Of course, Weed had no interest in flowers. However, he would never answer like that.
“Flowers have a good scent. I love the peaceful scene of butterflies and honeybees hovering around beautifully blossoming flowers. There’s no pleasure like lying in a field of grass and taking in the refreshing air.”
This was Weed, who would become immersed in hunting in a dark dungeon while only carrying a torch.
A dungeon with stale air, disgusting smells, and unknown things appearing the further one travels. Weed found pleasure in hunting like a maniac in places like that.
It was a depraved sensitivity!
However, he always showed care when dealing with Prina. It was because he did not want to shatter the dreams of a little girl yet.
Prina became happy while clapping her hands.
“Is that so? That’s great. Then will you listen to a small favor of mine?”
“Speak your will.”
“I heard that you were headed to the Valley of Death. Do you think you could sow some seeds there? If only the flowers of hope would bloom in the place where the aura of evil and death gather. Looking after these small seeds until the bloom into flowers will take a lot of effort. If they do blossom, then my newly-made friend would be happy.”
*Ttiring!*