In the vast white plains, it is difficult to see even the traces of animals, not to mention people.

The little witch saw a village from a distance, and when she got closer, she found that the roof of the wooden house had been crushed by snow, and the dilapidated village had long since been devoid of residents.

A cold wind blew, and the little witch felt cold, and tapped her fingers lightly, and the warm heat gently wrapped her, dispelling the cold in the snow.

She continued to fly north, and saw the bodies frozen to death buried under the thick snow, and saw the marks that appeared from time to time along the way.

The marked object is clothing, or a backpack, or a broken snowmobile, or a human corpse......

The markers are painted with red crosses, and the names of villages or people are sometimes engraved underneath them.

These are road signs that have been built with life.

The little witch stopped at one of the markers—the name was only halfway written, the hand holding the knife dangling along the plank with her head.

When there are only red crosses along the way as markers.

Is it hope or despair......

Fly further north.

There are no more markers.

No one has ever been here, only the vast expanse of snow and the deep night sky.

The little witch uses her magic to melt a small area of snow, and under the thick snow is not the earth, but the hard ice. Cutting through the ice, there is bottomless water.

This is no longer land.

The little witch returned, with an indescribable mood, as if something was blocked in her heart, heavy, and out of breath.

If you don't follow the marked path when you don't come, you can still see new markers and abandoned villages on the way back.

It wasn't until she could see the faint green outside the snowfield from a distance that the little witch finally saw a different mark.

The markings are also bright red, after all, there is no other paint in the snow field except red.

A red circle is drawn on the wooden plaque, and there is a line of small characters carved with a knife underneath.

[saved.] ]

The little witch stretched out her hand and touched the wooden card, feeling sincerely relieved.

She flew out of the snowy fields in the distance.

It was a town, with simple wooden houses and vast expanses of farmland outside the town. The town is backed by cold snow, and it's not even as reassuring as the town in the knight's hometown.

The people in the fields, dressed in warm clothes with patches, stopped their farm work and beckoned to her.

"Are you also here to help our mage?"

The little witch shook her head, and then flew away from town.

She saw the kingdom's watchtower, and she saw the camp built on the edge of the farmland.

Under the watchtower, the two sides are fighting, full of blood.

The little witch walked around there, her mind in turmoil.

She was afraid to see the scene of the battle on the battlefield, and even more afraid to see the knight fall on the battlefield.

She vaguely understood why, when she was an apprentice magician, she had been taught by her teacher not to go out of the forest and sit on a flying broomstick in a daze.

The magic on the broom carried her back to the forest, to the hut among the thorns.

In the cabin, the witch teacher who had been waiting for a long time was quietly drinking tea, looking at the lost little witch with a gentle expression.

"I was wrong...... "The little witch said.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have broken my promise and run out of thorns."

"Nope."

"Huh?"

"You made a mistake in not helping him defeat the enemies who invaded the kingdom."

"But ......"

That's a bunch of people who have no way back.

"The snowy fields of the north were also the territory of the kingdom." The witch whispered, "Even if it's not, what kind of righteous reason is there for the invasion?" ”

“……”

The little witch raised her head, speechless.

……

……

"So, what is right and wrong......

At this moment, more than ten years after the girl came to the forest, the witch asked again.

But this time, it wasn't the girl who asked, but herself.