Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Dear Sir, please help us poor people."

"We were so exhausted that we couldn't use any more strength."

"Please have your mercy and allow us to survive this time and pass through this man-eating forest."

"If you can help us, we will be grateful. We will bless you and be grateful to you throughout our lives."

They spoke sincerely, and they probably begged her to take action because they had no other choice.

Although, they didn't know who she was, where she came from, or what her purpose was.

They met by chance before entering the jungle. She offered to accompany them and the reward was to help them find the castle smoothly.

His words were brief and his face was not shown.

She is so mysterious that people have to wonder about her identity.

I don’t know if he is a good guy or a bad guy.

Fortunately, they didn't mind having an extra woman accompanying them, so they agreed.

Until now, they couldn't hold on any longer and began to place their hopes on her.

After all, she promised them that she would help them find the castle smoothly.

One cannot break one's word.

The woman in a cloak who had been walking behind did not speak.

Quietly, his face is hidden in the dark darkness, invisible, with an unspeakable mystery.

Two embarrassed princes stood in front of her and begged her, but she seemed to have no intention of speaking.

Only gently and slowly, he stretched out his hand hidden under the thick cloak.

The pale and bloodless hands, the fingers were slender and clean, so clean that they were almost transparent, as if they were about to disappear.

The fingertips were indescribably delicate and soft, and they were fixed in mid-air and waved gently.

As if some kind of magic was being cast, the still air in the jungle seemed to fluctuate for a moment.

The dark vine leaves swayed, and the dense thorns blocking the front trembled slightly.

It was like a wind blowing silently, blowing away the stuffy air and bringing some rare and precious coolness.

The two followers stopped moving, while the two princes looked forward expectantly.

After nearly three minutes passed...

Still and motionless.

The expected image of the thorns breaking through the middle to make way for the road did not appear.

What it was before is what it is now.

I can only feel the wind.

But the wind blew for a while and then became still.

No more sound.

Two followers: "...?"

Two princes: "...?"

Man in cloak: "..."

The hand fixed in mid-air stopped for a moment.

Then, as if nothing happened.

As if he didn't give up, he gently moved away.

Just like a fairy casting a spell, her movements are mysterious.

Just a flick...

Nothing happened.

Now, even the wind was gone.

The two attendants stared at her, and the two princes stared at her.

They all seemed to be shocked by her mysterious behavior and were counting on her to keep them moving forward.

"..."

Someone who failed to cast the spell was silent for a long time.

The air around them was dead, and the ugly, dark trees stood on both sides with their claws and teeth, like demons, taunting them mercilessly.

Including her.

Her power doesn't count here, and she can't even make any movement.

Just stagnant here, like prey trapped here.

You can't go forward, and you can't go back.

Behind you are thorns that are constantly growing. After being cut off, they will quickly recover.