The Artist Who Paints Dungeon
Chapter 4
Rustle…
“……”
A long and pale hand disturbs the delicately dried light sky-blue flower petals.
It was Gio.
“Hmm.”
He was making medicine.
“Seems like all have dried up now.”
It has been eleven days since he dried the boiled Vaivamnil flowers on Salasala tree leaves.
The flowers, dried under the warm breeze and sunlight, hardly emitted any scent. It was a different feeling from the strong fragrance that had emanated when they were first boiled in water to remove the toxins.
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