The young pilgrim had never seen Flourishing Kindling.
Everything he knew about Flourishing Kindling had come from what others told him.
Even the lord who liked him most had never seen Flourishing Kindling.
But both the lord and he himself knew one thing very clearly.
Without Flourishing Kindling, without that prosperous and thriving era, they likely would not have survived to this day.
So, the young pilgrim had to fulfill the lord's wish.
For him, and for himself.
Most players also had a fairly positive impression of this young pilgrim.
Though he was only a child, he possessed remarkably simple faith and steadfast will. He was polite without being timid around strangers, addressing every player as big brother or big sister.
The only troublesome part was that players had to protect him while dealing with monsters. And since there was only one chance per instance, the difficulty of exploration skyrocketed.
However, something unexpected happened.
Although the young pilgrim was very weak and had not even kindled a flame, he was incredibly tough and absurdly resistant to getting beaten up.
"Roar—"
A plant symbiotic with a man-eating flower opened its huge mouth and swallowed the terrified young pilgrim whole, chewing down hard. Its sharp teeth ground together with a crunch as blood splattered everywhere.
"Oh no!"
The Prison Player's heart skipped a beat. He hurried over, killed the man-eating flower, and tore open its bud.
The Prison Player had assumed the young pilgrim was probably dead.
But when he ripped open the bud, he stared in astonishment. The young pilgrim had only suffered superficial injuries. He was covered in blood and looked terrifying, but that was all.
"Ah—so close—I almost died—whew, good thing the thing's okay—"
Under the Prison Player's dumbfounded gaze, the young pilgrim grimaced as he got to his