"Good evening, Rana's Memory. Why are you only here now? I've been waiting for you for ages."
Seeing that the seal had finally been lifted, Lin Feng at last had time to greet the brown Aranara.
"On my way here, I was planning to ask you to help manage these little ones."
"Unfortunately, the Withering aura below was far too dense, and none of my messages to contact you received a response."
With just two sentences, Lin Feng revealed his evil intention of becoming a hands-off manager.
"Nara Lin Feng, my blessing is within the flower crown on your head."
"I am happy that you still remember me. And you wove my flower together with the flowers of many Aranara into a crown and wore it. To me, that is the highest honor."
Rana's Memory succinctly explained how it had noticed Lin Feng, then repeated the words it had once spoken during the Utsava Festival.
But unlike last time, "honor" was usually merely Rana's Memory's verbal tic.
Yet in this greeting, Lin Feng could feel the deep sincerity contained within that word.
It really seems to think that my willingness to wear its flower is an honor.
"Rana's Memory, your home should be down below, right?"
"I'll be more careful during the battle later."
Lin Feng thought of that beautiful dreamscape from the story and felt that accidentally destroying someone else's home would not be very nice.
"Nara Lin Feng need not mind it. You have already come as guests. Whether intentional or not, it is an honor to me. I have always hoped to play here with Nara friends."
"And now, that wish has come true. Never before have I been as happy as I am today."
Rana's Memory looked upon the younger Aranara surrounding it, then looked upon