“How did you get out of that fog? Without saying a word.”
“What a great person. He is truly a desirable talent.”
The second-floor window of a wooden house.
Those with pumpkin-like eyes, with all their features except their eyes covered by masks and even the hood of their robes pulled up, gasped in admiration as they looked at Erne, who had just emerged from the fog.
Among them, one with particularly bright yellow eyes opened the window.
“It is dangerous, priest.”
“It’s dangerous. No matter how great the knight is, what can he do to me down there?”
The priest boy took off his hood and pressed himself against the window frame. Below, Erne was struggling to adjust to the light he had not seen in a long time.
The boy looked down at Erne without saying a word. He never thought they would meet here. It was a new feeling.
'You came to the north wall, right?'
Those who know the original.
Someone from the same world as him.
Now he is sure.
'Are you a writer?'
That's right. The boy had read quite a few novels in the other world, most of which were non-romance genres.
He's only read one romance, and that was "As Above, So Below."
But the reason he was drawn to this work is probably because of his connection with the author.
So if someone other than him was possessed, it was definitely the author. The dates of death are a bit different, but supernatural phenomena like possession happen, so dates are a big deal.
'But I don't think he knew that I was possessed.'
When the boy first realized that he was possessed by a spirit, he thought that it was the author's trick to possess him in a novel.
He thought the author had trapped him here and that this was revenge.
However, after closely examining the actions of Erne, who was presumed to be the author, it appeared that the author did not know the boy's identity.
If the author had known, he would have put everything aside and come kill him.
'I guess I was swept away by this either by coincidence or because the author's grudge was too strong.'
The boy shrugged. Either way, it was definitely fate that they met again in this world. Although the author would not be happy to see them again.
“Hmm.”
The boy adjusted to the sunlight and admired Erne looking around.
Blonde hair that flows in the sunlight, a high nose that can be seen from afar, broad shoulders, and a masculine body without a trace of fat.
Even to a man like him, it was incredibly cool. To the point where he thought he would die again if he could have a body like that.
Although the author was a woman, he think he understood why she chose to possess Erne's body. She must have been weak in her past life, so she wanted to inhabit such a strong body.
“Tch.”
But that's the same for him too. How nice it would be if he were possessed by a muscular body like that instead of this weak body.
The boy clicked his tongue in a burning jealousy.
Although he didn't hear the sound, he noticed Erne's gaze on him and raised his head.
Erne and the boy's gaze met in midair. The boy smiled at Erne before realizing that he was wearing a mask.
“Hey, look at my mind.”
Instead of smiling, the boy waved his hand. Strictly speaking, he was from the same country. However, Erne pulled out a dagger from his waistband and threw it at the boy as if he was not happy at all.
The dagger flew with considerable force, but it did not reach the window where the boy was standing, nor did it reach the mansion.
“I guess his sense of distance hasn’t come back yet.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“It seems like Erne Rhineland escaped on his own, so how about we capture him now?”
“Hmm.”
That wasn't bad either.
He was a boy who had never been interested in Erne before, but now he was deeply interested in Erne, or rather, the soul of the author within him.
“But I don’t think there’s anyone among us who can knock Erne out right now.”
“Why don’t we all jump in together?”
The boy sighed in displeasure at those words. There were ten people in the boy's group, but three of them were old, and among the rest, one had a limp and another had no arms.
Could these people possibly defeat a professionally trained knight, and even Erne, who is said to be the best in the empire when it comes to skill alone?
As the boy's mood grew uncomfortable, someone raised his hand and spoke.
“I have a few jars I brought with me just in case.”
"Is it so?"
The boy raised his voice as if he was interested.
“Even though he is an uninvited guest, I still feel bad that I can’t offer him anything as a guest who came to my house, so I’ll just give him one thing. Get it ready.”
“What the heck, that kid? Is he just going to watch me?”
Two-story wooden house.
