Chapter 39 (2/2)

No, why is she crying about that? Standing in absurdity, I quickly apologized to Assand’s gaze, which took turns looking at the sobbing Lucia, who came out expressionlessly on his lap.

“Otherwise, I must have lost it somewhere. I have no doubts, saint. I apologize for causing concern.”

“Sniff, no… … I did something suspicious.”

No, there is nothing wrong with the saint. It must have been that this person didn’t know what she was saying. I nodded my head and backed away, leaving behind the cries of the maids.

*

Or is it not? Was that something to cry about? I was called here and there for nothing, and I felt very uncomfortable with the feeling that I didn’t get anything. I took a deep breath and went out to the temple.

Yes, I might have dropped it on the way. I thought it would make my head more complicated if I thought about it more, so I roughly came to an agreement on my own.

Still, it must have been an important item for Damian, but I was concerned. Will he get angry if I say I lost it? Scratching my hair softly, Vivina asked anxiously.

“I think it’s a very important thing.”

“Just, a little…… ”

Was Lucia originally the type to cry like that? It wasn’t like this in the original story, but it seems that her personality is strangely sensitive. I was seriously troubled, and as she continued to rummage through my clothes, she said, “Oh,” and I heard something.

“Miss Lian, what is this?”

It was an elongated green seed. What is this? When I received the glass bottle, I realized it later when I saw a small ‘Verse Cell’ written on it. This is the hair that Verseppo had pulled out when I left Lemda Village to plant it later.

“It’s like a seed… … A friend gave it to me.”

“Shall we plant it in a pot?”

“Well, yes.”

He said it would be helpful when I need it, so it must be some kind of herb or fruit tree. That would be fun! Vivina, whose eyes twinkled, handed over the glass bottle to me. And I went to bed early because of the rushing fatigue.

*

‘Where did my pendant go? This traitor.’

Damian with a cold face stared at me. The purple eyes that looked like he was about to cry change to blue, and it turns into Saint Lucia.

‘How can you doubt me? Sniff, sniff, sniff!’

If you dare make the saint cry, kill her! Kill her! Terrified by the crowds of monsters, ‘Take this!’ A sudden appearance of Verseppo throwing a seed. As soon as I accidentally received it, the seed grew huge in an instant, defeating the maids.

“…… Miss, Miss Lian, wake up! Wake up!”

Ah, another dog dream. Dreams partially reflect reality and ideals, but what was I thinking about in my life? I stare blankly at the ceiling, and a certain shadow flickers. A shadow on Luce, it’s nonsense. I see all the fuss now.

“Look at that, Miss Lian! Look at that!”

As I blinked my eyes, Vivina came and lifted me up. Oh, I’m dizzy, so please don’t shake me.

“Ahh, the seeds planted yesterday……!”

“…… Ah.”

I looked out of the window involuntarily and lost my words. Branches as thick as my thighs fluttered in the window. I looked out the window and peeked out after removing Wazowski, who had been crawling in the shade below, with the happiest expression on its face since it came to Luce, to see the pieces of pottery, believed to have once been a flowerpot, lying on the floor below. For reference, my room is about 5 stories high. Vivina stuttered with a pale white face.

“I planted it and put it by the window, but when I woke up, it was like that! It must be the devil’s tree!”

What tree is this? Reaching out my hand and tapping the branch that reached the window, I saw pine needles falling like thorns, which I remembered belatedly. Verseppo was a pine spirit.

No, it’s still too much. Growing this much in one night? What, is this Jack and the Beanstalk? It’s a little bit embarrassing. Bang, bang! I quickly hid Wazowski and opened the door to see the soldiers standing there.

“What the hell is that tree outside!”

The soldier resembling a Doberman in front of me wheezes as he pushes a pinecone.

“I found out that the fairy borrowed a flowerpot, potting shovel and fertilizer from the supply room yesterday!”

“Ah, I planted a tree there, and it grew overnight… ”

“What?”

The soldier questioned as if it was ridiculous. I’m speechless too, so please don’t look at me like that. While fiddling with a pine cone the size of my palm, the soldier with a wrinkled brow scrawled on a red parchment that looked like a seizing tag.

“I don’t know if it’s a curse or what. Anyway, come to the morning meeting in an hour! I must tell Assand about this.”