"...and that’s basically it."
After listening, Anos fell into silence.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was off, but he also couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
In any case, glossing over the important parts seed like the safest choice.
Anos carefully considered his tone before finally speaking up. "Knowing that the Ice flower has awakened intelligence is truly astonishing to ."
He decided to answer the question first; as for who had won first place, well, the wind was too strong for him to have heard clearly.
"Ke’Oth, N’zall — you two are genuinely impressive."
He ended with a final summary.
Although their Demon King had clearly missed the most important point, getting praised by him still made them both very happy.
Most importantly, the Demon King had praised them in front of all their other colleagues.
That was a lot more rewarding than a private complint.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. This is just what we should be doing," Ke’Oth accepted the complint directly, speaking with composure.
As for N’zall standing beside him, he wisely kept his mouth shut and chose not to say a word.
Stirring up too much envy and resentnt wasn’t a good move, especially since they still had to survive under the watchful eye of the steward.
Constantly being targeted and made to suffer was certainly not worthwhile.
The turmoil here quietly ca to an end, but on the other side, new waves were stirring.
After the demon servants carefully removed the ice flower from the display stage, they found that no one paid any attention to where the ice flower was taken.
The demon servants themselves dared not place the sentient ice flower carelessly—after all, it was a magical plant belonging to the Demon Lord.
If it got damaged and they were held responsible, the punishnt would be unbearable
Fortunately, Illiya noticed the situation. With grateful looks from the Dldemon servants, he took the ice flower into his hands.
There was a reason why Illiya accepted the ice flower: he wanted to deliver so bad news to a certain magical plant who was lost in its own world.
After all, knowing the truth sooner ant less social embarrassnt later.
Having made up his mind, Illiya calmly distanced himself a bit from the Demon King and the Demon Lord, joining his own companions.
Then, he slightly turned his body and shielding the ice flower from the occasional curious glances around him.
With one hand holding the flowerpot, he reached out with the other to gently brush the leaves on the ice flower’s petals.
"Juwon?"
After his voice fell, the ice flower gave no response, seeming like an ordinary plant.
"Ice flower?" Illiya called softly again, and after a mont, still no reply.
Having called twice with no response, Illiya didn’t quite know what to say next.
It turned out so beings truly could imrse themselves entirely in their own worlds, oblivious to changes in their surroundings.
For such a plant to have survived so safely until now was nothing short of a miracle.
Had luck been slightly worse, it might have long been dug up and used for dicine.
The blond elf sighed lightly and relaxed the tight furrow of his brows.
Now, he had no choice but to use special thods—he hoped the ice flower would bear with it.
Without further hesitation, Illiya once again employed his magic power, this ti proactively reaching out to the magic power drifting in the air.
Using forceful ans, he tried to awaken the ice flower who is lost in its own realm.
"Wake up quickly! If you don’t, you’re done for!"
Juwon was not intentionally ignoring external signals.
Whenever it focused inward, it entered an extrely profound state, feeling as if it was placed inside a completely safe and comfortable environnt, drifting weightlessly.
It even developed the sensation that whatever it wished to do could be done.
It was so wonderfully strange that it had no desire to leave this state, which explained why it couldn’t promptly receive external ssages and could only rely on the system’s wake-up service.
Unfortunately, so ti ago, its behavior had deeply offended a petty system.
The offended system had long noticed that sothing was wrong in the outside environnt but it maliciously hid all these ssages from the host it was bound to, with no intention to inform them.
This gave the impression that they were not partners with shared interests but rather like sworn enemies.
For all these reasons, Juwon had not detected the problems in ti.
It also didn’t realize that while lost in its thoughts, its magic power had "actively" wandered out, roaming everywhere.
Even a casual sweep of the air could catch strands of its magic power.
At the sa ti, it was unaware that it had socially "died" not just once but multiple tis in broad daylight.
And it was in this state that Illiya forcibly woke Juwon up.
Before he finishing his singing, Juwon’s voice abruptly changed tone.
He was horrified to realize he seed to feel a familiar, unmistakably warm and vigorous magic power.
This lively magic power he had only ever sensed in one other elf—the "Light Elf" blessed by nature itself.
And the elves he knew were very few—only two in total.
One was the Dark Elf Drow and the other was the Light Elf Illiya.
Known facts:
The magic power was lively and very familiar.
He had only ever felt the magic power of one elf.
Therefore...
There was no "therefore"!
Juwon suddenly felt utterly hopeless about life.
If he weren’t still in the form of a flower, he might have already scratched a castle out with his toes by now.
The last ti he t Illiya, he was singing—and now, when they t again, he was still singing.
Although Juwon didn’t mind singing in front of others, that didn’t an he was happy about singing off-key and making up nonsense lyrics in front of everyone.
Juwon decided it was better to pretend to be dead.
After all, if he faked it fast enough, no one could wake soone pretending to be asleep!
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