Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

- The Witch Forest.

That was one of the most abominable places in this world, it was not an exaggeration.

If there is one that can be spoken in the same row, is it about the realm of the demons, the place where the demons live?

However, there is one distinct difference between there and the witch forest.

It means that... even though I hate it, most humans don't know where that forest of witches exists.

Nevertheless, at the same time, that is something that we cannot help.

In the first place, a witch forest is because it does not exist anywhere in this world.

It's not fictional, or a fantastic place.

It simply exists in a space that is just a little out of phase with this world.

Technically, certain forests and parts of them can be connected... well, you wouldn't mind telling me that they still don't exist in this world more than they usually are sealed.

All in all, it is only called the forest, where numerous grass trees have grown depressed and flourishing.

It is not uncommon for trees to be as few as a few dozen metres, and it is clear that there is no human hand in it.

Perhaps ninety-nine, if asked a hundred, would answer that it is impossible for a person to live in a place like this.

If you get more information, it's a shame.

There are also geographic reasons for topographical reasons, emotional reasons for food reasons, and so on.

Alternatively, some might give it away on the grounds that dangerous demons exist or that many of the things growing there contain poison.

Those who say they can live the other way must be adventurers or researchers.

Adventurers have no problem with the majority of the reasons, and demons rare enough to outweigh the danger are no reason to give up if they are the reason to challenge.

The majority of it is a problem for researchers, but it is still a challenge because it is overflowing with grass trees so precious that it is not a reason for them to retreat, including such things as poison.

But still, if they actually want to live here... no, no one will even shake their necks vertically, even if they want to go.

Because the earlier answer is limited to this forest only.

Surely if this was just a forest, there must have been a number of people who tried to visit with joy and courage.

But this is a forest of witches.

A forest inhabited by a true witch; therefore there could be no one to come near it.

So while walking there alone as usual, Felicia L. Valtstein looked around.

I'm not on guard.

As mentioned, there's no way people are going to visit here, and this is where it exists in the first place, just a little out of the world.

If you want to come, it's not like you can come.

"There you are."

Felicia succumbed to the occasion when she found what she intended while doing so.

Reaching out is a single flower growing at the root of that tree, just before the diagonal of where it is now.

But Felicia realized there was something.

The flower was intertwined with a single grass, and it was unlikely that only flowers could be pulled out.

"Mm... I shouldn't take my life so badly... can't I help it in this case"

When I exhale small, once I close my eyes lightly, I pull those two together.

So when I carefully untied the grass, I looked at it jizzily...... exhaled again.

"If I could use it for something, I thought, but that's just not convenient. Well, let's just say we've found what we're after."

- If I had seen the sight, I would have screamed and even lost my mind.

Shortly afterwards, the girl's luxurious arms threw unconstitutionally, because it was a very rare material that would be essential in creating a certain spirit medicine.

Do you know how much it's worth to just sell off one of those things and be able to play and live your whole life?

Well, when I say that, the majority of the grasshoppers that grow around it are just like that.

But Felicia, not knowing that, or pointless where she knew it, wakes up physically with no eyes on anything else as it were.

Moment after moment, its pure, white-like hair crossed my sight... only a little bit of force was put into its mouth.

But as soon as I loosen it, I move my gaze to hand.

What is there is a flower that has just been picked, and its petals are colored in red until stunning.

I watched it in a similar colour to my own eyes, but I did it the same way.

"Well, then -"

Let's go home, and Felicia slightly distorted that borderline brow as she tried to whine.

Something unexpected... because I remember being told before I came here.

To be honest, I don't mind ignoring anything.

"... if I remember, I said. It's not a good idea not to keep your word, is it?

Felicia turned her foot with such excuses, in the opposite direction of going home.

But Felicia, who has already finished theoretical arming, moves on without getting lost.

Little by little, the surroundings dim, but I'm still not lost in its footsteps.

The reason for this is simply because we know we don't need to be afraid.

It's dimmed only because the trees are even denser around and are beginning to cover the sky.

It's my garden in the first place, literally. Here, what do you fear?

Not if you get attacked by demons, of course, but this is still within the boundaries of avoiding demons.

ancestors... no, it was taken over and continued to be reinforced from generation to generation by the historical ones, here, even if it were a dragon -

"-!?

But at that moment, Felicia's shoulders trembled thoughtlessly when the impossible sound reached her ear.

"What... lying, right...?

It sounded like something was scratching the grass.

Not only is it what I stand, but it's also different from the sound of the wind.

Obviously something was moving there, not so far from Felicia's position.

"... eh"

It is unclear how much it means to kill your breath and snort on the spot.

But it would surely be better than rushing to escape this scene.

The sound seemed to repeat the movement.

Nature and body tend to move as if they were looking for something.

I don't think I can get away with it when I'm found at this rate, but I also think it's the same thing that I can't get away with if it is then.

Felicia was able to walk here in peace only because of the bond.

Felicia herself has no technique to fight demons...... there is no way.

Because...

"-!?

Moment after moment, the sound rang directly beside himself.

Along with that, the grass shakes so much that it superiorly crosses its own back length that it was there.

It was clearly a move that something was about to come this way.

Felicia, aware of it, gets lost for a moment.

Which direction do we run to?

There is no way that you have the option to fight etc from the beginning...... but you must have gotten lost.

It was a decisive delay, and at the next moment, the gutter and the grass that was there split left and right.

And.

"Mmm... I can't find it. I thought it might come as a surprise... oh?

"... Huh?

Felicia, anticipating the demon popping up and sheltering her face with her arms aggressively, had seen her appear there and her thoughts had stopped.

Because it was completely unexpected.

It is obvious that it is not a demon.

Some had spoken people's words, but above all no one would see them and mistake them for demons.

Not much different from myself in terms of appearance traits. That was, without a doubt, a person.

Felicia naturally looks and confirms its appearance in sight.

Dark hair, dark eyes.

The atmosphere involved is distinctly different, even though it appears to be the same age as Felicia.

I have a consciousness that I don't deserve either, but that's already special.

On its right hand side, I have a wooden stick that looks like it's falling around… if there's anything different about it, is that about it?

Yes, always, as you can see from the word, the person in front of you is Felicia's face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Felicia?

"............... that's this dialogue. What the hell are you doing here - Mr. Soma?"

Felicia discovered she was falling in this forest about a week ago, and the boy she took home.

It was Soma Neumont.