A human figure appeared. A boy who was clearly a priest waved at Erne, then turned around after talking to the others next to him.
Erne ran towards the wooden house, intending to catch them before they escaped. It seemed like they were right next to each other, but it took quite a while for them to get there.
“Damn, this is why my sword can’t reach.”
Erne picked up the dagger he had thrown and headed towards the front door of the wooden house. After kicking it a few times, the closed door opened.
As soon as the door opened, Erne headed to the second floor where the boy had been standing earlier, but there was already no one there. He went back down to the first floor and checked the back door, but again, there was no one there.
“Have they all already left?”
Erne swept back his sweaty hair.
“Up and down, it’s not like I’m training a shit dog.”
He looked around the mansion, grumbling in vain. Since he had come this far, he had to salvage something.
“This isn’t your home base.”
It was used, but not lived in. There was a teacup, but no dishes, and there was a blanket, but no comforter.
This place was a space for temporary stays, and could not be considered a residence.
Erne searched the house for anything that could be used to escape. He had been lucky so far, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to escape the forest and meet up with the remaining party.
Water and food were also problems. It was evening when he started chasing Chief Omar. When he came out of the forest after wandering around, the sun was high in the sky.
That meant Erne had been wandering in the foggy forest for over 12 hours. While he was there, he didn't even realize how much time had passed, but when he came out, he was overcome with thirst and hunger.
There was nothing to eat inside this wooden house, but even if there was, he couldn't touch it because he didn't know what had been done to the food.
It wasn't a big deal to survive two or three days without eating, but thirst was something else. He had to get out of there and join the rearguard before he lost all his energy due to dehydration.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have left something like a signal flare behind.”
Still, just in case, Erne searched thoroughly from the first floor. Then he went up to the second floor again.
“But why did you just leave?”
When he looked up from below, there seemed to be about six or seven of them. With that number, it would have been worth a shot.
Even if this place was just going to be a place to hang out and be abandoned, would they leave alone someone who trespassed on their territory?
They just ran away when they saw someone who was obviously chasing them?
It was incomprehensible to Erne's common sense.
2nd floor, until he opens the door to that room.
Crack.
I, who was biting my nails, flinched at the bitter taste of blood in my mouth. I thought I had broken the habit of biting her nails a long time ago, but it seems I hadn't.
“Oh my, what should I do with such fingernails of a grown lady?”
A woman wearing an apron soaked in her own rag came out carrying a large sack and frowned at my hand.
Except for the index finger that I had been biting, the other nine fingers were all red and swollen. This was the result of my vigorous biting of all ten fingers.
“What’s the matter, Miss Harrington?”
“No, it’s just a habit.”
“But why do you buy so many dried dandelions?”
This was a herbal medicine shop. Unlike Beichi, which made and sold medicine, this was a place that simply sold herbs. I smiled awkwardly as I received the sack from the herbal medicine shop woman.
“I’m thinking about making some new scented candles with dandelions.”
“Oh, I’m looking forward to that. But dried dandelions don’t have any scent. Will that work?”
“I want to mix it with other scents. How much is it?”
I took the sack before the herbalist could speak any longer.
“Just give me sixty coins.”
“Here it is.”
I placed a silver coin on the woman's palm.
“Wait a minute, I’ll give you the change. No, Miss Harrington? Where are you going, Miss Harrington, I need the change.”
The herbalist woman behind me shouted at me to take the change, but I ran without looking back. I used to tremble at even a single penny, but now I was busy.
To get out of the foggy forest where Erne had disappeared, no one but Gold was needed.
Because the fog only affects people and has no effect on animals at all.
So I planned to send Gold to the Foggy Forest to find Erne. No matter how clever Gold was, it couldn't just let him find Erne.
“If you draw a formula for the trace, it might help.”
At that time, Tan came up with a good idea.
Dried dandelions were an essential ingredient in drawing the tracer's equation.
My every step was filled with desperation as I walked as if I were running, even giving up my favorite money.
