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.
If these beastmen ever found out she was actually a spiritual plant, they would force her to condense spiritual drops again and again.
They would squeeze them out of her small body until her health broke down. And when she became weak and withered... they would not even let her die in peace.
They would dry her corpse and drink it with water.
Just thinking about it made her leaves shake lightly.
She was truly afraid.
If not because she was migrating with her family that day, she would have never been left behind in this strange mountain.
Her previous home had less and less spiritual energy, so her entire family... almost fifty spiritual plants had slowly begun moving toward a new place. They were traveling together like a small forest, supporting one another.
But somewhere along the way... she was left behind.
Only she knew how much she cried in that unknown place. Every sound of footsteps, every gust of wind, every strange creature that passed by...she thought they would discover her.
For days she hid under a rock, curling herself tightly, not daring to move. But plants could not stay hungry forever. She needed to feed. She needed to absorb energy.
In the end, she had no choice but to come out.
And the moment she did... she was pinned down by this strange plant.
At first she thought her family had returned for her. Her tiny heart had burst with hope. But the moment she saw him clearly, she realized he did not look like anyone from her family. He was not from the same species. He felt like a spiritual plant... yet also not one.
Something about him was always slightly... off.
But she could not think too deeply about it.
Right now, this big strange plant was the only living thing she could rely on in this dangerous mountain. And she was only a five-year-old plant...a baby by beastman standards who had not even completed her first month of growth. Spiritual plants lived for decades. Right now, she was fragile, soft, and completely unable to fight.
So she relied on him.
And honestly... everything had been fine.
He brought her food every day. He guarded her roots when she slept. He even pulled aside small rocks and leaves for her so she could lie down comfortably.
Sometimes he even hummed strange plant-like sounds, as if talking to himself. She thought maybe... this strange plant was not bad at all.
Until the day they were ambushed by a big fox.
That day, she truly thought death had come to claim her. The fox’s shadow covered them from above, its sharp eyes glowing, its claws scraping across stone. Her tiny body froze.
Stove tried to protect her, but everything happened too fast. Before she could even cry out...darkness surrounded her.
And when she woke up...
She was in the home of beast men.
Now she truly didn’t know whether she should cry or faint.
At any moment they could kill her. Or worse... they could chain her like a slave and force her to produce spiritual drops every day.
The entire house was filled with strong Orcs. Their heavy footsteps made the ground shake, and every time someone walked past, her leaves trembled in fear.
She felt like a small leaf caught in a storm.


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