I was a little excited to see meat after a long time.


Three years.

I think I’ve built considerable stamina.

I became able to run in the forest for a long time.

My chance of catching small preys also had increased.

I also became able to use medicinal herbs to treat my wounds.

Life in the forest is going well.



Because I was worried about something, after a long time I left the forest and went to the village settlement.

People look surprised to see me…perhaps they think I’m already dead.

How can I be dead?


What worried me was the fortune teller.

She had been coming to see me every two weeks, but I hadn’t see her for about a month.

I wondered if something happened?

There was no one in the fortune teller’s house.

I was worried about what happened to her.


I heard a whisper behind me.

As I listened carefully, a faint voice could be heard.

What they said made my chest hurt as if it is squeezed tightly.

…I ran away from the spot and escaped to the forest.



The fortune teller had passed away.

I heard that her cold was getting worse and worse.

It seems that she could be cured with the village head’s potion.

But…but the village head refused to cure her with his potion.

It seems that I am the cause.

It seems the village saw the kind fortune teller as a nuisance.

I didn’t know.

It’s my fault…


I returned to my hiding place.

I don’t feel like doing anything.

I was sad, but for some reason no tear came out.

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