The enormous Golden Oak Tree grew unchecked in the courtyard, its spread canopy covering nearly three-quarters of the grounds like a second sky. Around this gigantic plant nurtured by the power of nature, a faint radiance dispelled the eternal gloom hanging over the Umbral Realm. A lush nursery basked in that glow, forever lush and never withering through the seasons.
A breeze blew in from afar, stirring the verdant leaves in the nursery. Amid the gentle rustling, Amun, who had been tending the flowers and plants, raised his head toward the Golden Oak Tree not far away—a figure was quietly leaning against the tree trunk. She had her eyes closed as if dozing, but when the breeze swept past, the lightly sleeping lady slowly opened her eyes, and two gleaming motes of magical light appeared in their depths.
"Back?" Amun greeted her casually. "Go watch some shows yourself. I'm not done here yet."
"I never left in the first place—I merely sent an avatar out to do things 'outside,'" Milmina said, maintaining her reclining position beneath the oak as she lazily glanced up at Amun. "You've been at it for almost an entire day. Still not finished?"
"I'm planning to rearrange things, then find a way to open up another patch of land beyond the courtyard's original boundaries." Amun shook his head, and the two little flowers entwined around his antlers swayed gently in the faint light. "Feilna and Raina said they wanted to plant some bluebell flowers and silverleaf grass. Those are plants unique to the Silver Empire, so they probably aren't suited to growing beside potatoes..."
"Honestly, I don't think anything would look right growing around that vegetable patch of yours—the combination is just too strange," Milmina muttered. Her gaze fell upon Amun's antlers, and when she saw