The High Priest's Last Worship.

The narrow and long fox eyes moved towards the direction where Rin Tamakawa was.

"Your Highness Tamakawa...please come to me."

The sound was ethereal, and it seemed that it was blessed by that will.

The other fairy species' eyes also moved, all falling on Rin Tamakawa.

What's strange is that their eyes now have no emotions.

A pair of green eyes lit up with a chilling light under the increasingly dim sky.

Rin Tamakawa's eyes were once again confused.

However, her consciousness was clearly sober!

She was chilling all over for the gaze of the fairy species, and wanted to turn her head to look at Aoye.

But his body was not at all obedient, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

The first step was taken stiffly and slowly.

‘No, I don’t want to go there!’

Consciousness struggles helplessly.

"tread......."

The sound of footsteps behind him came.

Aono walked to Rin Tamakawa.

“……Little friend.”

The high priest seemed to have some pleading in his voice.

"We won't hurt His Highness Tamakawa, you don't need to follow."

Aoye didn't speak.

Looking around the many fairies under the faint night.

There are the turbulent Sheila, the innocent and pure Luna, and the Mia who can't tell whether it's a donkey or a rabbit, and many fairies who just met and haven't had time to know their names.

Aoye silently remembers their appearance in his heart.

Not surprised by their cold eyes at all.

Rin Tamakawa walked forward in a daze.

Still confused and panic.

It was just because Aoye was by his side that he felt a little more at ease.

The viscous pressure emerged out of thin air from all directions and fell on Qingye.

This is the will from the "Mother Goddess of the Forest".

He was angry at the rash intrusion of this outsider.

Aoye remained unmoved and continued to move forward.

And every step forward has greatly increased the sticky pressure.

To be precise, the distance from the giant tree is constantly shortened, and His power continues to increase.

Soon, it seemed as if a mountain was pressing against him, and it was squeezed from all directions.

As long as it is in this forest, this power will not disappear.

Five extraordinary physical qualities have allowed Aoye to survive the initial distance.

Aoye's legs were like a slumber.

Even the plants on the ground became a resistance to Aoye's advance. They tangled their legs and tried to fix them in place.

The chaotic illusion begins to appear before your eyes.

The trees die, the vines are twisted... and overlap with the real picture, and it is hard to tell which one is real.

finally.

Aoye walked through the extremely heavy pressure and came to the high priest.

A slight drop of sweat appeared on the forehead.

Breathing is a little heavy.

But that's all.

Aoye's vision was clear and straight and looked at the gray fox.

His eyes were extremely calm.

That is not the fearlessness of the ignorant.

But he clearly understood that He was not worth fearing.

"My friend...why are you?"

The high priest was trembling at Aoye's actions, and a deep helplessness emerged.

But he soon returned to calm.

"I just need a little blood from His Highness Tamakawa."

Her eyes were clear, as if she was just thinking that way.

Suddenly, a scream suddenly came from the fairy species.

"High Priest!"

"What do you want to do? Why did they become like this?"

Full of questioning words, spit out from Sheila's mouth.

Her expression returned to Qingming Festival at some point.

Among all the goblin species, she was the only one who woke up.

"In my impression, the festival... shouldn't be like this!"

Sheila no longer hesitated and rushed to the high priest flexibly and quickly.

The tormenting path that had been previously for Aoye had no effect on Sheila.

"You and the village chief are both very strange. What are you hiding?"

Sheila came to the high priest and asked coldly.

She was unable to draw a conclusion from the village chief, and this time she directly asked the high priest whom she respected most.

Sheila really can't figure it out.

Why, the current festival looks like this!

The companions, including the sister, seemed to be occupied by some indifferent consciousness.

Also, she discovered this morning-

"Has the number of missing people increased again?"

"High priest, you should know all these things."

Her eyes were sad and painful.

"Why...but you don't want to say anything?"

"Ahem..."

The high priest coughed and spit out a mouthful of black blood from his mouth.

The sadness in her eyes was deeper than Sheila.

It's like a dead desert, no longer has a trace of vitality.

"Shila, you always like to chatter and ask why, and want to find out the truth no matter what."

"The first time is you, the second time is you... the last time was you, this time is you..."

Sheila was confused.

First time, second time?

Last time?

"But you never understand, the more you know, it's never a lucky thing."

"The truth is far more cruel than you think!"

"But it doesn't matter, nothing matters... After today, everything will be over!"

She whispered to herself.
To be continued...