(Walson)
At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few tis, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.
So sharp bird calls woke up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.
I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn...
...Wait a minute, how did I end up here?
I rember being in a labyrinth, and then a black fla hand reached for , space shattered, the portal disappeared, I fell, and then... What happened next?
How is everyone doing now?
Grace, lon, Risa, Barella... Barella... she, she...
Suddenly, I felt a rush of panic, prompting to jump out of bed, almost slamming into the door in my haste.
I started frantically opening each door in the hallway, breaking into the locked ones, turning the corridor into chaos.
"Whoa, who is it!?"
"B– Big brother Walson! I’m changing my clothes!"
"Hey, hey, hey???"
"What's going on!?"
"Ua–! Oh, it’s you Walson, you scared the hell out of !"
Barella, where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
If you're not here, if you're not here, I...
I just continued destroying all the doors in the hallway, frightening everyone in the corridor, but I seed to ignore them as I rushed straight to the end.
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"Miss Barella... How are you feeling?"
"...Barella, do you want so soup?"
In the room, Grace and lon stood by the bed, looking at Aurevia, who had just awakened and was sitting on the bed.
"It's okay, it made you worry. I just can't rember anything after jumping into the teleportation gate... Well, as long as Walson is fine, right?" Aurevia rubbed her forehead.
At that ti, Walson didn't make it out of the teleportation gate in ti. Without thinking, she jumped in to save him, and she couldn't rember anything that happened afterward.
According to lon, they were found sowhere in the first layer of the labyrinth. By the ti they were found, they had lost consciousness, with only minor injuries.
Hmm... completely unable to rember why she was there.
"...If I hadn't passed out at that ti..." Grace sighed a bit sadly, sniffing, and sat down next to Aurevia.
"It's okay, I know we all did our best." I comforted Grace by patting her hand, then noticed a ring on her left ring finger that I hadn't seen before.
Did Walson give it to her? That's nice. Unlike ...
...I feel like sothing had happened with Walson in the labyrinth, but I just can't rember.
Oh well, as long as everyone is okay.
Just then, a banging sound echoed outside the door, accompanied by many people's exclamations. The next mont, the door was suddenly pushed open!
"Barella– Oh!" A boy with brown hair stumbled and fell to the ground.
Huh? Walson? When did he wake up?
He struggled to get up, surveyed the surroundings, and finally, his gaze fixed on ... and then tears started streaming down.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!? Why are you crying? Everyone is okay, right?
"Barella, ahhhhhhh!!!" The next thing I knew, I was already lying on the bed.
Huh? Huh?
Was I tackled by Walson?
The pressure on my chest and the constriction on my shoulders confird the fact—Walson had tackled onto the bed, hugging tightly.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, happiness ca too suddenly, and I wasn't ready...
"You're safe, really, it's so good..." Walson couldn't articulate, tears mixed with snot as he buried his face in Aurevia's chest, making it difficult to understand what he was saying.
Aurevia's face, along with her ears, turned red. She stiffened, feeling a bit overwheld.
...
After a while, when the people from the corridor had gathered in front of the room, Grace, who had been standing aside, finally snapped out of it. She lifted her staff with a cold look.
Walson, who had his face buried in Aurevia's soft chest, felt all his hairs stand on end...
"What the heck are you doing!?!?!" Aurevia rembered she was supposed to scream according to the script.
Clang! Grace swung her staff.
...
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At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few tis, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.
So sharp bird calls woke up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.
I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn.
...
Wait a minute, did I already say the opening above? Ugh— feels like I've forgotten a lot...
Organizing my thoughts, oh, well... that's about it.
Although I don't rember what I did in the labyrinth, my brain has inexplicably gained a lot of information.
Events far more severe than before, Herobrine... I never expected that entity to actually exist.
The urban legend of Minecraft, the white-eyed player "Herobrine," also known as HIM by so. What exactly he is, no one can give a definite answer. But the information in my mind— Why did he possess Boze Vlam?
...Does he want to collect the power of the Elental Guardians, and the chaos in the labyrinth is to gather souls of fear, and then use it for so kind of ritual?
Strange... how do I know all this stuff!? And why is the Elental Guardian of Fla nad Boze Vlam?
...Maybe it's related to losing so mories, but let's not worry about that for now.
Though suspicious, the credibility of the information I've read is quite high.
Finally... Herobrine is after , that's what the information in my mind clearly tells .
...What to do, things are getting worse.
If it's really Herobrine... then it becos more complicated. I have no idea what he is, can't think of any counterasures.
Coming from Minecraft, he's not the kind of monster you find in encyclopedias, but a complete legend. Even I've only seen so fan art of himself on the internet.
However, using the clue of white eyes, Lori Aivett once told to be careful of white eyes. Could it be that she really knows sothing!?
...Well, no use racking my brains; I can't figure anything out. How are the other companions doing?
Grace, lon, Risa, Barella... Barella... she— She—
Barella— Barella!!!
I practically jumped up and slamd out of the room.
"Damn it! Not again!"
"Walson, you scared the hell out of again!!!"
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At the treetop, a bird with distinctive red feathers called the Chesatratlat sang a few tis, turned its head, and plucked a fruit from the branches, swallowing it whole.
So sharp bird calls woke up, and as I opened my eyes, a wooden ceiling appeared in my field of view.
I sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath my hands, and let out a yawn...
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