Great Elves, Little Sprites, and Mushroom Birds, Spirit Insects and Mushroom Bugs, Russell had seen them all.
He even had two Amber Worms whose properties were unclear.
So he could be certain that the marvelous little creature living among the branches of the cedar tree was definitely not one of the elves.
"What in the world could it be?"
Russell was still pondering when Little Dream Dragon, regardless of the consequences, snorted out two streams of Dragonflame that were a tad denser than secondhand smoke.
It seemed to be greeting the marvelous little creature in the branches.
"Stop it, Ice Cream, we haven't figured out its identity yet; don't waste your Dragonflame recklessly," Russell said, patting Little Dream Dragon's head, "Of course, if it's just ordinary Dragonflame, you can use it however you want, OK? Just don't waste your essence."
"Gah?" Little Dream Dragon cocked its head, not understanding what Russell was talking about.
