Jumping from branch to branch, the two of them started walking through the forest looking for where their scent came from.

Following the human scent that led them to the edge of the forbidden forest which was the last border with the forest which was the territory of the human race, the scent they felt was getting thicker, but there was no sign of the creature they were looking for. ​​

Standing on one of the strong tree branches, the two of them stopped, and carefully looked around.

Observing longer, but not a single living thing shows its nose.

"I'm pretty sure the smell is coming from here, but why isn't there any sign of any creatures, even beasts that are supposed to roam at night I can't feel their presence?" With furrowed brows, the man who had a black mane began to speak.

"Are you hiding your aura? Why aren't there living beings, as if they feel our presence?" He added again turning his head to see his friend who was still quietly observing the surroundings.

Yes. During this time the two of them had always hidden their aura wherever they were to prevent others from knowing its existence, whether it was an enemy or not it didn't make any difference, except when they were in a fighting position it was invalid.

"Hey ... Can you hear me?" He said irritably, feeling neglected.

"Shut up, stupid, do you think I'm interested in scaring off a creature like that, Haahh…?" replied the white mane with a slightly raised tone of voice, he was wondering to himself, why he could survive with someone whose mouth is always babbling.

"Then, what's going on around here? Why is this situation making me feel a little afraid?" The man in black mane hugged his own body, pretending to be trembling with fear.

"This is weird," he said softly, looking back as if he hadn't heard the man in the black mane.

Not wanting to think and sink into this rather strange situation, the man in black mane suddenly moved, a faint light slowly forming a pair of wings on his back.

"Stupid! What are you doing?" The man in white mane scolded him seeing his friend's act so careless.

"I just thought of observing the situation here more clearly from above, in case I might find it," he replied lightly, smiling happily as if on a hint.

"Is this what you mean by quietly observing? Do you think humans have no eyes? Seeing you hovering in the air on a pair of wings, I don't dare think how the two of us will end up," In an exasperated tone, he tried to stop. the action of the man in black mane.

Realizing his mistake, the faint light that had previously been on his back disappeared in an instant, "Ah ... well, I didn't think that far. Momo, don't scold me, my heart hurts." Wore a pathetic expression with his eyes as if they were about to cry, staring sadly at the man with the white mane.

Receiving a sharp gaze from his interlocutor, immediately erased that pathetic expression, slowly rubbed his nose, trying to avoid the sharp gaze that seemed to have taken his life at that moment.

Shifting your gaze in another direction...

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Finding the object that entered his view dumbfounded him.

Seeing his friend who was previously chatting endlessly suddenly fell silent, the man with the white mane shifted his gaze following the direction of the man in black but found nothing.

"Never mind. Stop acting up, we better just go back." The man in white mane turned to leave.

But not even turning his body to turn around completely, a voice returned to his ears.

"Momo, look! Over there." Pointing at the large tree without taking his eyes off, the black-haired man returned to his voice.

"See what? It's just a tree," his eyes rolled, embarrassed by his friend's behavior.

"Are you now, suddenly attracted to trees?" He added again, ignoring the expression of the man in the black mane.

"No ... no ... that's not trees."

"So what? Stop wasting time, come on back," said the man in the white mane whose patience had run out.

"There ... there ... there ... are a pair of legs."

Hearing the stuttering answer from the man in black mane who was standing on a different tree branch, he felt something strange, he then headed towards the tree branch where his friend stood stiffly.

And sure enough, a pair of legs entered his sight.

"That's a human ... a pair of human legs," he suddenly became convinced that the human smell came from the owner of those feet.

"It is not surprising if previously we did not find anything, we were instead blocked by a large tree," he added.

"But, Momo, if you look at it from its position, it looks like the owner of that leg is lying down or maybe sleeping? I can't stop thinking, why would a human choose to lying under this huge tree at the edge of this extremely dangerous forest, is he tired of living? The black-haired man returned to comment, trying to judge something he saw.

I don't know whether the man in the white mane should laugh or cry because his friend's stupidity was at stake.

"I want to take a closer look," said the black-haired man suddenly leaving the white man, approaching a large tree blocking their view.

Standing on one of the sturdy branches, from below a very sad sight filled his sight, it was only human. A human who lay limp, did not lie as he thought, wounds filled her whole body, for some reason there was a sense of anger in him, his wound was very clear, with dried blood stains also gave a terrible motif to her clothes. is wearing. is wearing. wear, and tear everywhere, let alone girls?

Lost in thought with an incomprehensible feeling when he saw the figure lying weakly in front of him, a shadow suddenly shot out from behind and now a passing shadow was standing beside the girl ??

At first glance, it wasn't someone else. That figure was his friend, a cold being who strictly obeyed the rules of not appearing before mankind. The man has a white mane.

"What happened to her?" Feeling confused by his friend's unexpected actions.

"Hey what are you doing?" he shouted in a half-whisper.