There's only one way to keep fairies in captivity other than by clawing their wings.
Locking them in a silver cage, they say.
I don't know how many generations ago this was discovered, but who was the idiot who brought such information to our natural enemy?
I dive through the gap between branches, apologizing to the flowers I used as a springboard, "Sorry! I jumped through the gap between branches, apologizing to the flowers I had stepped on.
I was already at the limit of the speed I could fly. With this magnificent wingspan, no human could even approach us, but the black figure that was chasing us kept on pursuing us, never letting go of the distance.
--A monster.
So it was flying with a single-minded determination.
The full moon, glimmering in the night sky, mocked us, ragged and tattered.
I was flying in the air, and something touched the tip of my wing that was breaking the wind.
Something touched the tips of my wings, which were breaking the wind, and I looked back for a moment.
I see a human hand protruding from a dark-colored robe.
Did it touch me?
No way, no way!
Deeper than the forest at night, a black figure. I felt ice slide down my spine at the thought of being stared at by those twin eyes hidden under the hood. The shadow was the height of a human child.
Because of their race, they have good night vision.
I'm here--...! It's flying!
I sent a "message" to several of my friends who were here. Fly. In other words, to gain altitude. Our method of travel is always flight, so even more so! Put your energy into it! That's what he meant.
The dewdrops bounced off the raspberry leaves as we jumped up higher and higher.
Oh, no! Idiot! Stupid!
I hate humans!
Two wings on each of our backs, like transparent glasswork. They are there only for our peaceful existence, not to be overused in a life-and-death chase.
"Ah...!"
Hey, hey, moo!
I grabbed the arm of my compatriot who leaned limply in front of me and flew. The face was pale. He was a male who had just been born. We have been in adult form since birth and can even fly, but this one, born just three hours ago, doesn't seem to be strong enough.
"Are you okay?
He doesn't seem okay. The grunting response, "...n," indicated a limitation.
--Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor! Come here!
!"
I heard a "message" from my compatriot who was flying ahead of me, and immediately turned around.
A thud. From very close by, I heard the sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other.
It was close. Running away? No, it's impossible no matter how you think about it. This speed is the limit.
The hand reaching out to me was white as a ghost.
My rigid body instinctively knew that I could not escape.
--Then...
I threw my fellow countrymen in my arms forward. I was slightly relieved when I saw that several of them had caught it.
The reaction to the throw sent me backward. Instead of waving at my companions as they moved away, I snapped my fingers.
I hope they can hear my high-pitched whistle.
A parting whistle. --A parting whistle - "Wait for God's whim".
Believe in miracles. May God, who can't save everything equally in this world, turn his eyes on you, even if only a little.
That faint sound will never reach mankind.
I finally caught it.
A voice whispers. A young human hand grabs you from the waist down. It was not painful, as if it was trying not to crush me. The human hand plucked both wings, put them together so that they would not lose their shape, and tied them with a thread.
Silver thread. Even if this was a temporary prop, she had no intention of resisting.
A human fingertip was placed on my forehead, and my consciousness went dark.
Here, I remembered "me," or rather, I remembered "me" as a tempest, or whatever you want to call it.
It was a memory of a previous life. I was a female college student. I was born in Japan, grew up and went to school normally, played and lived. My memory is interrupted when my eyes meet the sleepy eyes of a large truck driver.
And the crucial thing is the game that was mixed up in this memory. I was a fan of fantasy, and if a game was reputed to be national, I played it without looking through reviews or word-of-mouth.
This world is a love simulation RPG. You choose the gender of the main character, which changes the gender of the characters. It's a large multi-end game where you choose the choices that come up along the journey, and at the end you can get married or elope.
It is an Otome game, a gal game, and a role-playing game. It seems I was born into such a complicated setting. Magic and swords, elves and dwarves, slimes and goblins. In such a world, there is a high probability that I existed as a fairy tribe.
Incidentally, if I remember correctly, I was the fairy who was supposed to recruit the hero of another world from this world, saying, "Please be a hero, my world is in danger! My world is in danger! I am a high-spec fairy who can accompany him on his journey and display his level and status list as well as the character to be attacked.
I am a female.
So, if a brave man is coming, is he a male?
-I would like to refrain from being attacked.