Wu Pifu, the three little animals, and the Golden Tree all gathered around the Perfect Fruit, staring eagerly at the watermelon-sized fruit.
According to the information preserved from Mirror Land, the Perfect Fruit had not formed naturally. It had arisen from obsession and fantasy, but because it had been infused with the supernatural power of Mirror Land's original civilization—its final infusion at the moment of that civilization's destruction—it had turned from illusion into reality.
It could be called a miraculous fruit, something that should never have existed.
"...Then let's eat it together." Wu Pifu wiped away his drool several times before finally speaking.
The little animals and the Golden Tree had no objections, but they did not say much either.
In truth, after obtaining the fruit, the closer they looked at it and the more they recognized that it could be eaten, the more reluctant they became to eat it.
The feeling was difficult to describe. Perhaps it was because it was simply too perfect. Once they ate it, would the world not be missing one perfect thing?
The three little animals and the Golden Tree were perhaps in just such a state of mind...
"...No."
Beelzebub watched as Wu Pifu cut open the Perfect Fruit. An indescribable fragrance began to spread through the air, and even its voice trembled as it spoke. "This fruit is exerting some sort of informational influence on us at the psychological level. It is a strange living creature. It does not want to die."
Wu Pifu silently nodded, then placed four differently sized portions of fruit flesh before the three little animals and the Golden Tree's flowerpot. The four portions did not appear equal, but they had been divided according to their current sizes, and in truth, the distribution was exact down to the