NGNL: Can't humans do that

Strong sense of disharmony.

Too leisurely.

Think raised her hand and greeted lightly, just like drinking afternoon tea in the back garden of her home, or accidentally meeting a friendly neighbor while taking a walk after dinner. Her elegant and full voice was always steady, without a single shake.

Blood was still flowing out from the gaps between her fingers covering the wound, but the woman seemed not to feel it at all. Su'er inexplicably felt an unspeakable madness, even a little fear.

"...Are you crazy?", he wanted to laugh, but he just pulled the corners of his mouth, and Su'er responded to the greeting dryly.

"It's just courtesy~", Think still had an innocent smile on her face, and even squinted her eyes happily.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that there were too many things he wanted to ask. Su'er could only close his mouth tightly, staggered to his feet from the ground, and walked to Think side while holding his stomach.

After tearing off a section of the already damaged robe again, Su'er quickly bandaged Think, not considering any disinfection and sterilization, and tried to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.

They couldn't stay in this place for too long. With the speed of the Dwarf, even if they ran very far in the previous search, they would definitely gather at the fastest speed after receiving the signal from their companions.

In this way, supporting each other, the speed of the two people's progress became faster. Even though they had been imprisoned by the spirit, Think physical strength was still stronger than Su'er. It was better to say that it was Su'er who helped Think to escape, rather than Su'er helping Think to escape. Many places that Su'er couldn't jump to were crossed by Think jumping up first and then pulling him up.

It seemed that there were wolves chasing behind him. This invisible pressure made Su'er have no intention of talking. He could only urge himself infinitely in his Heart, not daring to stop for a moment, until his physical strength could no longer support it.

"... Come to think of it, Mr. Monkey's way of addressing me is really varied?"

"Ms. Nilvalen, Nilvalen, Think..."

"Oh~, I suddenly remembered that I had issued the third order not to talk in my ear before, but Mr. Monkey still yelled in my ear once when we were down there."

?

There's this thing?

"... Are all Elf as talkative as you?" To be honest, Su'er didn't even want to pay attention to this active elf who didn't seem to be running for his life at first, but this woman kept chattering beside him as if she didn't notice his resistance at all.

Especially the last words, Su'er even thought about it carefully before remembering when she was talking... Who was this person?

"It's just too boring," Think answered frankly.

"... I might as well walk faster if I have the time." Su'er rolled his eyes and did not hide his irritability. "It doesn't matter what I call you. I just called you by your name in an emergency to save time."

Su'er was really irritable at the moment. He wanted to part ways with Think again, but he backed off when he saw Think reaching down from above to signal him to grab her hand.

Is it a spur of the moment?

There was not much time to think. He just recalled the scene in his mind. When he realized it, he had already jumped down holding the stone. His body was faster than his mind...

Is regret lingering in his Heart now?

"Ah~, it seems that the time is almost up," Think suddenly stopped and muttered to himself looking up at the sky.

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Dwarf are catching up?

Before Su'er asked Think why he suddenly sighed, the next second after he turned his eyes away, several blood flowers burst out of thin air on Think body. Her abdomen, calves, and even the most dangerous shoulder near her neck, which had been injured before, were covered with a layer of blood mist in the blink of an eye, dyeing her whole body red, as if she had lost her last strength and fell forward.

Is this... an unknown attack? !

Su'er pupils contracted violently, and his nerves were stretched to the limit in an instant. He hurriedly supported the limp Think and scanned everything around him - nothing? !

"Ahem, ahem, it's just that the time has come." The injury was so serious that she spit out blood from time to time while talking, and Think mouth was still smiling.

"What's going on? No, you better stop talking." He hurriedly tore off a large piece of the tattered robe. The weathered robe could no longer cover Think body. Su'er kept scanning back and forth between Think body and everything around him.

Even he himself found that his hands were shaking at the moment. Because of the fear of this unknown attack, the robe belt that was bandaging Think wound was tied up the wrong way.

"Hey, don't be so panic, haha." Unlike Su'er, who was so nervous that his nerves were about to break, Think still had that attitude of not caring at all. The woman even lay on his back on the ground, teasing Su'er reaction, "This is the first time I've seen Mr. Monkey panic like this? This kind of feeling is a bit strange~"

"Why? Is it because you admire such a perfect me? You are actually nervous because the enemy you want to kill is hurt. Mr. Monkey is just a male creature that only acts with his lower body~, hee~"

This woman insisted on talking to the end while spitting blood. Such perseverance really made Su'er, whose forehead was blue with veins because of these words, admire him-if he was not too busy, he really wanted to stuff a rag into Think mouth.

You can't shut your mouth even if you are injured like this, right?

Why do you force yourself to talk about dirty jokes when you are so nervous and serious? How did you come up with such a narcissistic answer? Where's your face?

What are the Elf thinking?

"...I told you not to be so nervous." Seeing that Su'er was still looking around without relaThinkg his vigilance, Think said with a gasp, "It's just that the duration of the magic has expired, and the injuries accumulated before have appeared."

With these words, she raised her arm hidden under the sleeve of her robe - except for the dust stuck on her white arm before, it was covered with green patterns that had never been there before. It was the words of the Elf, but Su'er could only recognize individual words.