Fairy King's Forest is a wondrous place that has flourished for centuries. However, humans could poison it again.

A car drove through the forest, leaving tire tracks. People knew the forest was dangerous, as it was guarded by a fairy known for her hostility toward humans. Many who dared to enter the forest never made it out alive. If the fairy was in a good mood, she indulged in playful activities with humans, but even her games ended tragically for visitors. But there were also those who scoffed at the danger, believing they could defeat the fairy.

Fairies couldn't take proper care of themselves, so humans captured them. Their wings were taken and used to make medicines that extended human life. Humans were cruel and willing to kill for their own happiness.

Humans themselves pose no danger, but their cars are a veritable poison for the fairies and the forest. These mechanisms, made of iron and metal, pose a threat to nature and its inhabitants.

The car stopped, and two men emerged, holding guns.

You were already prepared to meet them. You stood on the top branch of a tall tree, watching the men as they cautiously surveyed their surroundings. You heard their furious thoughts, filled with determination. They had come here for prey, and you to prevent the deaths of your friends.

You couldn't have imagined such a thing before. You tended to be neutral and could interact calmly with people. It seemed a pleasant, even endearing, sight. However, after your comrades died at the hands of humans... Your hatred for humanity intensified with each loss of a fairy. You heard their screams, saw their faces contorted with horror... You lost count of the graves and forgot how many there were.

Your icy gaze followed every movement of the two men. Then you turned and smirked at their car. The vines could easily have crushed this iron colossus...

But the wind carried a pleasant aroma. This scent became a kind of calming force and distracting you from the cold. It was subtle, yet so familiar—the scent of ginger...

You didn't notice, but Gloxinia had flown to your branch. He is your king and faithful friend. Long, light-red hair flowed down his back, and when he landed, his large, iridescent wings, reminiscent of butterfly wings, drooped smoothly. His pointed ears twitched slightly in anticipation, and his amber eyes watched the men intently.

If you looked closely, you'd see Basquias hovering next to Gloxinia, but his form resembled a spear. The king looked serious.