The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 74: The Reincarnated Ice Flower

In this world, there were strict laws forbidding harm to such beings. After all, once something developed a mind of its own, it could be considered a "person."

And today, he had encountered an "intelligent plant."

But something about this one was... off.

After all, what kind of plant claims to have reincarnated from another world?

Illiya was left speechless, his mind overwhelmed, with nowhere to vent.

"So, there is a problem, isn’t there?" N’zall suddenly had a bad feeling rise in his chest. "Don’t tell me His Esteemed Elf didn’t notice anything strange about the plants?"

Illiya shook his head. "Not exactly. One of the plants’ thoughts is quite... active."

N’zall’s tense body finally relaxed, and the breath stuck in his throat was finally able to escape.

But before he could finish exhaling, a certain light elf spoke again in a quiet, eerie tone.

"It’s just that the plant’s thoughts are too active," Illiya "cruelly" revealed the truth. "So active that I’m beginning to feel like it’s not a plant... but a person."

The breath N’zall had just started to let out immediately lodged in his throat again, leaving him stuck in a state of neither inhaling nor exhaling, turning his face red.

"Your Highness, can’t you just say everything in one go?" N’zall coughed a few times, speaking up with some grievance. "So... are you saying the wheat or oat seeds we planted turned into spirits?"

Illiya looked helpless. "That’s exactly why I asked you what kind of seeds you bought."

"Let me ask you this: do you believe wheat seeds can turn into spirits? Or oat seeds?"

N’zall and Ke’Oth shook their heads without hesitation, not even taking a moment to consider it.

N’zall said, "That’s impossible. It’s not that ordinary crops can’t become spirits, but that it’s way too difficult to make it happen."

Ke’Oth added, "Who would be rich enough to feed high-grade intelligence awakening potions to everyday crops on a regular basis? Not to mention whether it even works—just the price of those potions alone is jaw-dropping. Who has the time or coin to awaken the intelligence of plain crops? What, is their house overflowing with gold coins?"

"If that’s really the case, could you spare me a few?"

Everyone else: "..."

Are all demons like this? Where did your demon pride go?!

Illiya rubbed his forehead, his expectations for demons dropping lower and lower... until they hit rock bottom.

If this was what demons were like, then why did historical books describe them as cunning, greedy, and utterly evil?

Illiya glanced at the two demons grinning beside him and fell silent. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Dear gods... he finally understood how exaggerated historical accounts could be.

Rumors were not to be trusted.

The elf strongly agreed.

Illiya gave it some thought and quietly extended his magic power to connect with the plants in the field again, hoping to gather more information—at the very least, to find out what kind of species this overly lively plant actually was.

[ Sunbathing~ Sunbathing~ warm warm sun~ I love the sun~ ]

[ I’m truly a genius ]

[ It’s feels great! The only problem is I don’t know what kind of grass I am. Why is my growth cycle so long? I really don’t understand. ]

[ What? I’m an Ice Flower? Not grass?! Whatever, I’m looking no different from grass anyway. ]

[ Plant me in ice? Don’t try to trick me! I graduated from nine years of compulsory education. Plants are supposed to photosynthesize, right? Don’t feed me pseudoscience. I believe in science! ]

[ Not listening, not listening, chanting spells~ ]

Everything was going surprisingly smoothly, yet Illiya’s expression was oddly complicated.

It seemed that this grass—no, this flower—may have scrambled its brain during the dimensional travel. Its species name already clearly told everyone where it should be planted.

How could something not suited to extremely cold climates be called "Ice Flower"?

Well, whatever. It had been reincarnated, after all—who knew where it came from?

Although Illiya had no idea what "science" was, as long as the plant believed in it, that was good enough.

Illiya took a deep breath and turned to Ke’Oth. "Do you still remember who sold you the seeds?"

Ke’Oth scratched his head and began recalling the events of that day.

"I kind of remember. Maybe because that guy was so unusual—it really left an impression on me. The person who sold me the seeds was a beastkin. Judging by the aura around him, he was from one of those tribes that live in the snowy mountains."

Illiya had an epiphany. Everything made perfect sense now.

"I see. No wonder nothing else would grow in this field. But to be honest, the dozen or so crops you did grow... their quality is actually quite impressive."

Ke’Oth & N’zall: ???

Seeing their confused expressions, Illiya, in an exceptionally good mood, began explaining the cause, process, and result. "Here’s the situation. The beastkin who sold you the seeds came from the snowy mountains. Which means, naturally, he brought seeds from his homeland. It was a plants that thrive in the cold environment."

Seoryun, who had overheard the gist of the conversation, also started forming his own hypothesis. After a moment’s thought, he too understood what Illiya was getting at.

"Are there really not many intelligent plants in the Snowy Mountains?" Seoryun asked.

"Yes," Illiya replied, "but you’re not planting grass—no, not grass, it’s not a crop either. You planted a flower, a flower from the Snowy Mountains."

Ke’Oth immediately understood. He didn’t need Illiya to continue explaining; he now knew what he had planted.

It turned out to be the Ice Flower, which needs to grow in cold ice, it’s no wonder all the crops he planted couldn’t survive.

At this point, Illiya sympathetically looked at Ke’Oth. "This time, you can’t take the blame. You really didn’t plant something that would die."

Ke’Oth choked. "...Thank you for your comfort."

"You already know the outcome," Illiya said without hesitation. "Everyone knows the Ice Flowers. Unless it’s a plant of the same attribute, nothing can withstand its natural coldness, even if it’s just a seed."