Russell coughed at the girl's polite yet awkward expression.
"Like this?"
The girl sensed the haste behind it. After a brief moment of thought crossed her sweet face, she raised one finger before Russell.
"Get one for Doctor Mobius, Tianhuo, Surtr, Amiya, Miss Shark, and Sister Medea too... and one each for Kiana and Durandal."
She made her request.
Was the price of not pursuing that awkwardness buying a set of pretty clothes for everyone at the potion plantation?
What else could Russell say?
"Sure."
Russell agreed. Then, after some thought, he pulled out a Merlin and tried to imprint the Indian version of his authority acquired from UO—the ability to simulate the sun. He copied more than a dozen of them in batches and handed them to Zeus, letting her temporarily sustain her Lostbelt and several Lostbelts outside through scorched earth methods.
Then he took everyone back to Fae Country.
They happened to arrive atop the Golden Tree's crown—the place where he had fought Morgan and Ash.
The time barrier created through altered breathing was still there, and the girl beside him was truly irresistible.
Unable to hold back, he naturally began another discussion on rice cultivation techniques.
Beyond the tree's boundary.
Red Hare chewed on a carrot. Its urge to betray had flared up again, and it was considering whether to defect next to Mash, Gudako, or Pink Fatty.
Compared to that steed, whose mind was filled with changing employers, Lancelot was far more dutiful.
Like the finest guard, she stood before the Golden Tree, her little face tense.
—She had forgotten about liking the person she loved. Only because the other side had enough restraint not to hold it against her had she narrowly escaped disaster.
Now that she had been assigned gatekeeping duty again, she clearly