"Uh... Of course, if you want to become my father, it's not unacceptable..."
Claire sneaked a glance at the giant round bed behind the bedroom curtains, looking for suspicious outlines or disarray.
"The attic."
"What?"
Soon, by following Lu Li to the attic, Claire realized that Lu Li's "temporary stay" was merely staying in their house, not moving into her mother's bedroom.
"No wonder my mother let me take the mission in Midnight City and come back to check on things."
Claire approached the windowsill, admiring the thumb-length green sprouts in the flower pot, then curiously squatted down to observe the buds growing from the wooden boards around the bed.
The flower bud she pinched soon withered; after using alchemy to heal and cultivate it, it turned into a polluted plant, losing its original purity.
"As long as you're around, plants will grow?"
"It seems so."
To a certain extent, it even blurs the boundary of death—even the wood that makes up the floor will sprout again.
