"Don't rush, you might want to hear a story first."
The Witch took a half step back, watching Roger's facial expressions closely as she began to speak.
Roger clenched his fists, the flame on his palm disappearing.
"You'd better be persuasive."
The distance between the two was so close that Roger was confident he could kill her within three strikes!
"Long ago, this place wasn't known as Sleeping Valley. The entire kingdom was famous for its roses, and during the blooming season, the roses that spread throughout the kingdom turned it into a sea of flowers."
"Among them, a red rose as crimson as blood was the most precious. Its blooms were like flames, each one worth a city's ransom."
"But what no one knew was that every inhabitant here was not human. They ground the corpses of regular people to nourish the soil, while their souls were infused into the plants."
"That's how the legendary Fire Roses came about."
