Kali had been contracted as a Man-Eating Tree Dragon Elf for quite some time, and a Man-Eating Tree plantation had already been established in Tinder City. Yet the trees' purpose had never been found.
These trees produced no food and were not particularly attractive. At most, their timber was of decent quality, but their trunks were far too thin.
Thus, Kali's status as a Dragon Elf had previously been rather chicken-ribbed—seemingly marvelous, a Dragon Elf that only dragon-raising families could cultivate. Yet its value was probably limited to keeping Liszt company in conversation—though its race was the Man-Eating Tree, it could really only catch a few commoners to eat.
Against knights, even ancient magicians were unreliable, and the Man-Eating Trees could only move under Kali's control.
Though no one had said it aloud, Kali could sense its awkward position, as well as the faint regret Liszt felt toward it.
So it had been holding in a great breath of frustration. After going out several times with batches of Man-Eating Trees, it had finally found a mutated variety—the Ogre Tree.
This was the name Liszt gave the new variety after examining the Man-Eating Tree magical herb.
A Chaos-quality magical herb. Its concentration was not especially high, but considering that the entire tree could be refined into magical medicine, the yield should not be too poor.
"Kali, I have never thought you were unimportant. You are my first Dragon Elf, and you hold a very important place in my heart," Liszt said charmingly.
Hearing this, Kali puffed out its chest. "Hmph!"
It looked disdainful, but in truth cared deeply about Liszt's opinion. After all, the power of the contract had subtly caused it to develop favorable feelings toward him.
"Then, from now on, please help the plantation serfs plant more Ogre Trees."