadpoles in the southern pond to witness the election ceremony of the water lily king. It's very competitive. ”

After a while, Reesberg emerged from the bushes by the river. She took a gulp of the river water, then dug a pit in the bank and carefully put the horns of the octagonal antelope into it.

She grabbed a handful of dirt and silently recited the prayer her grandmother had taught her. She repeated the ritual until all the horns were buried. With remorse, she bowed deeply to the small tomb before leaving.

In the deepest part of the Alder Forest, everything is in view of Ion. He smiled. The octagonal herd would be proud.