Reef Island.
After hearing the angel's words, Kroya wore a decidedly strange expression, because the method the angel had offered him...
Was to plant magic plants that would draw on the power of the Divine Envoy Deimos, who had been forced into slumber inside the water lily, using his power to grow special magic plants and strengthen himself.
This would slowly whittle away Deimos's power, ensuring he could never awaken.
-Whether at first glance or after careful consideration, it seemed like a fine method.
But the angel just had to add, "The fruit of magic plants grown this way is equivalent to a Divine Envoy's flesh and blood. It tastes wonderful!"
That instantly made things strange.
Still, to be honest, this suggestion... really did make Kroya a little curious about what kind of fruit could leave an angel so eager, and how it would taste.
"How should I do it, then?" he asked.
This time, however, the angel offered no direct answer. "Lucky friend, please think it through yourself."
Generally, this meant it was something Kroya could accomplish himself, which was why the angel provided no explanation. Kroya had more or less grown used to it.
Since he could manage it himself, Kroya asked no further questions. After a brief hesitation, he decided to take stock of his gains first.
Naturally, his oak friend came first.
He reached out and released his magic. Wrapped in the three-colored halo was a small sapling that looked rather like a leafy vegetable.
Generally speaking, a soul offered the most direct reflection of a creature's true state. Kroya's soul, for instance, had long since been wrapped in three-colored radiance, shining almost like a string of festive lights.
Of course, that was not important. What mattered was that his soul looked essentially the same as