"Franda, what do you think?"
Link drew his thoughts back and asked softly.
"Master, it's hard for Franda to rebuild a 'small world'."
Franda's voice was choked with the feeling of wanting to cry but holding back, she was just short of directly accusing Link of being inconsiderate.
"New things can't come unless old things go."
Link said with a laugh, "Besides, didn't you dislike those weird-looking creatures?"
"But...but..."
Franda grumbled a few words. Then, she changed the subject and asked, "Master, don't you care about those tea trees that were painstakingly nurtured?"
Link laughed a few times, placidly saying, "We can just transfer all the tea trees into the Sea of Consciousness Small World when the time comes."
"Ah?"
Franda's figure appeared in the Sea of Consciousness Small World, her little face scrunched up in exasperation, declaring in a melancholy tone, "Master, you are determined to make a fuss, right! You're not a good master at all, Franda is unhappy."
