A plume of dust clouded the blue sky as a boy's body fell on the barren ground. The seventeen-year-old boy immediately approached to help his protege get up."Good, Edmund. Your abilities are getting more and more astounding, you could beat me one day." He patted the boy's blond hair and clothes which were covered in fine sand, “but remember, don't attack too rashly. Now and then you have to stop for a moment to study your opponent's movements, and look for weaknesses. Understand?""I understand!" Edmund nodded with a gleam on his face.The youth turned to another boy outside the arena. He was asked to pay attention to the fight, but right now the boy was busy nibbling on the stalks of the weeds while watching the horses run across the grass."Edwig, have you noticed your brother?"The boy with the turbid blonde hair flinched slightly. "What?""I told you to pay attention, why are your eyes wandering around?""Sorry, Edgar. I fe

One day had passed since Wiggy's army had gathered in the Northern Territory. Harold was quick to recover, quick to adapt too. The man helped the Elves a lot in making hundreds of tents, as well as various other necessities for living in the forest, considering that there were so many Dwarves and Fauns. The Southern Kingdom did not fuss all day so that they could carry out all activities in peace.Night comes quickly when time is spent having fun. It was now a full moon, the light of the night goddess shone on the earth brighter than usual, but believe it or not, it was still outclassed by the creatures of the Northern Territory. Mushrooms lit up, the light from the bodies of the Pixies, and the Faun's horns glowed with colors. Everyone gathered in the open space where Wiggy used to play or practice swordsmanship, accompanied by a bonfire and some roasted sweet potatoes.Actually not all of them. Phillip, Lillian, and their father said goodbye to bed early. Wiggy allow

Louise was supposed to lead the Falsies in the guerrilla, but instead, she had to be guided. Apart from the Elves and Dwarves who were good at camouflage, Louise—like any other knight—was used to facing opponents face to face. Plus her large and inflexible body makes it even more difficult to jump over swamp stones or dodge branches without making noise.Louise's crowd was still intact until they arrived at the Eastern castle, a towering solid stone fortress that was dully filled with thorns and dense trees. The girl immediately looked for the stone arrangement that Wiggy had previously shown at the meeting.As planned, Louise pressed a loose rock until it protruded inward, then opened a small gap in the fort. Louise immediately entered followed by the Falsies after. Darkness greeted, some Pixies gave off a dim light, the weakening of the m

Tears continued to roll down Lillian's cheeks as her hands deftly applied various medicinal herbs to Wiggy's body. They were in the trunk of a giant pine tree where Lillian had evacuated the Elves. Wiggy was lying on a thin sheet of leaves wearing only short cloth pants. The young man's body was covered in dark blue patches, carvings like electric shocks were visible from the neck to the left side of his chin.Lillian traced Wiggy's butterfly wings which now looked more like tattered rags, and that made her cry even more pitiful. Lillian poured the bottle of healing potion into Wiggy's mouth a second time. After that, he refreshed the young man's murky blonde hair, feeling his hot body as well as his short, irregular breaths.“You are fine… you will be fine!” Lillian muttered with trembling lips. Her hand moved to embrace Wiggy's arm, her eyes closed as her mouth kept muttering, “Don't worry, you'll be fine. You'll be safe."The pixies t

Finding Edmund in the melee of war is not difficult. The blonde man rode a giant Ogre who knew exactly where the king wanted to go. Several times the green creature complained of pain from the attacks of the knights, trying to retaliate with a giant gadha blow or Edmund's silver sword that pierced the cavity in the iron helmet, then knocked the knights into a pile of smoking cans. Wiggy on the other hand was ready with his golden sword, as soon as the iron helmet hood was attached he spun Vesta's leash—the name that had just been given to the horse.The light brown horse with white accents on all four legs wasn't as big or bold as LJ's, but his running and dodging were agile, almost like Wiggy when his butterfly wings were healthy. The armored youth in a short green robe blended in among the other knights, as much as possible so that neither Edmund nor his mounted Ogre would notice. When the green creature turned around, Wiggy also swerved and returned behind him. And s