What to Do with a Cup That Was Easy to Take but Hard to Use

Taking the cup away was no problem. Hill had countless ways to keep its faint life magic flowing.

After all, Amaunator was better suited to attack than survival.

But Hill knew the cup would be much harder to use than to take.

He had no interest in helping resurrect the Sun God.

Still, even if Hill did nothing, the cup might wake up and teleport straight into the hands of some lucky soul who happened to be singing the sun's praises.

And it would take a few Flower Fairies along with it.

That thought made Hill deeply uncomfortable. Seeing how sweet and innocent Vera was, he was glad he had arrived first.

Otherwise, Vera and her companions might well have had their minds wiped and ended up as tireless gardeners.

These Fairies had been cut off from the outside world for over a thousand years. They had no idea how harsh it would be for them.

A human Mage's first thought on seeing them would be that the Mage Tower's botanical garden finally had someone to tend it.

Hill fell silent for so long that Vera and the other Flower Fairies watched him for a while, then went off to play with the Wood Elemental Spirits.

They had been lonely for over a thousand years, with no one to talk to but one another. They had long since had enough of it.

Now that so many visitors had arrived, all about their own size, they had no desire to think about anything else. They would play first.

Their big friend from nature had already promised to take them out. The Flower Fairies did not care what Hill was pondering.

What did brooding have to do with Fairies?

Hill stood, took out the cup, and began pouring Holy Water into it.