"Jela, stop!"
Liszt reprimanded the still mischievous Jela, and before the thorns had time to grow, he plucked the green thorn sprout from Loki's head.
The green light on top of the head flickered and vanished in an instant.
Loki, not understanding the reason, let out a meaningless cry: "Lok-da!"
And continued to walk.
Douson Avenue had been renovated to be even smoother, with apple orchards growing lush on both sides of the road, bearing no fruit this year since they were recently transplanted. But the Apple Tree Cordyceps was covered with green apples, clearly having grown at least twice its size.
Its branches and leaves spread out, providing a cool shade.
Under the tree, tables, benches, and rocking chairs were neatly arranged.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
Jela flew up to the apple tree, clutching a green apple and swinging it; the apple didn't touch the ground, but it clearly had become Jela's plaything, as she liked to swing on it.
They soon arrived at the castle entrance.
