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The monastic rules of Bota Monastery were absolute—no men and no male creatures were allowed to enter or remain within its premises, let alone ascend Yongbong Peak.

With no room for argument, the young nuns resigned themselves to saying their farewells to Huali, allowing us to leave the monastery peacefully with our new companion.

"Take care, Huali. Stay healthy."

"Please be well."

Their faces showed deep regret, but strangely enough, Huali didn’t seem sad at all. If anything, the creature exuded a sense of relief and satisfaction rather than sorrow.

And I had a pretty good idea why.

Just as Huali was being moved onto the ship, it turned toward the nuns and spat water at them.

"Huali must be sad too. It’s probably shedding water instead of tears."

"I’ll miss you, Huali."

The nuns interpreted the act as a farewell gesture, but beside me, Cho tilted its head in confusion.

— Tsrrt?

As expected, my hunch was correct.

Huali wasn’t expressing sadness—it was furious.

Cho relayed the creature’s emotions to me through our connection.

"It’s angry?"

— Tsrrt!

It seemed that Huali was resentful over having been neglected for ten years without proper food.

That made sense. Amphibian tadpoles usually have an insatiable appetite, consuming as much as they can before metamorphosis. But Huali had been starving for a decade.

So, in an attempt to mend our relationship, I decided to fulfill my promise and feed it the moment we set sail.

"Alright, let’s give it some food as promised."

After offering a final bow to Sword Mistress, I stepped into the cabin, ready to feed Huali.

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