Puji Calendar, Year 700, Pink Puji Estate.
As a place sacred in the hearts of Pujis, being able to come here even once was the lifelong dream of many Mushroom Race members.
Inside the estate at that moment.
"Mmm—nice. Massage my feet some more. Foot massages feel the best." Alama lay relaxed in Inanna's arms, enjoying his daughter's finest massage in the Puji world.
After more than two years, Alama had long since completely adapted to his identity as a Puji.
A massage was simply his daughter showing filial devotion. He had spent his entire life fighting and toiling away; now that he had become a Puji after death, it was only right for him to enjoy himself.
In fact, after personally experiencing Inanna's technique a few times, Alama had already forgiven Elwin in his heart.
No Puji could withstand this technique.
Unfortunately, while Alama no longer minded, that shameless old man Elwin could not bring himself to let Inanna hold him again.
Still, he was hardly lacking people to hold him. Being fought over by that Mermaid and Elf every day—what a blessed life.
After enjoying himself to the fullest, Alama finally hopped off his daughter's lap and gave up his spot to Cave Four, who had been waiting eagerly beside them for ages.
As he left, Alama could not help glancing again at a Puji standing in the estate's shadows.
For some reason, Alama felt an inexplicable aversion toward that Puji, despite having met it only a few times.
But they did not know each other and had never even spoken, so Alama could only assume that he had simply gotten a bad first impression.
Gently kneading Cave Four's short legs, Inanna seemed somewhat absent-minded.
She gazed at the mushroom fields beneath the sunlight outside the window. "Cave