Beneath the Magic Field Grape Vine.
Kroya was staring blankly at a pale white blade of grass.
He had never expected to discover such a pleasant surprise the moment he returned-this unremarkable-looking glowgrass actually harbored a thought like this-
I want to light up the night.
It was a very simple, somewhat childish thought.
In the bright sunshine of daytime, its light was even a little dimmer than that of the other glowgrass.
Compared to its own kind, it looked not only ordinary, but weak.
Yet Kroya could sense that its resolve was unwavering. It was even working hard to absorb more mana, saving it to release at night.
"Glowgrass wants to light up the night."
He really did not know what to make of that. How should he put it? It was just...
This little grass barely qualified as a tier-one magic plant. It absorbed mana, then converted that mana into a gentle white glow.
It was essentially a walking mana lamp, serving more as a decorative feature than anything else.
It was commonly found in nobles' gardens, where its unremarkable glow served as a backdrop for delicate flowers.
In theory, though, it should be able to accomplish something if supplied with enough mana.
Kroya had once heard of a bored Archmage who poured an enormous amount of mana into nightglow grass. Supposedly, its light instantly enveloped the land for hundreds of kilometers around.
Even the night became as bright as day.
But the price was that the terrifying mana dissolved it, reducing it entirely to ash-that single instant of brilliance had cost it its life.
The Archmage had been rather helpless, too.
He had heard that this sort of glowgrass could advance into some exceptionally powerful magic plant, so he had wanted to give it a try. This