The golden sunlight was radiating on the green leaves of the forest, the soft breeze wafting past made these broad leaves flutter against each other, producing a sound unique to the forest.
It was a wonderful day for opening doors, and a great day for traveling; if such fine weather and luck were to coincide, it would reflect the situation Villes found himself in.
In the forest, what should you do if you encounter a magical girl?
At that instant, it was as if Cupid's arrow had shot through his heart; under the cover of green leaves, an unintentional glance revealed the sight before him.
A girl appearing before him was like suddenly encountering an elf from myth. She wore a purple robe and had brown hair casually draped over her shoulders.
She seemed like a mercenary, resting in a small grassy area, while a small stream trickled by.
