The wind makes the greenery overhead sway softly, and it's hard to believe that we're in a forest where dangerous demons roam.
However, calm is only nature's way of life, and humans are not.
''Crow, if you're so annoyed, you're going to cause damage to us, so can you stop that?''
I couldn't help but say that to Crow, who has been hurling blows at me ever since she encountered her mother.
After she gave me a piercing stare, I realized that I had said something wrong.
Who was it that decided to remain silent?
I couldn't go back to the basin and pretend that the words I had said didn't happen.
I belly up to it, and more words.
The three women who were preparing the camp also stopped to check on us.
I waved them off as okay, but the swift atmosphere seemed to bother them.
You're not going to be able to get away with it. What the hell is wrong with you?
I know what caused it, but I still couldn't help asking.
That crow was attacked on the back during a battle with a demon, and Amelia was defended and scolded by her.
I've been working on it for a while now, but there's no sign of it being lit.
It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
Even if it was a demon, it was gained by consuming a single life.
It would be a shame for the small magic stones to disappear for nothing.
If I had to say it, right now Crow was just a clunker who was causing trouble for the people around him.
It seems that Crowe, who is usually aloof, becomes a clunker when certain people are involved.
Somehow, it was a bit of a relief to see Crowe's human side, although it was troubling given the current situation.
It was like pouring gasoline on the flames of Crowe's anger, but maybe it was the age of living for so many years, but he didn't yell at me senselessly, and his anger was quickly extinguished and he turned away with a bad tempered face.
The way he bends his mouth into a crooked shape, looking uncomfortable, is really refreshing.
Crow's reaction after meeting his mother looks like that of a child in grade school.
It's easier to understand than his expression, the tail that had been banging on the ground earlier is now hanging down like a dog being scolded.
...... That woman never asked me anything about my sister.
Potentially, Crow says in a muttered voice.
His drooping tail swings to the side.
This time he looks a little lonely.
Crowe seems to have forgotten his natural poker face somewhere.
'The other day was the first time I'd seen the old lady since I left home with my sister. There's no way he didn't know about my sister's death. And yet, he didn't say a word.
That's why he was frustrated.
I tilted my head at a sentiment I wasn't very familiar with.
My family and Crowe's seemed to be similar in that my family and Crowe's family were similar in that they had a mother and a sister, but not in terms of family relationships.
'What kind of words did Crowe expect his mother to say to him? Did you want me to scold you for letting him die?
I feel like I'm dealing with someone younger than me.
Crow reflexively shook his head at my question.
Then he gasps as if he realizes something.
'No, no, I'm .......'
After that, Crow fell silent.
I sighed and took out a new small magic stone from my pocket.
''Well, that's fine, but you'll have to make good on your promise.
The magic stone that was taken out was thrown at the bundle of dried branches gathered in front of Crow.
In the blink of an eye, the fire burned into the branches.