Please Act Normal, You're Scaring Me

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In southern Britain, one black and one purple blurred figure raced at incredible speed, chasing each other.

Like two gale-force winds passing through, they swept across plains, pierced dense forests, crossed mountain ravines, startling countless birds and beasts along the way.

From day to night, then night to day, this continued for three full days and nights.

Seeing the dark golden stream behind her drawing ever closer, the dreamlike colors several meters ahead transformed into drifting flower petals, scattering down toward the town below on the breeze.

The beautiful white-haired, pointed-eared woman stood smiling among the oblivious crowd, wand in her arms, breathing in the air of the human world. She was clearly enjoying the journey immensely.

A moment later, a handsome blond man with vertical pupils emerged from a dark alley nearby. Hooded and clad in a blue-and-white cloak, he carried a sheathed longsword. He glanced at the companion waving to him from the crowd, then smiled freely, his gaze clear and bright.

"Fine, let's call a truce."

"Sure."

On the long street, the atmosphere between them was harmonious, their smiles warm.

One stepped forward while the other stepped back.

"You said you wouldn't hold it against me, so why are you running?"

"Then why is your hand on your sword hilt?"

They stopped amid the crowd, glanced at each other, and exchanged awkward yet polite smiles as they both lowered their guard.

The man placed his right hand behind his back and gracefully took several steps closer. The woman's smile remained unchanged as she retreated by the exact same number of steps.

Mm, a perfect casting distance.

"There are so many people on the street. Why are you secretly chanting in Fae Language?"

"Then could you stop drawing Runic Glyphs behind your back first?"

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