“Wisteria?”
Gio was somewhat pleased.
“Its form resembles wisteria. The petals are closer to lilac, though….”
“I did not know you were interested in vegetation as well.”
Kang Seodam was surprised that “Hunter Seo Gio” knew Earth’s plants. He might have read the organism’s traits through divine privilege, but the recent remark carried a sense of personal preference.
‘Few divinities hold the things of Earth in such attentive care.’
Examining the pale-violet tree with Gio, Kang Seodam nodded.
“It does greatly resemble one of Earth’s plants.”
“Although its pale-violet trunk suggests it is not from Earth.”
“Yes. Most trees native to Earth possess brown trunks….”
“With its color unified like this, the entire tree seems to be a flower. It is truly beautiful.”
At Gio’s words, Garasani, standing beside him, fixed his gaze on Kang Seodam.
“……”
“……”
Kang Seodam recognized the strange pressure.
‘He seems to mean that once the clear is over and the Sun Church gains autonomous rights, we should hand over a share of this tree.’
What manner of unreasonable demand was this from a doting grandfather who had discovered a beloved late-born grandson?
‘If the tree is deeply connected to the clear, there is no telling whether it will remain afterward. And even if it does, it may be classified as important research material or a hazardous substance and be difficult to distribute. There is no chance he fails to understand that.’
This was akin to demanding that someone make flowers bloom in a barren provincial region in winter without magic. And simply because his cherished grandson wanted to see them, he was demanding an immediate miracle. Such absurdity….
“What role does this tree play here?”
“…That is what we must determine…