Never Going Home Again! ~ Since I Was Persecuted, I Should Repay the Favor, or Else I'll Be Unr

A seed that sucks away chi...... then it's hard to call it, so Master Glenn gave me the name 'Blue Lily'.

I haven't seen it yet, but the color of the petals is as bright as the sky.

Then every day I continued to produce Blue Lily.

I had eaten a delicious meal even since I came to Sargent Borderlands, so I could produce up to thirty seeds a day.

It triples compared to when it first produced seeds.

"That's steadily increasing."

"There are more than before...... I would like to produce more seeds if I think about the current realm"

When I was soggy, Lord Glenn caressed my head gently.

"There's no rush because we prioritize planting where the damage is likely to occur."

"But... Speaking of which, I heard there was a potion to restore magic. How about a drink of that?

"Who the hell told you that?

"This is the maid with Master Felix. Drink it and your magic will be restored."

In the meantime, a maid with Master Felix came along and advised him to drink a potion to restore his magic powers, right?

When I told Master Glenn that, I got a very harsh look.

"... that's something I can't help but restore my magic, so the next day I'm exhausted and I can't move. It's not like drinking outside a life-threatening situation."

I blinked again and again in astonishment.

Though temporarily, it doesn't make sense to drink that and not be able to produce seeds the next day...

"Made to recommend such a dangerous thing..."

Then for a while, Master Glenn put his hand on his mouth and thought of something.

When the temper within the Sargent Border Border Border Border realm calmed down, a messenger was to come from the demonic kingdom.

Lady Glenn said you're stuffed with chopped feathers around coming directly to the Borderline Uncle House, not Wang Du...

It's a country to country interaction, and I don't know what's difficult, so let's make it big time in your room.

Oh, my God, I thought you would, but you strongly told me to be present...

The messenger of the demonic kingdom was a gray-haired grandfather.

With thick, curly horns over my ears, I can tell that I'm a different species than people.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Mayveld. Usually I am the staff of His Highness the Demon King and Lord Xavillawald."

Master Mayveld smiled with a grin when he named him that.

I guess the staff is very Eli.

"I am the king's brother Glenn Arnold."

As soon as Master Glenn named his name, Master Maveld shook his body as a pull.

"Is this His Highness Glenn Arnold!?

"If you're a staff officer, do you know about my name?"

"Of course it is. His Royal Highness Glenn Arnold is famous in the Demon Kingdom for having a different aura than the rest of us."

Master Mayveld began to grin less and less.

"Aura?"

When I pounded and twinkled, Master Glenn taught me.

"A non-human race sensibly understands the strength of its opponents. That's what you call an aura."

I mean, Master Glenn is very strong.

Speaking of which, I would have frozen the flaming golem my sister Margaret put out in an instant.

Then, Master James of the Sargent Borderline House, greeted him in my turn.

And the conversation started around Master Glenn.

"I have predictions, but what brings you here?

"Allow me to speak with you as you cross the border"

That's what Mayveld talked about.

The demonic kingdom has been haunting me for a long time over the past few years.

At first, he dealt with it by burning the Spirit Tree, but he has a temper to exceed it.

At last, the temper spread throughout the demonic kingdom, many plants withered and the people began to go mad.

For once, the branches of the Spirit Tree...... if you have them because they can be index finger sized, they can keep you sane.

But I burned it at the beginning, so I can't have it for all the people.

That's the condition, but the other day, he found out what caused the outbreak of temper.

What a cult you're creating!

"The temper is spreading not only to the demonic kingdom, but also to the countries around us. For some reason, it seems that only here is converging rather than spreading..."

Here Master Mayveld stared at Master Glenn's face when he shut up.

"Rumor has it that there are flowers that breathe away, so I came here."

At this point, Master Mayveld's complexion was getting very bad.

It conveys that it is bad from the way it is.

"Chi...... that's really not a good thing. Feels like your body is going to rot...... not very but unbearable"

Master Mayveld was clutching the twigs of the Spirit Tree hanging from his neck.

I'm sure he was about to go crazy once.

I have the bracelet of the Spirit Tree that Ele gave me.

It seems that with this, I and those around me will be safe.

"Please, give me some information about the flowers that suck your breath away!

Master Mayveld bowed his head deeply on the spot.

I looked alternately at Lady James and Lady Glenn sitting next to each other.

Lady James is nodding hard at Lady Glenn.

It means I'll take care of it, doesn't it?

Master Glenn said a small sigh.

"The name of the flower that sucks away the temper is' Blue Lily ', leaving no seeds with a generation old flower. The only thing that can produce that seed is Chelsea here."

I told him lightly, okay?

That's what I thought, and when I saw Master Glenn, he smiled gently.

"What reaction would the cult have if it were known that there was a curbing presence?

Lady Glenn smiled threateningly at Lady Mayveld that way.

"Interferees are often erased... I guess"

Master Mayveld snapped that way.

You mean I'm gonna get killed?

I felt my blood pull off sarcastically.

Lady Glenn, who noticed how I was, stroked my head with a pound.

"It's okay, Chelsea. Because the people of the demonic kingdom will do something about the cult."

"Also, of course it is. If anything happens to Master Chelsea, that means death will come to the demon kingdom!

Master Mayveld replied so, sweating like a waterfall.

I was then to give him the seed for what he had produced today and ask him to try to see if he could actually suck his temper away.

Master Mayveld returned to the demonic kingdom with tremendous momentum.

The next day, I received a letter from the Kingdom of Demons.

It was about wanting a massive amount of Blue Lily, and the numbers were outrageous.

Probably have to keep producing just Blue Lily every day for a few or a decade or so now with the amount of magic......

"It says you can divide it into years, but I don't want Chelsea to produce just Blue Lily for years. You might want to think of something else."

That's how Mr. Glenn got a serious look when he was reading the letter with me.