"I just happened to remember clearing out the spoils from those Silver Knights in the Two-dimensional World, thinking that since they could reach the fifth level, each of them should have gained something worthwhile, no matter how weak they might be.
Then I found this, and it seems to be quite effective indeed."
Aiven explained as he pulled an oval-shaped black seed from the pocket of his loose-fitting home clothes and casually tossed it into the freshly dug hole in the ground.
Pa—!
The shell cracked open, and the seed quickly took root and sprouted. In no time at all, it grew into a lush, towering tree over ten meters tall, its branches and leaves dense, and its white flowers as pure as snow. The gentle breeze carried the fragrant scent of flowers throughout half of the courtyard.
