"You go. And at the end of it all, you'll be North. Talk to you then. If everything goes according to plan, that is."
"For sure, young man."
Just like this, my old advisor disappeared into the forest. A jump sufficed for his silhouette to melt away in the canopy of trees above. He landed upon the highest branch, and from then on, he would watch over me. And deal with most of the problems, too. At the end of it all, after we would meet up in the end, a few days from now, I wouldn't be an elven princess anymore, thanks to his hard work. He also wouldn't be the same peaceful old man. After he worked for me from above, his hands would be painted red, full of blood.
The man's white tunic would also be dotted with crimson pearls here and there. The honest worker he was would get his part of the job done. And though we may talk of a 'plan' like it was some intricate and complicated plan of action, the scheme wasn't so complex at all. The old man simply had to protect me from a distance—he confided to me there was absolutely no chance I and my group could travel safely within the woods.
At present, due to the war and many other woes, the forest was just that dangerous a place. I, on my own, could most surely handle the dangers of the woods, the old man explained to me, but with my two tagalongs, traveling with no casualty would be a hassle. In these two stupid elves' woods, a war was roaming free, after all. Or the aftermath of it, rather. Still, the enemies, though they were scarce, still posed a threat within the Western part of the sacred forest.
Anyway, the trees were very high. As such, that reliable old man had to jump so high it was breathtaking. Gifting me a light whirlwind after he'd gone, he was just off. It was impressive, and no, in case you might be wondering, just anyone couldn't pull a jump that high off.
What he just did proved he might be as strong as he was reliable in terms of knowledge. Waving after the afterimage of his dash, I inwardly said goodbye. I was left alone again. For now. And so, step after step, I promptly walked to the creaky chariot over there. What greeted my sight there was White-haired's usual saddened face.
His face was almost always as is. A wild mixture of remorse, self-resentment, and sorrow. So I thought of giving the man another order. After I asked him to "please smile," his face brightened up with a smile that wasn't faked in the slightest.
"I-It is normal for you to be… afraid and scared, Princess," he said, opening the mouth he should have kept shut. "It is… going to be—" I ordered him to shut up. After he opened the door for his royalty, I waved a hand at him, telling him not to speak for now. Three big steps got me up inside their creaky chariot. After them, you were inside the carriage, taking a place on the cold bench. That moving box was as tight as ever. I said as much and urged White-haired to come in.
"Hurry it up. Come in here. I have to talk to you guys." I had something super important to tell my men. The kinder elf was punctual and quick. He came and sat in front of me. Hideous was here too. He was inside all along. It amused me to see he had been properly healed, so I scoffed at him. When I did so, he cast his eyes downward, unblinking. My eyes squinted at the two, and leisurely leaning back, I extended my arms on the back of the seat, making myself comfortable. I had to talk to these two. White-haired had my attention. The hideous elf didn't, looking as pathetic as always. Despite all that happened before, he wasn't ready to change his behavior, hmm? Whatever. freewebnovel(.)com
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"I am your… princess. You two's princess. That's right. That's me. I am your princess." And I finally said it. It was trying and difficult to do so. Plus it was also embarrassing. Damn.
"Y-Yes, Princess!" In his state of restlessness and agitation, in his panic, or overflowing energy, he even tried to get up at once, only to find a ceiling on top of his head and whack it with an "Ouch!" "Princess. Far from me the idea of offending you but, presently, it should be impossible for us to—"
"Meet with the forest's Sisters, right? I know. We still have to, however."
"About the demons' army—"
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