Chapter 81: A Flower’s Dignity (and Its Price)
Swallowing down a mouthful of metaphorical blood, Juwon could only go along with the elf’s words. With a shocked expression (though, as a plant, his face couldn’t actually show such complexity), he said,
"Really? I really helped a lot?"
Hearing that, Ke’Oth quickly shifted from being a mere spectator to an active participant.
As one of the top figures in the demon race, he certainly understood the deeper meaning behind putting on a show. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with using such a hypocritical trick to fool a flower.
Demons never had integrity in the first place, right?
Ke’Oth put on a deeply touched expression.
"Really? Ice Flower, you’ve agreed? Thank you so much. You know, everything I try to grow ends up dying. The fact that you can survive in my care is already a miracle. And now you’ve even agreed to attend the first-ever Demon Plant Appreciation Festival—this solves a huge crisis for me. I honestly don’t know how to thank you."
Juwon: "..."
We’re both old foxes—what’s the point of pretending otherwise?
Don’t think he couldn’t tell that this infuriating demon was just going through the motions. If you’re going to act, at least put some effort into changing your tone! It was so flat he could barely tolerate it.
Even flowers have dignity!