I blankly stared at the flowerpot.
Recalling the three years I spent inside Hell Gate.
Taylor looked at worriedly, wondering what was on my mind.
There was only one thing I could say after receiving such a gift.
“Thank you.”
Feeling relieved, Taylor smiled.
Actually, this flowerpot is more like a scar from a rotten mory.
The mories from inside Hell Gate, sothing too painful to even think about.
Over ti, I overca it, and now it didn’t really affect .
‘Hell Gate…’
A lot happened inside.
Really, too much.
The 7th expedition inside Hell Gate.
Deed the most successful expedition, of the 500 people who ventured inside, only 47 made it out alive after three years.
And, I was one of those 47.
One of the reasons I was able to co back alive was because I had ‘intuition.’
It may sound strange, but that was really the case.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been told such things like, ‘you’re strangely sensible,’ or ‘how did you guess?’
So, inside Hell Gate my intuition would sense things that no one noticed until it happened, or when I thought I had to go sowhere no matter how dangerous it looks because I thought I would have a better chance of survival.
Only recently did I realize it was my Intuition (A) talent, but at that ti the only thought I had was to survive that hell, and in the end I survived.
“It reminds of the old days.”
“So. Isn’t it pretty?”
“I’ll have to take care of it at ho.”
“Uh, really? What if the glass breaks, and it turns out to be radioactive?”
“…Do you think Hell Gate is so kind of nuclear power plant?”
I took a closer look at the flowerpot.
Spiritual Silver Flower.
Information that could not have been known in the past, present, or future, ca to so easily.
Is this really a F-Rank skill?
Or maybe the existence of spirits is more common than I had thought.
In the modern era, the existence of spirits is like a superstition.
Like ghosts, nobody even knows whether it exists or not.
However, I knew.
Ghosts and spirits do indeed exist.
I’ve seen a ghost once before, and had heard stories about spirits from a very credible colleague.
In other words, soone like , who fought on the battlefield for 15 years, had only seen it once before.
This kind of existence.
< Silver Spiritual Flower >
Description: A spirit grown from the seed of the many who had lost their lives. Must be raised in a special condition for the spirit to be born.
Sunlight: Feeds on the energy of stars. However, this spiritual flower has been stained with death, so too much sunlight can be harmful. Let it absorb a little bit of sunlight for 5 minutes every day in the late afternoon.
Temperature: The ideal temperature is around 20 degrees Celsius.
Soil: This spiritual flower grew up in the land of death, so based on its current vitality, spread so soil from the Essoten fairies, and grind so seeds that have listened to the Essoten fairies’ leaf flute for 300 days.
Nourishnt: Feeds on negative emotions. On the contrary, positive emotions…
ntal and physical care: Fairies, dragons, and any other transcended species will be able to talk to this spiritual flower. Talk to it from ti to ti to check the spirit’s ntal health. It’s very fragile before the spirit is born…
After carefully reading the book from the White Witch’s library, I soon looked up at Taylor.
Did I do sothing to deserve this?
Looking at her prideful smiling face, I had a strange feeling seeing her stare at .
For so reason, I felt apprehensive.
Friends usually don’t give each other gifts like this.
Obviously, Taylor and I owe our lives to each other, and I’m confident our relationship is more stable than anyone else.
So it didn’t matter what gifts we gave each other.
That’s the kind of relationship we have.
A relationship where we can do anything for each other.
However, why was she so adamant to take ‘Hell Gate materials’ from Lost Day?
‘Gift’ didn’t an this between us.
We’ve never given each other gifts that ant anything.
It was the sort of gift that one would just look at once and throw away.
However, it looks like she has been running around for the last month or two with the goal of extorting Lost Day right from the start.
Perhaps, ‘Hell Gate materials’ wasn’t even part of her plan and it just turned out this way.
I looked at her suspiciously, and asked.
“You, is sothing wrong?”
“…Dude, what?”
“Tell . If there’s sothing I can help you with, I’ll help as much as I can.”
As far as I know, when Taylor acts like this, she’s unsettled by sothing.
She acts selfish, violent, and doesn’t care about anyone else but herself, but in fact, that’s just her defensive chanism lashing out in an aggressive manner.
However, whenever she is in dire trouble, she becos altruistic like now.
I’ve known Taylor for 15 years.
I can just tell sothing is wrong by her expression…
“What are you on about?”
“What?”
Strangely, Taylor looked at with pitiful eyes.
“You can just go and die. A woman painstakingly got you a gift, and that’s all you had to say? You, seriously.”
“No. I’m really worried about you…”
“What’s the point of suddenly worrying about people when you’ve never done so before?”
Staring at her smiling face, a thought crossed my mind.
“You, don’t tell …”
“Huh.”
Looking at my stern face, Taylor stopped smiling and spoke.
“Now that I’m here, can’t I do this?”
“…”
“Do I need a reason?”
More than 10 years ago.
When we were both desperately trying to survive on the battlefield, we made one promise.
To comfort each other, hold each other, protect each other, and look after one another.
But let’s not share our feelings.
It was a ti when I would lose my colleagues, loved ones, and friends day by day.
It was hard enough taking care of oneself, why make it harder by having affections.
So I always drew a line and kept my distance when soone tried to approach .
It was the sa with the other party.
Not because I’m afraid of losing soone, but because I know how the other person might feel when he or she loses .
“It used to be the case. But now, I’ve changed, and the tis have changed.”
Now, I don’t have to worry about tomorrow.
Tonight when I go to bed, I don’t have to worry about the deaths of loved ones, and my loved ones don’t have to grief due to dying.
“…Ugh. You’re annoying, punk. There are serious flaws with your head, and it really hurts to have to explain these things to you.”
