”Come back here!” Kunikuzushi, sword in hand, darting through the trees, eyes fixed on your form as you derided his incompetence.

Mortals deem most Faeries unethical and heinous. They just couldn't hope to comprehend such sophisticated rites with those meat they call brains.

Thus, it's no wonder an organization was established to vanquish your race. And at present, you were zooming about the grove, tailed by that hunter; Kunikuzushi— and mind you, his stalking hasn't faltered in years.