
LVL4: The smallest fairy spoke up hesitantly. The fairy recalled that scene, and she smiled while drooling. Just like that, his siblings, parents, relations-and even all of the villagers-sank into the swamp. His sister, who tried to save him, was sunk in the swamp as well. LV元: The next fairy boasted of how sly and cunning she was. The fairy talked at length about how the men shed tears of regret without being able to put their sword skills to use, and her companions all sang cheerily. The best soldiers of a certain country had their bodies pulled apart by the fairy disguised as a prostitute. LVL2: One fairy bragged about how cruelly she killed a stubborn man. They gathered upon the bank of a lake beautifully lit by moonlight, and bragged to each other their vile acts in the past year.

It took place on the tenth night of full moon of the year. LVL1: There was a ceremony where fairies gather. The scythe was never used again.ĭESC: A man’s dementia drove him to attack his daughter’s fiancé with this axe.

From that day forth, he helped keep peace between humans and wind spirits. The young man knew at once that she was his mother.

Just then, a beautiful woman entered the room. LVL4: The chief of the village welcomed the young man and told him that the scythe he was carrying had once belonged to the village. Exhausted and frail, He came at last to a village. How long had he been traveling? Over the forests, oceans and mountain Ranges he flew. As if guided by a spirit, the young man took up his scythe and left, carried by the wind. LV元: “Go to the place marked on the map.” said his father. Before he died, he told his son about the young man’s mother, whom his son had learned never to mention in his presence. LVL2: Several years later, his father passed away. He was a cheerful boy, though he always seemed to be troubled by something. He had the ability to control the wind, and was often seen flying over rivers and valleys. LVL1: The young man was popular with everyone in the village.
