Chapter 59: Can I Stay Here?
After delivering the leaves to Ron, Eveum briefed him on the affairs of other Mother Holy Trees. Most of the roots originate from the Plains of Living Burial, as beneath them lie corpses, providing nutrients for the Mother Holy Tree’s roots.
The piles of corpses from countless wars supply the Mother Holy Tree with abundant nutrients. However, this single location only contributes one-fifth of the required nutrients, sustaining numerous Holy trees.
Despite the extensive root coverage, many areas don’t suffer from root withering. This is “thanks to” the temples of the Mother Holy Tree, where locals use its vitality to balance the depleted parts.
In places without temples, residents may turn undead, similar to the bandits Ron encountered. So, outwardly, it seemed like the temples drove away the plague in those areas.
This intensifies people’s admiration for the Mother Holy Tree, believing it rescued the Dual-Colored Realm from an incurable plague.
Wind Veil Basin lacked Mother Holy Tree temples, causing the depleted life force to accumulate elsewhere.
The miracles of the Dual-Colored Realm come at a cost, with some paying the price for the Mother Holy Tree’s healing prayers. Unfortunately, sharing these truths might be met with disbelief or even attract the Great Tree Knights’ censure.
The combat prowess of the Great Tree Knights was formidable, requiring defeating monsters with at least six stages of combat power to join.
“I can no longer suppress the Mother Holy Tree with my current state and magical power. Please help this place,” Eveum implored, pressing her forehead against Ron’s hand.
After unburdening the Green Witches, Eveum felt a significant weight lifted from her shoulders.
She wasn’t sure how Ron would react to this information—whether he would help resolve the issues in the Wind Veil Basin or ignore it, making her question her trust in him. Eveum perceived Ron as a compassionate and noble, willing to help the Phylin tribe and even the witches. Without witches to suppress the roots, the Wind Veil Basin becoming a human hell was only a matter of time.
Ron’s face lit up with sudden realization after Eveum revealed the truth. He quickly grasped many things after Eveum stopped concealing the truth. It seemed one needed an expert explanation. Miss Lilian’s and the system’s words left Ron perplexed.
In simple terms, the Mother Holy Tree was not a benevolent entity. Its church was the antagonist.
“Miss Eveum, you got one thing wrong,” Ron corrected. “Not only does the Wind Veil Basin need help, but you do too.”
Eveum was shocked, remaining silent. “I need help, too?”
Later, she blushed a bit, unsure if she had misunderstood something.
Lilian gracefully approached, arranging some tea in front of Eveum. “Please enjoy.”
Lilian’s appearance brought Eveum back to her senses, and said, “Thank you.”
After completing everything, Lilian quietly left to continue preparing other things in the kitchen.
Qualified maids always appeared and spoke at the right times.
The composed Eveum sighed, “Mr. Ron, I know you saved me once.”
Eveum held immense gratitude towards Ron. However, no one could guarantee that Ron would be able to save her the next time she lost control.
Saving a witch swallowed by the black sludge surely came with a heavy price. Eveum didn’t want Ron to save her again.
“I don’t want you to sacrifice anything more for me,” Eveum sighed.
Ron found it a bit mysterious. Sacrifice? What had he sacrificed?
But that didn’t matter. Ron placed the paper he had put away earlier on the table.
Moluna recognized it and blurted out, “Witch Paradise Project.”
“Yes,” Ron nodded.
Moluna’s cooperation pleased Ron. The innkeeper finally played her part.
“Witches go berserk primarily due to bad moods,” Ron explained.
“Aren’t bad moods negative emotions?” Moluna asked in confusion.
“It’s more or less the same,” Ron waved his hand.
Being consumed by negative emotions, what’s the difference from having a bad mood? There’s no need to split hairs!
“As long as your mood isn’t too bad, you should gradually recover,” Ron said.
“Is that true?” Eveum couldn’t help but ask.
It’s not that she didn’t trust Ron, but what Ron said sounded a bit incredible. If calming down could prevent a rampage so easily, the witches in the dual-color realm wouldn’t lead such miserable lives.
“I know you think Mr. Ron is eccentric, but this is his normal state. Please be at ease,” Lilian said softly after bringing in new snacks.
Ron ignored the attacking Lilian and said, “So, I plan to have the Phylin tribe fix your treehouse.”
Upon hearing Ron mention his treehouse, Lilian couldn’t help but recall the past experiences in her treehouse. Shining beautiful memories, the last image she saw and the voice she heard when leaving the treehouse still lingered. Even though she knew it was all an illusion, that it wasn’t her foster mother coming back—yet, it was enough to make her determined to make a decision.
“Lord Ron, may I make a request?” Eveum asked.
“As long as it’s not too much,” Ron said after a pause, “Windbird Town is not very wealthy.”
If Eveum asked for money, Ron couldn’t help because he had none!
“No, I don’t want anything,” Eveum smiled and shook her head. “I just wanted to ask, could your Windbird Town accommodate a witch?”
