Book 3: Chapter 18
Lucia crouched on the ground and stared at the empty prairie before me to determine the direction. Ah, she wasn’t trying to determine our location but rather where the white deer king ran off to.
White deer king and elves are the same because they’re both beings that possess powerful mana. As such, traces of mana will be left behind once they move. Subsequently, if you want to pursue a white deer king, you need to trace the track of mana it left behind. If we can’t find the white deer king, we’ll need to spend a lot of time searching for a white deer king.
Most of the time at a deer hunting festival is spent searching. Once it has been found, pursuing and killing it is a quick matter. Hence, Lucia and I were already ahead of the other groups. We’ve already completed half of the event. We just need to locate the white deer king again and then kill it.
“Alright.”
Lucia stood up with satisfaction and then said: “Your highness, please come this way. It looks like the white deer king ran back into the forest. I think the probability of us finding one in an open area is quite low, so it looks like we’ll have to kill it in the forest. However, it’s late now so it wouldn’t be wise to enter the forest now. Let’s set up camp here. Your highness, please help me find some branches around the perimeter of the forest.”
I nodded, looked at the sun setting and replied: “Alright.”
To be honest, this is a little different to the deer hunting festival I imagined. We walked hand-in-hand, chatted and flirted the whole entire time. When Lucia saw berries, she plucked them and shared them with me. We haven’t even left the open area here yet. This feels more like a honeymoon or a date!
But we were earnestly searching for traces of the white deer king. I have mom’s acts of cheating to thank for allowing us the luxury to be relaxed.
I arrived at the perimeter of the forest and glanced at the forest. There’s a faint light inside the forest when the sun is out. It looks really holy and beautiful, but once the sun goes down, the forest becomes dark. A cold wind blew towards me from inside the forest, whistling like a cry which made me shudder.