I swam about while spraying water everywhere, aiming for the opposite side.
However, there was also another knight there â a brutal looking knight with a buzz cut.
âHere! Climb up here!â
I think I saw a criminal like this on the tv news in my previous lifeâŚ
In my arbitrary image, I imagined a knight to be âa dazzling young manâ, but most knights here were muscular, and had scary faces. If they didnât have their uniforms on, I donât think anyone would have noticed that they are knights.
These people, theyâre good people â chasing away the wild dog â but their appearances had too much impact.
âCâmon, quickly!â
Please donât say that with those eyes. Itâs scary! I hate low and loud voices.
I tried to turn around again, but the five or six knights surrounded the pond, that I didnât climb up anywhere. Left with no escape route, I circled about the centre of the pond.
âWhy isnât it coming out?â
âItâs scared of your face.â
âScared of your face, too!â
Stop fighting! Youâre all scary! Itâs more or less the same!
âHey, I got a usable stick!â
Then another knight came. He had a long wooden stick in his hand.
Then he prodded me with that.
âOkay, push!â
âDoing well!â
Pushing by the stick, I was being moved to the opposite side of the pond.
ââWhere a brutal criminal awaitedâŚ
KYAH!!
I frantically paddled about. In panic, I tried to escape the stick.
âAh, no! Stay still! Iâll push you to the shore!â
I think I was panicking. I was chased into a cold pond by a wild dog, and became agitated. Then, scary surrounded me and pushed me with a stick.
Rationally thinking, I know that these knights are trying to help me.
However, right now, Iâm confused and I even have this animalistic cautiousness. Even if my life was in danger, my body refused to go into some unknown personâs arms.
I was desperate trying to avoid the stick and the knights.
I couldnât even dog-paddle anymore. I merely floundered my legs about and focused on staying afloat.
However, I swallowed water many times and choked already. My throat hurt. I couldnât breathe properly.
My legs are tired, my body is heavy, I think Iâll drown at any moment.
MOTHER! MOTHER!
I wanted to cry, that I just let out pathetic voices.
Itâs impossible now. The wet fur is too heavy. My legs were still moving, but it did not float back up.
I slowly sank, my mouth and my nose submerging.
I canât breathe. Itâs painful.
My eyes, my head, my ears too sunk into the pond, that my small body was fully submerged in water.
Ah, Iâm drowniââ!
*imouto*
The moment I felt death, someone grabbed my back and pulled me up with great force.
Owch! My consciousness started coming back. Then, someoneâs hand grabbed my belly and lifted me out from the water.
I breathed in oxygen and coughed out water. My legs had become amazingly thin. Itâs because the wet fur was sticking on the legs.
Because they donât have the usual fluffy fur, they donât feel like my legs.
The person who saves me walked out of the pond towards the shore.
The rather deep pond soaked up to his chest.
Ah, to go into a snow-filled pond at night in the dead middle of winter.
Iâm a snow spirit, but a human might get a heart attack.
Itâs a really dangerous act, just who is it that dived in to save me?
To see the person who saved me, I raised my head.
Is it the bearded knight? Or is it the brutal criminal?
However, what the moonlight revealed was a horrible scar on the left eye.
ââThe one-eyed knight.
He dived into the cold pond and saved me.
Even as I felt relieved to see him, I thought something rude.