Happy times are always fleeting, and about half an hour later, the two arrived at the edge of the Miasma Swamp. There seemed to be an invisible boundary line on the ground, separating the dense forest and the grassland.
"Alright, it's time to go back," Lancelot patted little Esha on the head. Although still in the shadows, the little girl's spirit was very low, as if the destructive power contained in the sunlight was going to make her collapse.
"I really miss the feeling of basking in the sun," the girl said with a look of fear and nostalgia, then regretfully shook her head, and with a poof, she transformed into a small bat and slipped into the Human Knight's Dimensional Bag at his waist.
"I will find a way, don't worry."
Although the other party could no longer hear him, Lancelot still spoke the words, sounding more like a reminder to himself. Then he took a step forward, leaving the Miasma Swamp, which he had greatly disturbed, behind him.
