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The flower of the Blue Moon Weed, family Boraginaceae, genus Blue Moon Weed, is a beautiful, refined blue flower.
The petals usually have 4-5 lobes with peculiar patterns.
Its flower language is: full of expectation for a beautiful future love and the pursuit of happiness.
Including: purity, quiet gentleness, and eternal happiness.
"I remember there was a community of Blue Moon Herbs in the Forest fifty years ago, but unfortunately, it seems to have become extinct now."
The old woman gently pushed the plant encyclopedia in front of her towards Frieren, a look of regret in her eyes.
"If I had known earlier that it was the flower the Hero liked, even the young and ignorant me,"
"Should have gone to collect them and raise them."
Frieren's gaze was firmly drawn to the Blue Moon Weed flower in the book.
It had large petals, which should have made it look rough, yet it was rarely and exceptionally refined.
The light blue petals had delicate patterns on them, as if meticulously carved.
Beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
Frieren could hardly imagine how amazing the flower would be to see in reality, when it was already so beautiful even in a flat book.
"It's only fifty years, maybe it's still hidden somewhere."
Frieren gently picked up a piece of white paper and placed it on the page of the plant encyclopedia containing the Blue Moon Weed flower.
A milky white light flickered, Magic was activated, and the content of that page was copied by Frieren onto the white paper without missing a single detail.
"Magic is truly amazing!"
Light reappeared in The old woman's eyes.
She couldn't stop praising Magic.
"Just so-so."
Frieren's lips curled up slightly, clearly happy but always saying the opposite of what she felt.
"Fern, we..."
"Let's... go..."
Frieren looked up to her side, but there was no one there.
Not back yet?
Frieren lowered her head.
Fern, seems to be angry with herself?
"Are you looking for that little Miss?"
The old woman's gaze left the paper and noticed the disappointed Frieren.
"Yes."
"She didn't come along, did you have some kind of conflict?"
The old woman asked gently, a faint smile on her lips.
Conflict, it's been a long time since I felt that.
"She seems to be angry with me. But I don't know what I did wrong."
Frieren pursed her lips, like a little girl who didn't want to admit her mistake.
"Hehe," The old woman gently covered her mouth, chuckling and teasing.
"But Miss Frieren, you don't look like you don't know anything."
"I.."
"I just don't know."
Frieren turned her head away, her cheeks slightly shy.
She rarely lied, and had never lied.
"Miss Frieren, I don't know what happened between you, but I know."
"If you need someone else's help, you have to state the problem clearly, okay?"
The old woman gently held Frieren's hand.
"Just like when I asked Miss Frieren to clean the Hero's statue, I also subtly made the request to add a little decoration."
"Heiter."
Frieren quietly stared at the hand holding hers tightly.
It was clearly a dry, old hand, but it had a warm touch.
"Miss Frieren?"
The old woman furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Well, actually, I was wrong."
Frieren bit her lip.
She slowly began to talk about her thoughts.
...
"So, Mistress Frieren is bullying Mr. Yulian!"
Fern sat pouting.
"Since Mr. Yulian also said that there's a reason why you're not living together. But why is Mistress Frieren so distant when she sees Mr. Yulian, not even saying hello!"
"Why did Mistress Frieren stop me when I said hello to Mr. Yulian!"
...
"Don't like seeing Yulian and Miss Fern being close?"
"So that's it."
The old woman was both enlightened and difficult to understand.
"So, Miss Frieren, do you like Mr. Yulian?"
The old woman asked Frieren with a slight hesitation.
After all, in her opinion, this beautiful elf Mage and the Hero were a couple.
Whether it was personality or appearance, the two were impeccably matched.
Except for lifespan...
The old woman's eyes dimmed slightly for a second.
He didn't stop loving her, he just died.
"How could that be."
Frieren shook her head vigorously, but she didn't know how to describe her feelings for Yulian.
"Yulian, he's somewhere between a friend and an enemy."
"When things are good, he's a good friend like Heiter and the others, but when things are bad, he might become an enemy in the future."
"That's really strange."
The old woman scratched her head helplessly.
Strange feelings.
"Then, Miss Frieren, is it because you dislike Mr. Yulian that you don't want Fern to be close to him?"
"Not really..."
...
"I feel like, probably, maybe Frieren is jealous?"
Yulian took a deep breath.
Jealous?
Help, family, this complex emotion appears on an elf who has lived for thousands of years, it appears on Frieren!
She's jealous of me!
"Frieren doesn't like me, does she?"
While muttering softly, Yulian tightened his clothes and seriously considered what he should do if Frieren tried something forceful.
However, it was destined to be Yulian's own wild imagination.
[Lord Yulian, your ideas are really novel.]
Flenna's speechless voice rang out.
[Even if Miss Frieren is jealous, she's probably jealous that Fern wants to be close to Mr. Yulian!]
"Jealous?"
Fern was a little shocked.
"Mistress Frieren, jealous?"
Fern didn't understand how the two words were connected, but she thought about it carefully and realized that it was possible!
...
"So, Miss Frieren means that every time she sees Fern being close to Mr. Yulian, she feels a little uncomfortable inside,"
"Empty?"
The old woman asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, Frieren nodded rarely.
"So that's it."
The old woman pursed her lips, her eyes wide.
At her age, it was the first time she had seen jealousy happen between two girls.
"So do you know why?"
"I thought I might have been affected by a spell, but I couldn't find anything."
Frieren pouted, a rare glint in the corner of her eye.
She gently touched her chest, feeling a faint, heavy discomfort.
"Ha~"
Confirming Frieren's thoughts, The old woman nodded gently with a smile.
"Miss Frieren, you are jealous."
...
"Jealous?"
Fern was a little disbelieving.
The usually humorless Miss Frieren was jealous because of herself!
"Although I find it hard to believe too, it seems that's the truth."
Yulian covered his head with one hand helplessly.
"Frieren does seem to be jealous because you're close to me."
"So Fern."
...
"So Miss Frieren."
...
"Go find Frieren/Fern and make up!"
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