Stove soon finished his portion in many huge bites, chewing like a hungry beast who had not eaten for three days.
Every time he bit down, the big roasted leg shook, and even the little flower trembled along with it.
She stared at him with wide eyes, her petals slightly curled in fear. Why did she feel like this plant was becoming less and less like a spiritual plant the more she watched him eat?
She slowly lowered her gaze and wondered if she had landed herself in trouble.
He did not feel like a spiritual plant… but at the same time, he had a very strange and unique energy around him. It was warm and clean.
It was something that made her want to stay close to him no matter what. As a spiritual plant herself, she knew very well how dangerous that thought was. She knew how much she had to hide her existence.
Because with the greed of beastmen… her ending would never be good.
