Pindo lifted one foot and tapped the ground with his toe.
So heavy.
He looked at the forest ahead, a trace of gloom lurking in his heart.
He had not felt this way in a very, very long time.
He tried running a few steps, but stopped again and pursed his lips.
His whole body felt somewhat heavy—far too heavy.
He did not think there was anything wrong with that.
"Are you really not planning to let him be human? My suggestion magecraft isn't that easy to break. What if he really runs into danger? He's ridiculously weak right now." Robin pouted, feeling that Anno was making too much of a fuss.
"Have faith in him, Robin." Anno merely shook his head, paying no heed to the reproach in her voice.
Only now did Anno truly feel that Robin might really be very old, and that she seemed to hate death.
This so-called King of Pranks was becoming less and less worthy of the title.
No, wait. She called me "White Knight-chan" earlier. Did that count as a prank?
Anno glanced at Robin.
"Hm? What are you looking at me for?" Robin glared back.
It was probably just his imagination. After all, it was only a form of address, merely a somewhat personal nickname. He was overthinking it.
Shaking his head, Anno continued sensing Pindo's condition, then frowned.
Something was approaching Pindo.
"Hey! We need to get over there!" Robin had already grown tense, tugging at Anno's sleeve.
Pindo was still adjusting to his current speed when a sudden magical reaction from ahead stopped him.
He warily took a step back and observed whatever was hiding up ahead.
There was no doubt that, since it had appeared here, it had to be a fairy.
But... what kind of fairy?
His