Chapter 89
The Purple Forest was the stage of many ghost stories that occasionally circulated among adventurers. Strange experiences recounted by those who had wandered and lost their way in the enchanted forest often came up in tavern conversations. One of the most common stories involved the eerie phenomenon of leaves turning a dull purple and sightings of fairies.
Grrrrrr—
A fairy, no bigger than a thumb, fluttered its butterfly wings around a three-headed wolf. I spoke to the two individuals beside me.
“Stop it, Aslay. Limberton, put down your bow.”
Aslay lowered his arm, encased in a metal gauntlet, and Limberton, after re-sheathing his arrow, asked me, “What is that?”
“That is a fairy. You must have heard about them in class, right?”
“Oh, that!”
Fairies are the guardians of the Purple Forest, neither enemies nor allies. They do not intervene in the battles between monsters and humans. They solely oversee the forest’s ecosystem. However, there is one exception, which is the current situation.
“But it’s rare to see one so easily, why now…”