The next day.
Before renovating the castle, Kroya first went to the terrace garden, holding the precious bottle of Water of Life the oak had given him.
He had never dared to open it.
Like a bottle of wine, it was sealed with an oak cork pushed straight into the mouth. Once opened, some of the magic power inside would escape even if he put the cork back.
This was the famous Water of Life, after all.
Even losing a little of its power would pain him.
The body's original owner had heard many rumors about the Water of Life at the Mage Association.
This extraordinary liquid was actually a wondrous, naturally formed Magic Potion—it flowed from the River of Negative Light beneath the roots of the third-generation descendants of the World Tree guarded by the Elves, then passed through their sacred Worldwood, absorbing who knew how many unique auras from Magic Plants and Magical Beasts along the way.
It was, in essence, a Magic Potion that only an intricate and special natural array could produce.
Its effects were equally astounding. For Magical Beasts and Magic Plants, it was practically a key to evolution.
That oak had probably absorbed Water of Life to grow into its current form.
Honestly, a moment's thought could yield countless uses for a Magic Potion of this caliber, but... not only had he already promised the oak, the sunflower genuinely deserved it.
It was one of the first Magic Plants he had planted after arriving here, bore the Rainbow Poem he had inscribed, and shared a mental connection with him in everyday life.
"So don't let me down."
He approached the sunflower. The Sunflower Sprite had already landed on his shoulder and, seemingly sensing something, curiously examined the bottle in Kroya's hand.
Its voice sounded