The journey from Karl to Hunyadi Castle was difficult, and it was even more difficult to get back.

With Anya on horseback and a weakened Cesare behind her, the two rode back the way they had come, and as they passed through the foggy village again, Cesare saw several familiar little heads in a blurred ghostly vision.

It was a few child laborers who had survived the circus, and the four of them seemed to have found a lumberyard job in Foggy Village, and the four of them worked together to carry a thick piece of wood, just as they had removed a magic prop from a horse-drawn carriage.

Seeing Anya and Cesare riding past the town, the little mutes stood on the side of the road and waved, unable to speak, but happy to see that the familiar people were still alive.

Anya also seemed to say hello to them, but Cesare was too weak to hear anything but tinnitus.

The horse they were riding on had been Ilona's mount, and when the silver-haired girl left the horse behind and left without saying a word, Cesare could only feel it......

She was very sad, but before she could say anything more, Ilona had already staggered away, not knowing when she would see her again.

Looking back on this journey, I was embarrassed when I came in a hurry, from venturing into the forest to save my sister Closia, to now just wanting to return to my sister and returning the same way, I can't tell if everything is worth it.

But maybe life is like this, muddy and nightmarish, and always unpeaceful.

Although Cesare was no longer plagued by mycelial infections for the time being, his recovery was extremely slow, and the numbness and weakness of his limbs did not improve for a long time, let alone riding a horse, and even basic standing was very problematic.

He could only sit behind Anya, pulling Anya's waist weakly when he was awake, and when he was confused, he could only stick to Anya's back because of difficulty breathing, feeling the girl's fragrance and comfortable body temperature.

The jolt on the horse's back kept Cesare's teeth snapping, and his whole body shook several times before he nearly fell off.

Consciousness is groggy and sometimes awake and sometimes uncontrollably asleep, twenty-four hours a day but not a full hour to stay awake, vaguely as if the day passes quickly.

One second the sun shone on his face, and the next he seemed to see the moon.

Cesare no longer haunted by the nightmares and hallucinations, and even if he recovered slowly, Cesare could feel his body gradually getting better, and the mycelium gave up the idea of fighting for his body for the time being.

It was temporary, but it was enough to give Cesare a little respite.

The two of them were exhausted along the way, barely communicating, and Cesare had little sober time to communicate with Anya.

Anya always smiled sweetly when he woke up from his stupor, but Cesare knew that the girl's body was not much lighter than his own, but she was only holding on......

Anya's severed finger was no longer bleeding and had formed a maroon scab, and the other large and small injuries on her body became more obvious in the sun, and the scabbed red marks made Cesare dare not look directly.

The whole body is injured, where is the appearance of a noble lady.

The loss of two fingers may seem like a lot luckier than other disabilities, but Anya has clearly not adapted to the changes in her body.

Her left hand holding the reins was always difficult to grasp, and the horses were steered to the left and right, making it difficult to avoid the ravines in time when running on the road.

The bumps became more severe as a result.

It was impossible to keep the road on the road for a long time, and at night or when Anya was tired and collapsed, she had to tie the horse to rest and find some food to let the horse relax its muscles.

The dry food he had brought with him was almost eaten, and Cesare was still weak and could only fall in place, watching Anya lean over and put it in his ear, talking playfully. "I'll be back soon." Then he trotted all the way into the forest.

When she returned, she found fresh fruit and filled the kettle with cool spring water.

When another day passed, watching Anya build the shelter and light the bonfire little by little, it was obviously a familiar thing to her, but due to the mutilated fingers, she was always full of mistakes, and even some wood that was not heavy could not be held steadily.

Not kidding, Cesare can't guarantee that he will have Anya's mentality.

She can laugh out loud at such moments, as if it were a fun adventure for her body to become clumsy, and she doesn't care about the impact on the rest of her life.

Cesare just had to sit back and enjoy it, but he couldn't tell how uncomfortable he was, and he could only be angry that his body couldn't move from the moment the mycelium was released, and he couldn't do anything to help.

If it weren't for Anya, he would never have survived this journey, from the very beginning, he only thought that Anya was an inexplicable crazy girl, and now he owes this crazy girl too much.

Thinking about it, Cesare couldn't help but pull his dry throat when Anya walked towards him, and said ashamedly, "I'm sorry Anya...... I don't know how to say more."

Cesare realized for the first time that he was a stupid man, and Cesare thought that if he had been more resolute in his initial attitude and did not let Anya follow him into the carriage, he would not have let the cute girl suffer so much.

But he also knew that there were not so many ifs in the world, that things had already happened, and that Cesare knew that Anya would not leave him because of a few words of nonsense, and never experience these things again.

Anya is so kind at heart, much kinder than Cesare himself......

His conscience was uneasy, and his slightly open mouth didn't know what to continue to say to Anya. Anya, on the other hand, grinned, bent down and stuffed a bright red apple into Cesare's mouth, and her lips and teeth, who had been hungry for a long time, subconsciously bit down the moment she felt the food.

The flesh is tender and juicy, crispy and sweet.

My throat was smoking, and I was suddenly soaked with fruit juice, and my taste buds, which had not been satisfied for a long time, felt a wonderful taste, which eased my mood a lot.

Anya patted Cesare lightly on the top of his head, as if she were treating a child gently.

"Don't rejoice too soon, it's your turn to take care of me when you're better."

There was no resentment in the sentence that seemed to be complaining, more like comforting Cesare and making his self-blame feel better.

Cesare didn't know what else to respond to except nod silently, as if he was infected by the girl's innocent smile, and he couldn't help but smile.

But the deep exhaustion came back to the brain, the muscles of the whole body became more relaxed and weak, the eyelids became heavy and difficult to keep open, and I lost consciousness little by little...... The concept of time is lost, the sun sets in a coma, and the moon rises high in the stars again.

When I opened my eyes again vaguely, I heard the howl of the wolves, and the surroundings were already dark, and the burning bonfire reflected a few black shadows in the woods, and the skin and bones showed their fangs, and their eyes flashed red with hunger.

The sound of his heart beating echoed in his ears, and he felt that he and Anya were trapped in the midst of wolves, and Anya was guarding him at this time, holding a torch to drive away the creatures in the dark.

The girl stood tall and tried to make herself tall in the eyes of the wolf, rather than food that could be easily bitten.

More and more wolf howls sounded around him, but knowing that danger was coming, Cesare's brain was only half-asleep, but his body did not wake up, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

The eyes opened a slit, but the body could not turn the head or raise the arms, the breathing became rapid, the heart beat faster, no movement could be achieved, the muscles were tense but uncontrollable.

His throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make any sound.

Suddenly, a wolf sprang out of the bushes and pounced on Cesare, who noticed it but couldn't dodge, and a sharp pain came from his arm.

The fangs stabbed into Cesare's forearm, and then dragged Cesare's body backwards, trying to drag him from the campfire into the darkness of the forest.

In a trance, I heard Anya shouting.

"Hey! Bad dog! That thing isn't for you to eat! ”

Anya seemed to be referring to herself, but Cesare couldn't care so much, and at the last moment of consciousness, he saw a wolf with a black mane open its mouth towards his face and bite down.

Then the groggy consciousness disappeared into the darkness, and what happened next was unknown.