Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

"——If only the world weren't like this."

The girl tightly grasped the candy in her palm, looking at Doria with eyes filled with deep sadness and grief. The strong emotion penetrated through her dark eyes and silently infected Doria.

Doria thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Sister seems very sad. Is it... because of me?"

The girl subconsciously wanted to nod, but stopped midway and shook her head violently.

"No, it's not..."

She looked through the weed-covered wasteland to the town a few dozen meters away, looking left and right, and said to him, "It's getting late. You should go back soon. I should go back too."

Her voice was still so soft that even though Doria was only a few inches away from her, she couldn't hear it clearly if she didn't listen carefully.

Doria nodded obediently and said, "Okay, sister."

The girl paused, as if she wanted to say something, but finally stopped.

She looked at Doria's exquisite skirt and the beautiful jewelry she was wearing, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression full of worry, mixed with a hint of envy that perhaps she herself was not even aware of.

Suddenly, she looked down at the rough linen robe she was wearing.

The girl gritted her teeth, tore off a large piece from the edge of her skirt that was almost dragged on the ground, and then tore off the dirty part that was dragged on the ground with her bare hands before handing it to Doria.

"I'm sorry, the material is not very good, but I really don't have anything else that can replace it. It may be a bit unfair to you, but it's safer to wrap it on your face."

Doria took the linen material from her hand and said seriously, "I said, sister, you don't need to apologize to me. It's always me who needs to thank you."

"Because I was receiving your free help, you didn't have to care about me, but you still helped me. As long as you helped me, no matter whether you really helped me in a practical sense or not, you should be the one who should be thanked, and you shouldn't blame yourself. You shouldn't blame yourself for the imperfect help you provided, you should be proud of yourself for helping others."

In the look of astonishment from the girl, Doria belatedly realized that this was not something she should say at her age.

Then he added calmly, "This is what a big liar once told me. Although he is indeed bad to the core, some of his words do make sense. Otherwise, so many people would not have been deceived."

The girl was a little amused and helpless.

"You can't trust a liar... But what they said does make sense."

"If your home is also in that town, then let's go together. I'm worried about you going back alone."

Doria nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, my family does live in that town, but we just moved here, so we're not very familiar with the place. It would be great if my sister could come with me."

The girl touched her head and said, "Well, give me the cloth in your hand and I will tie it for you."

Doria: “Great!”

The witch's well-behaved appearance was completely different from when she was killing people like cutting vegetables half an hour ago.

After helping Doria wrap her face tightly, the girl took her hand and trotted along the narrow path towards the town.

The orange sunset glow in the sky was gradually covered with a light night veil. She ran faster and faster, and the arc of her gray linen skirt lifted by the wind lasted for a long time.

In order to make up for the one or two minutes of rest, the girl could only run forward with all her might.

But just two meters away from the town, the howl of a wild beast stopped the girl in her tracks, and the smile that was about to appear under her mask.

She was so frightened that her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of white sweat appeared on her palms.

"Sister, sister?"

Doria's call barely brought the girl out of her fear. Her hands were trembling, but she pulled Doria behind her.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

"Don't be afraid" came out of her mouth with difficulty, with a trembling voice. It was unclear whether she was speaking to Doria or to herself.

"Don't be afraid. I, I will protect you..." The girl swallowed her tears, "Don't be afraid of anything you see later. You must find a place where there are no them and run away. Run as fast as you can. Don't look back no matter what..."

The howling of the beast was getting closer and closer, so close that it seemed to be right next to my ear.

Doria stood behind the girl, staring coldly at the group of bloody beasts attacking them in front of her, her voice sweet and gentle:

"Don't worry, sister. We will be fine. You and I will be fine."