So, simply, ''those Seed Skills are a chunk of pure magic energy. Now I understand... Wait, then what is this even used for? Myne, who suddenly felt everything become clear, realized that the main problem was still there—he didn''t understand anything except nonsense that seemed useless.

    "It''s pure magic, got it! However, what is it used for, then?" He asked Fenrir with a helpless look.

    However, to his surprise, Fenrir gave him a disdainful look and shrugged her shoulders dismissively.

    "How would I know? I have no idea either. In the first place, there wasn''t any apparent value to these Seed Skills. At least, I couldn''t see any at this moment. If a monster that absorbs the seed dies, it''ll return to the World Tree," She said casually.

    "What the f*ck... After all that drama, in the end, you''re saying there''s no meaning in collecting them?" Myne gave Fenrir a speechless look, which soon turned into anger. Now, he couldn''t wait to teach her a good lesson, but he knew it was pointless—he''d surely get beaten in the end—so he held back.

    "Not really. Remember when I said ''at this moment''? I''ve only heard about these Seed Skills from my mother on a whim when she accidentally mentioned them. Maybe she knows their true use. Since she mentioned it to me, it means there must be some purpose. It''s just that we don''t have any use for them right now. My advice is that you collect some for now. When the time comes, you''ll naturally find out their use. There''s no need to be so impatient," Fenrir explained gently.

    Sigh, she and her mother—damn riddlers. She definitely did it on purpose, Myne cursed under his breath, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

    "By the way," Myne said, suddenly changing the subject, "When are you going to fulfil your promise?" Caught her off guard.

    "What promise?" She asked, pretending to be ignorant.

    "The one you made when you asked for my help with your divine beast mess and saving the Elven race by going back in time. In return, I requested a date with your purple-haired friend who manages your business. Remember?" Myne gave Fenrir a bright smile, ignoring her murderous glare. He even moved closer and nudged her gently with his elbow.

    "Do you want to get beaten? Stop poking your elbow at me! Also, when did I make such a promise? I remember throwing you away in anger. How could I possibly sell out my only friend to a pervert like you? And that too, without her consent?" Fenrir exclaimed, feigning indignation.

    "What?!" Myne protested, his eyes widening in disbelief. He hadn''t expected her to go back on her word. "But... but you didn''t deny my request at that time, so I thought you agreed..."

    "Not denying something is not the same as agreeing! I threw you away in anger—how much clearer could I have been?" Fenrir retorted, her voice rising. She was trying to get rid of his dangerous thoughts about her other form and didn''t want to deal with his antics any longer.

    "All right, all right, if you want to play dirty, don''t blame me for being ruthless," Myne, whose heart crushed brutally, said through gritted teeth, his heart sinking. He took a deep breath and pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of her with a determined glint in his eyes.@@@@

    "If you have the responsibility for your entire race on your shoulders, you also wouldn''t be in the mood to laze around," Aisha, who knew the entire story thanks to someone''s big mouth, then explained the matter to June, making June look at Amy with pity.

    "It is hard to be a princess nowadays," June sighed, then turned to another frank in the family, who was hacking dummies with her heavy wooden sword.

    "Aisha, are we lazy? Except for both of us, the rest of all are training hard, but we are here, sitting, eating snacks, and making jokes about them. Why do I suddenly feel bad?" She asked with a complicated look on her face and took a big bite of cookies.

    "We aren''t lazy, we are normal people who don''t have too many expectations in life, and just want to live a happy, normal, and worry-free life, while those three are different. Well, let''s not talk about that bastard, there is nothing to talk about his dream."

    "Sylphy wanted to become powerful so she doesn''t have to depend on anyone, while Amy is trying to bring her people back to life, but what about us? You wanted to be a cook, while I, a perfect housewife, with no lack of money. What is the point of training like a madman to us?"

    "Even so, we train hard in the morning and evening, so there is no need to feel sad. We are already a hundred miles ahead of other normal people. Just remember whom you are comparing yourself with, then you won''t feel sad," Aisha explained calmly, giving June enlightenment, who finally felt more at ease and picked up another piece of pastry.

    Bang!

    "I am fine, I am fine..."

    Just as both girls were chatting, a loud sound of something falling on the ground attracted their attention, and then came the familiar worried scream of Ocea.

    "Brother Myne, you didn''t get too much hurt, right? We were quite high this time," She asked Myne who was getting off the ground while massaging his right cheek which was hurting like hell as he fell on his face this time.

    "This is nothing. I have handled more than this, but I think this is enough for today. We will continue our flight training tomorrow, and thanks for the trouble, dear," Myne, after his injuries had healed, spoke with a smile while rubbing Ocea''s pink back and thanking her.

    It had been two days since the last time they went to the dungeon of the World Tree, and he got his flight skill, as well as betrayal from Fenrir. But instead of feeling heartbroken, and going behind her to lose his face, he turned his anger and grief into motivation and started learning flying, which turned out to be much more difficult than what others had made it seem.

    At first, he thought it would be very easy, as even a dumb guy like Waffle could do it in one go, but who would have thought that Waffle would turn out to be a natural in flying, a peerless genius, and he, just a nobody without looks and talent, only relying on chests to make a living.

    Even after spending two entire days and smashing his poor buttocks, God knows how many times, he now could hardly fly a few inches over the ground properly. But as soon as he rose high and the speed increased, he would lose balance and fall to the ground.