“What a great person. He is truly a desirable talent.”
The second-floor window of a wooden house.
Those with pumpkin-like eyes, with all their features except their eyes covered by masks and even the hood of their robes pulled up, gasped in admiration as they looked at Erne, who had just emerged from the fog.
Among them, one with particularly bright yellow eyes opened the window.
“It is dangerous, priest.”
“It’s dangerous. No matter how great the knight is, what can he do to me down there?”
The priest boy took off his hood and pressed himself against the window frame. Below, Erne was struggling to adjust to the light he had not seen in a long time.
The boy looked down at Erne without saying a word. He never thought they would meet here. It was a new feeling.
'You came to the north wall, right?'
Those who know the original.
Someone from the same world as him.
Now he is sure.
'Are you a writer?'
That's right. The boy had read quite a few novels in the other world, most of which were non-romance genres.
He's only read one romance, and that was "As Above, So Below."
But the reason he was drawn to this work is probably because of his connection with the author.
So if someone other than him was possessed, it was definitely the author. The dates of death are a bit different, but supernatural phenomena like possession happen, so dates are a big deal.
'But I don't think he knew that I was possessed.'
When the boy first realized that he was possessed by a spirit, he thought that it was the author's trick to possess him in a novel.
He thought the author had trapped him here and that this was revenge.
However, after closely examining the actions of Erne, who was presumed to be the author, it appeared that the author did not know the boy's identity.
If the author had known, he would have put everything aside and come kill him.
'I guess I was swept away by this either by coincidence or because the author's grudge was too strong.'
The boy shrugged. Either way, it was definitely fate that they met again in this world. Although the author would not be happy to see them again.
“Hmm.”
The boy adjusted to the sunlight and admired Erne looking around.
Blonde hair that flows in the sunlight, a high nose that can be seen from afar, broad shoulders, and a masculine body without a trace of fat.
Even to a man like him, it was incredibly cool. To the point where he thought he would die again if he could have a body like that.
Although the author was a woman, he think he understood why she chose to possess Erne's body. She must have been weak in her past life, so she wanted to inhabit such a strong body.
“Tch.”
But that's the same for him too. How nice it would be if he were possessed by a muscular body like that instead of this weak body.
The boy clicked his tongue in a burning jealousy.
Although he didn't hear the sound, he noticed Erne's gaze on him and raised his head.
Erne and the boy's gaze met in midair. The boy smiled at Erne before realizing that he was wearing a mask.
“Hey, look at my mind.”
Instead of smiling, the boy waved his hand. Strictly speaking, he was from the same country. However, Erne pulled out a dagger from his waistband and threw it at the boy as if he was not happy at all.
The dagger flew with considerable force, but it did not reach the window where the boy was standing, nor did it reach the mansion.
“I guess his sense of distance hasn’t come back yet.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“It seems like Erne Rhineland escaped on his own, so how about we capture him now?”
“Hmm.”
That wasn't bad either.
He was a boy who had never been interested in Erne before, but now he was deeply interested in Erne, or rather, the soul of the author within him.
“But I don’t think there’s anyone among us who can knock Erne out right now.”
“Why don’t we all jump in together?”
The boy sighed in displeasure at those words. There were ten people in the boy's group, but three of them were old, and among the rest, one had a limp and another had no arms.
Could these people possibly defeat a professionally trained knight, and even Erne, who is said to be the best in the empire when it comes to skill alone?
As the boy's mood grew uncomfortable, someone raised his hand and spoke.
“I have a few jars I brought with me just in case.”
"Is it so?"
The boy raised his voice as if he was interested.
“Even though he is an uninvited guest, I still feel bad that I can’t offer him anything as a guest who came to my house, so I’ll just give him one thing. Get it ready.”
***
“What the heck, that kid? Is he just going to watch me?”
Two-story wooden house.
A human figure appeared. A boy who was clearly a priest waved at Erne, then turned around after talking to the others next to him.
