51 Past [05] A sense of responsibility.txt (2/2)

''Sister Hinori! Dear sister!

Let's go!

Mmm!

After confirming that the fairies were safe, the three of them headed towards the Forest of Demon Mist with all their might.

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They're coming your way! Don't let him get away with it!

I know that much!

He's fast, sure, but... not insignificantly so.

In the forest, the mixed voices of men and women could be heard.

There was the figure of Fumil, who was engaged in a battle with the five adventurers.

Although she hadn't sustained any damage, her breath was panting and her movements were not as sharp as usual.

It was clear that fatigue was building up.

Since one of the fairies she had gone out to play with had been found, she was probably planning to use herself as a decoy and escape after she let the fairies escape.

As a wind spirit, he was quick and seemed to be fighting quite well, but the adventurers also seemed to be quite skilled, and they couldn't find an opening to escape for the time being.

''...Ha! ...Ha!

'Good! I'm getting pretty tired. I'm almost there!

Get it together! Allorain.

Arrows made of mithril rained down on Houmill.

I'll take care of it. Flamelance!

.... Ugh!''

The only way to get rid of Mithril's arrows is to avoid them, but the mage's Flame Lance is a decent hit because it restricts his range of motion.

Okay, we did it.

'Heh! You're making it hard for me.

It could still work. Stay alert.

I'll be fine. No one's afraid of a genie taking the Flame Lance in stride.

One of the adventurers approaches to restrain Fumil, who has fallen to the spot without power.

It's not as if he's expecting to be unable to resist anymore, or perhaps he's reaching out carelessly, but there's no caution in his appearance.

”...wind, blow.

Huemil unleashes a wind magic as a last scrape.

''Guh!''

The adventurer was caught off guard and ended up taking the wind magic (it) seriously.

However, it seems that because he was exhausted, the density of his magic was low, and it was only able to produce a bruise on the adventurer's face.

''Te Te Te Te! You should have just kept quiet!

Oh, oh, hey!

....

The adventurer who was hit by the wind magic reversed from pain and embarrassment and slashed at Foumil with his mithril-made sword.

As if he didn't have the strength left to evade the earliest, Fumil was unable to avoid the slash and received a large wound from his left shoulder towards his right hip area.

''This, you idiot! If this guy dies, the reward for this search will be par for the course!

Shut up! You just disciplined him because he was licking his ass!

As the magic power drains out of the area where he was cut and Fumil begins to feel dazed, he hears the adventurers cursing at each other.

(Everyone was able to escape, I guess?)

Fu-mil worries about the safety of the fairy he himself let escape.

(Huu could be a big sister, could she?)

The sense of responsibility that had evolved into a spirit and sprouted from her evolution into a spirit was driving her.

(Vee-kun...)

What came to my mind was the image of a boy who really called me his sister.

'Sister Fu!'

Just before Houmill let go of her consciousness, the boy's voice reached her ears.