Russell had seen Great Elves, Little Elves, Mushroom Birds, Spirit Worms, and Mushroom Bugs.
He even had two Amber Bugs of unknown attributes.
So he could rule out with certainty that the magical little creature living among the snow cedar branches was some kind of elf.
"What exactly is it?"
Russell was still pondering when the Little Dream Dragon, heedless of everything, puffed out two streams of dragonflame from his nostrils, only slightly thicker than secondhand smoke.
It seemed to be greeting the magical little creature in the branches.
"Don't, Snowcake. We still haven't figured out what it is, so don't waste dragonflame recklessly." Russell patted the Little Dream Dragon's head. "Of course, if it's ordinary dragonflame, use as much as you want. Just don't waste the source."
"Gah?" The Little Dream Dragon tilted his head, not understanding what Russell meant.
But the dragonflame from the Little Dream Dragon's nostrils seemed to have awakened the magical little creature in the snow cedar branches. It suddenly stirred from its slumber.
Then—
Its body, which had seemed to be made of magical light, quietly transformed into something real, a true presence within the Dark Dreamscape.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..." A string of bell-like laughter came from the magical little creature.
It quietly entered the Dark Dreamscape, then swiftly circled around Russell and the Little Dream Dragon.
"Gah!" The Little Dream Dragon was thrilled.
Russell, meanwhile, was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had ever seen a magical creature enter the Dark Dreamscape of its own accord.
After all—
Even a Wyvern could not glimpse the Dark Dreamscape in the slightest!
"What... what is going on here?" Russell's gaze spun with the magical little creature, his shock beyond words.
The Sword Butterfly quietly followed the magical little creature, fluttering