“I…”
When I tried to answer, she smiled and gave a slight slap on the back.
“Never mind, I’m leaving.”
Said Taylor calmly before quickly disappearing.
I stood there absentmindedly watching her departing figure.
Only then did emotions welled up inside , and I felt grateful to Taylor.
For so reason, I had a strange sweet and warm feeling.
I don’t know how to describe it.
Sohow, I feel like I’ve found sothing that I had lost a long ti ago.
It was a very strange and uneasy feeling.
But it wasn’t a bad feeling.
After looking at the flowerpot for a while, I carefully placed it down on a nearby workout bench, then turned around to see Celeste staring at .
“…What?”
“I’m done with my exercises.”
With a hoarse voice, she picked up her wooden sword and pointed it at .
“Uh…Right.”
I had no choice but to lift mine as well.
…I haven’t even had the ti to rest.
After returning ho, I carefully placed the flowerpot on my desk, and activated White Witch’s Library again.
‘Spiritual Silver Flower…’
To successfully cultivate this flower, which had been growing inside Hell Gate, a lot of conditions has to be t, most of which are not possible on Earth.
So it’s a problem.
In the first place, I can only go back and forth between worlds, not bring sothing back.
Fortunately, the Client gave a solution.
< There’s a way to resolve this. >
‘Oh? What is it?’
< If you acquire a ‘subspace’ skill, you can bring back things from other worlds, with so restrictions. >
‘Subspace…?’
It’s an ability I’ve never seen in my life.
‘I think I’ve read about it in a popular novel before….Is it sothing like storing things in another space?’
< Yes. >
Just reading the na makes think it would be really difficult to acquire.
‘By the way, is it okay for to absorb such a skill?’
< Subspace is also used by high level wizards and scientists. >
‘Alright.’
Well, the skills of protagonists didn’t abide by common sense in the first place.
< Also, the rate a world collapses is not affected by transporting things across dinsions. >
< Like bringing Yoo Seodam’s homade food next door, it won’t cause much trouble. >
< It may cause significant changes in the world’s science, but in the grand sche of things, it’s only a slight change since the developnt of science is a natural phenonon. >
To sum it up in two words, it’s complicated.
If I get a subspace, I can bring back things from other worlds, and it might even be possible to bring back advanced weapons.
‘That’s a good idea.’
There were many things on Earth that could not be imagined or made today.
Frankly speaking, the aether dispenser I use is not bad, but it’s also a fact that it can’t do much damage to the protagonists relatively to its weight.
However, if I can get a ‘Holy Sword’ weapon like what I saw before, protagonists may beco easier to deal with in the future.
Anyways, I can’t do much about this flower at the mont, but at least I can give it a better environnt.
Although the White Witch’s Library skill seed easier than Vivienda Magic Academy’s magic, it’s actually very unique and difficult to grasp.
I decided to draw a magic circle on the floor to change the concentration of air, spray fairy energy on the soil, filter the sunlight, and after so struggle, filter emotions as well.
It was nothing more than F-Rank magic, the most basic of magic, but it was enough to create a much better environnt than before.
When I breathed in, it was definitely fresh air.
Cleaner than even what one might find in an uncivilized forest.
I can’t believe a plant found in Hell Gate needs such fresh air to grow.
It felt so contradictory, but sohow I felt relieved when I saw the flower appearing more lively than before.
‘…’
It’s the flower Taylor Nine got after going through a lot of trouble.
So, I’m going to raise it diligently.
With that thought in mind, I touched the petals, and the mont I touched it.
A voice was heard.
[…I’m suffocating.]
“W-what?”
Surprised, I jumped back, and instinctively shot out aether from my aether blade.
The voice continued.
[Why are you surprised?]
“Crazy. Was the flower talking just now?”
[Mmhmm.]
It was the voice of a child.
I don’t know whether it’s a boy or girl, but the monotone voice sohow gave a mysterious feeling that reached my heart.
Putting my aether blade down, I approached the flower, and it spoke again.
[Your reaction startled …]
“Isn’t it surprising for a flower to suddenly start talking?”
[…Witches are supposed to be able to hear us.]
“Witch?”
Co to think of it, there was a paragraph in the book that ntioned ‘transcended’ species such as elves and dragons being able to talk to the spirit of the flower.
So witches are transcended species?
Even though I’m not a witch, I have a witch’s skill, so I guess that’s the reason why I can communicate with this spirit.
[…It’s a relief.]
“What?”
[I was scared no one would hear …]
For so reason, it felt strange hearing the spirit spoke so calmly.
To have a conversation with the spirit of the flower, one has to be a transcended species, but only human beings live on Earth.
And there weren’t any beings with intelligence inside Hell Gate.
This spirit was born from death, and would return to death, alone, without bearing any fruit if left inside.
[But you’re a little strange for a witch.]
“Because I’m not a witch.”
When the flower heard my answer, it stayed silent, and after a while, it spoke.
[Yeah. You’re terrible at magic…]
“…”
[Why would you do that if you’re not a witch…?]
When asked such a pure question, I wondered if I should feel hurt or not.
[That…That’s not how you do it.]
“Huh?”
Shwuah…!
From the flower, a light powder ca out and covered my magic circle on top.
Then, the mana flowed slowly, and the magic spell I had drawn on the floor rose into the air.
“W-what?”
It’s carving a magic circle in the air?
I’ve never seen anything like this at Vivienda Magic Academy.
To that extent, the whole magic empire.
What the spirit had just done was a ridiculous feat.
[Why…are you surprised?]
“You, how did you do this?”
[I didn’t do it.]
The petals of the flower shook slightly and made a gesture as if pointing at .
[You did.]
I didn’t know what it ant until now.
What it ant for a witch to be a transcended species.
It was greater and more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.
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