Erne ran towards the wooden house, intending to catch them before they escaped. It seemed like they were right next to each other, but it took quite a while for them to get there.
“Damn, this is why my sword can’t reach.”
Erne picked up the dagger he had thrown and headed towards the front door of the wooden house. After kicking it a few times, the closed door opened.
As soon as the door opened, Erne headed to the second floor where the boy had been standing earlier, but there was already no one there. He went back down to the first floor and checked the back door, but again, there was no one there.
“Have they all already left?”
Erne swept back his sweaty hair.
“Up and down, it’s not like I’m training a shit dog.”
He looked around the mansion, grumbling in vain. Since he had come this far, he had to salvage something.
“This isn’t your home base.”
It was used, but not lived in. There was a teacup, but no dishes, and there was a blanket, but no comforter.
This place was a space for temporary stays, and could not be considered a residence.
Erne searched the house for anything that could be used to escape. He had been lucky so far, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to escape the forest and meet up with the remaining party.
Water and food were also problems. It was evening when he started chasing Chief Omar. When he came out of the forest after wandering around, the sun was high in the sky.
That meant Erne had been wandering in the foggy forest for over 12 hours. While he was there, he didn't even realize how much time had passed, but when he came out, he was overcome with thirst and hunger.
There was nothing to eat inside this wooden house, but even if there was, he couldn't touch it because he didn't know what had been done to the food.
It wasn't a big deal to survive two or three days without eating, but thirst was something else. He had to get out of there and join the rearguard before he lost all his energy due to dehydration.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have left something like a signal flare behind.”
Still, just in case, Erne searched thoroughly from the first floor. Then he went up to the second floor again.
“But why did you just leave?”
When he looked up from below, there seemed to be about six or seven of them. With that number, it would have been worth a shot.
Even if this place was just going to be a place to hang out and be abandoned, would they leave alone someone who trespassed on their territory?
They just ran away when they saw someone who was obviously chasing them?
It was incomprehensible to Erne's common sense.
2nd floor, until he opens the door to that room.
***
Crack.
I, who was biting my nails, flinched at the bitter taste of blood in my mouth. I thought I had broken the habit of biting her nails a long time ago, but it seems I hadn't.
“Oh my, what should I do with such fingernails of a grown lady?”
A woman wearing an apron soaked in her own rag came out carrying a large sack and frowned at my hand.
Except for the index finger that I had been biting, the other nine fingers were all red and swollen. This was the result of my vigorous biting of all ten fingers.
“What’s the matter, Miss Harrington?”
“No, it’s just a habit.”
“But why do you buy so many dried dandelions?”
This was a herbal medicine shop. Unlike Beichi, which made and sold medicine, this was a place that simply sold herbs. I smiled awkwardly as I received the sack from the herbal medicine shop woman.
“I’m thinking about making some new scented candles with dandelions.”
“Oh, I’m looking forward to that. But dried dandelions don’t have any scent. Will that work?”
“I want to mix it with other scents. How much is it?”
I took the sack before the herbalist could speak any longer.
“Just give me sixty coins.”
“Here it is.”
I placed a silver coin on the woman's palm.
“Wait a minute, I’ll give you the change. No, Miss Harrington? Where are you going, Miss Harrington, I need the change.”
The herbalist woman behind me shouted at me to take the change, but I ran without looking back. I used to tremble at even a single penny, but now I was busy.
To get out of the foggy forest where Erne had disappeared, no one but Gold was needed.
Because the fog only affects people and has no effect on animals at all.
So I planned to send Gold to the Foggy Forest to find Erne. No matter how clever Gold was, it couldn't just let him find Erne.
“If you draw a formula for the trace, it might help.”
At that time, Tan came up with a good idea.
Dried dandelions were an essential ingredient in drawing the tracer's equation.
My every step was filled with desperation as I walked as if I were running, even giving up my favorite money.
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