Chapter 77: The Flower That Woke Up
He was terrified that the elf’s next sentence would be, "There’s no hope."
Illiya didn’t notice the demons’ shifting moods. As he began to speak about magic, his entire demeanor became focused. The confidence ingrained in his very bones made him appear even more radiant.
"This is my plan: I intend to use an ice-type magic scroll to create an environment imbued entirely with ice magic, then pair it with a time scroll to rapidly accelerate the Ice Flower’s growth."
N’zall and Ke’Oth looked utterly confused. They didn’t fully understand what he meant.
Using an ice-type magic scroll to simulate a suitable habitat for the Ice Flower, and then using a time scroll to speed up time? Help—individually they understood the words, but put together like this, it made no sense to them!
Could this kind of operation even work?
As magic illiterates, they were naturally doubtful.
Seoryun, however, understood the idea, though he was more concerned about the experiment’s likelihood of success. Just because something sounded theoretically possible didn’t mean it would work in practice.
"Illiya, how confident are you?" Seoryun couldn’t help but remind him. "You know that magic scrolls aren’t exactly easy to control. And especially the time scroll—time has never been something easily handled."
Illiya was, of course, well aware of the risks, but the fact that he dared to bring it up meant he was confident.
"Do you know why the Elven Forest is able to export so many different fruits to the continent every year?"