If Paskha had no memory of his past life, he would have listened to his teacher and given up the desire to eat this fruit. In the past, he was Lord Drake, who possessed the invincible fire attack power and could melt even the densest iron. Now, he didn't have the fire attribute, but the water, which really confused him, but that didn't prevent him from possessing the opposite trait to his current main strength.
"Teacher, didn't you say that Drake understands my condition the most? If he wants to eat this fruit, doesn't that mean the effects this fruit will give me will greatly help me?"
Sir Clove did not answer him and could only let out a resigned sigh. "Okay." Sir Clove waved his hand elegantly. Even though the movement was very smooth, a wave came out from his fingertips.
This wave attacks head-on toward the nearest fruit tip and cuts it so it falls right at Paskha. With good reflexes, Paskha caught the fruit with a happy heart.
