It was a warm morning, with birds chirping in the skies and the cuckoo's of chickens echoing through the place.
Eryke and the little girl walked down the hill step by step. His expression remained calm as ever. Unfortunately, the little devil before him went on and on without rest, so much that even a sage would erupt in rage.
But he, long used to her antics, merely picked at his ear and continued forward at an unhurried pace.
"Eh, Master, at least reply to me!" the little girl began to patter again.
Eryke stayed silent. By now, he had learned that ignoring her was the best practice, she would quiet down after a while on her own.
As expected, after just a few minutes she grew bored of annoying him and finally fell silent.
By then, they had reached the foot of the hill.
"By the way, Master, what's that crack? It doesn't look like a normal crack at all, it's straight, like a sword mark but one that stretches across half the hill!?" she asked, scratching her head.
