"Arrest them all!"
Several people began to descend from the tree branches as they began to drop arrows that had been burned. There were more of them than us, wearing white robes and the same skin as the man before me.
Not only appearance, but I can also see similarities in their earlobes. Pointed and wide at the top, it reminded me of an elf in the illustrated fairy tales in my home world.
They used strong-looking wood to shackle my wrists, just like iron chains in the kingdom. Not only me but the three people behind us were also treated the same.
"We are the guardians of this sacred forest, the Sacred Red Forest," explained the man blocking my path.
Not long after, he ordered the people who bound us to take us somewhere. I briefly heard that they called it the Hall of Testimony.
