"Paimon, let's see if you still dared to be so greedy in the future." While Paimon spat out the Magic Water, Lumine took the chance to lecture her. Paimon's origins were extraordinary; otherwise, with the way she ate, something would have happened long ago. She had no idea how many good things from Shen Fei she had eaten, yet her strength was still only one-fifth of a wild boar's. If it had been someone else, it would have been enough to raise an ordinary person to rival a Vision wielder.
"I was just curious." Paimon smiled sheepishly.
"I heard a legend about this place before. The Fate Goddess wrote stories onto paper with ink, and through the hands of the Creation Goddess, those stories were given life," Nel said slowly.
"If that's the case, no wonder the tavern is so important to the forest." Paimon looked as if she had just understood.
"Then those residents suffering from Fading must have forgotten their stories because the ink inside them dried up and faded away." Nel spoke with a trace of sorrow in her expression. She had arrived in this fairy-tale world a day before Shen Fei and the others, so she knew quite a bit about the forest. Many residents here suffered from Fading.
"Then as long as we find a way to make this Magic Water, we should be able to save them," Shen Fei said.
"That's right. There are still other places that need our help. Afterward, we can ask Elder Almond about the Magic Water."
After saying goodbye to the two field mice who were still bickering, the group headed toward the next place that needed help.
"Elder Almond." On the way, they encountered Elder Almond and a Paper Giraffe. Elder Almond had come here to look after