Reality.

Kaistra was sitting next to Riche, a close brother of his in the village. The two of them were sitting atop a hill overlooking the wide thicket of trees. Kaistra gently covered Riche’s body with a blanket.

Riche had been following Kaistra since they were kids. They had been together almost every step of the way. Kaistra cared for and treated Riche as if he was his own brother. However, Riche was very sick right now. His body was extremely feverish to the point that he felt like he was boiling. Kaistra had hired doctors to come to this remote village in Africa, despite the steep price, but he still did not know how long it would take for them to get here. Kaistra bit his lips in worry and desperation.

‘No! Please don’t come…!’ Kaistra pleaded. He was desperately begging the dark clouds that had been gathering not too far away from them.

‘No, you can’t do this!’

If that happened, then it would be hard for a helicopter to fly and come to where they were. African children generally had a weaker immune system than normal children. In addition, their medical facilities still had to make contact with the outside world before they would be able to get any help. What was worse was that the illness that Riche had contracted was different from any other normal illness found in other countries. The symptoms that Riche currently had might possibly be only the cold or the flu. However, if that was not the case, young Riche’s life might be in danger.

“...Kaistra.”

“Huh?” 

Kaistra turned to look at Riche with a gentle smile on his face. He had originally refused to come here with Riche. However, Riche had...