A crisp laugh seemed to pierce through the hollow silence between the woods.
But where had the third presence between the woods come from? Both Ben and the Earth Envoy raised their heads simultaneously—and discovered a little girl sitting on a tree at some point, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with slightly curly golden twin tails. She supported her round doll-like face with her hand, looking at him from above with interest; the girl's eyes were filled with laughter, or rather, her emerald green eyes, like lake water, were full of curiosity—she was dressed in the traditional leather outfit most adventurers wore, shaking her leather boots intentionally or unintentionally.
"Mr. Brand, need any help?" The girl asked, supporting her cheek with one hand, smiling sweetly.
"Who are you?" Ben was startled; this little girl gave him a faintly familiar feeling, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Alorz," the girl replied.
"Alorz?"
