Brain bloom

Mori shook his head: "She... vanished."

"This is the path she chose herself. Since there are no regrets, passing away is also a beautiful ending."

"...Is there no way to revive her? Can Yi Yun be used on her?"

"If the Rose Queen's soul is truly, as we have heard and understood, the opposite of the Primordial God, yet equally supreme darkness, then unfortunately, even our Winged Clouds are not qualified to summon her back from the cycle of reincarnation..."

Although he had this intuition for a long time, Sen Shi still felt a deep sense of regret after hearing Dandelion explain it in a serious manner.

However, before she could begin to feel compassion, Dandelion moved her bottom off her little wooden chair and placed it next to Mori—along with herself.

A serene and comforting natural scent wafted in from the side, which Mori absorbed. Mixing with Mori's scent, Fufu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, thinking she had been abandoned in the wild by her older sister Mori. Thankfully, she hadn't—and so Fufu peacefully drifted back to sleep.

This feeling was quite pleasant to Mori, and his vigilance gradually faded.

Dandelion, sitting next to Mori, asked softly, "But—why do you wish for the Rose Queen to be resurrected?"

"……Well."

“You have met. She used your existence to satisfy her longing for the primordial god and to satisfy her own long wait... and she got the result: you are not the real Him. And you also satisfied your own curiosity—although you didn’t tell me, when you talked about the birth of your soul, your tone was one of no regret.”

This time, Mori became a listener, but the words from Dandelion couldn't keep her quiet as a listener; she felt something deep within her soul was being shaken.

"So, at this point, all your regrets have come to an end. The Rose Queen, like the Four Seasons, chose to end her life gracefully, and you shouldn't even think about waking her up anymore."

"Theoretically speaking, that's how it is..."

"So, you've fallen in love with the Rose Queen, whom you've only met once? Do you want to impregnate our ancestors, or the other way around? Otherwise, I really can't understand why you still have regrets."

At this point, Dandelion stopped talking, seemingly wanting to give Morishi some space to think for himself. So, she left Morishi with the words, "I'm going to take a bath. You can think about it yourself—but don't forget whose dandelion you kissed," and silently departed.

The natural aura of the Four Seasons immediately faded, leaving only Mori's own.

She stood with her arms crossed, lost in thought.

……

Until he took off his clothes and got into bed, Mori hadn't figured out what answer he should use to decide this matter. However, resurrecting the Rose Queen was a completely clueless matter, and Dandelion's words gave Mori a glimmer of hope to his chaotic mind.

Having finished his bath, Mori, dressed in warm cashmere pajamas, sat by his bed, arms crossed, continuing to question himself, trying to uncover his true thoughts. What was it that kept shaking him?

Just as she was about to arrive at the answer—

"Knock, knock, knock." The gentle knocking awakened Mori from the depths of his soul.

She opened her eyes and found a girl standing at the door of her dormitory room—a girl she knew all too well, Shiki. And every time she mentioned or thought of this girl, Mori felt a strange fear.

"Princess, you... what brings you here so late at night?" Mori wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

"It's cold. The magical heating device in my room is broken." She said casually, then pretended to hug her shoulders as if she were very cold.

"I'll fix it for you!"

Dandelion looked regretful: "It's completely ruined, because it's turned into powder. What a pity. I don't know any other magic to warm up the house. After all, I'm a nature magician, and I only know how to summon some cute plants. They can't breathe fire."

Mori was surprised: "...Can you really talk about something like this?"

Several images from the depths of his memory surfaced, and Mori Toki simply didn't believe such nonsense.

Before she could object, Dandelion's slippers had already stepped into the room. Since their living conditions had improved, the two of them rarely spent the night together, and the night had given Dandelion a strange and unfamiliar beauty.

So, watching enviously as a charming girl walked slowly into his dormitory with a smile, Sen's heart began to race. Half of it was shyness, and the other half was a deep-seated fear.

What is she trying to do?

With a body more agile than a cockroach, Mori quickly moved from the edge of the bed to the other end, making sure she was close to the window so she could escape at any moment. She peeked out the window and saw rows of believers still worshipping and praying outside God's dwelling place.

Although it's not exactly a good story that the great coffin bearer fled in his pajamas, it's still better than the news of his sudden death.

"Come here." Dandelion sat down and patted the mattress.

"...What are you doing?"

"Don't be so afraid." Dandelion's smile deepened. "I was just thinking of using this night to explore the essence of the soul with you."

Why does that sound so suspicious? Mori didn't believe it, of course. Then, she saw Dandelion's fingers twitch, as if releasing some kind of low-level magic, spreading an invisible substance into the air.

Then, a strange, fluttering feeling welled up inside him, making Mori feel comfortable and happy. It was like being woken up by an alarm clock from a warm, cozy bed in the dead of winter, resentful that he had to go to school again—only to be surprised to find that it was actually the weekend and he could sleep in a little longer.

In Sen Shi's view, dandelions are like that quilt.

It was an irresistible, sweet temptation; her hands and feet moved uncontrollably.

Let it go...

Even if today is actually Monday and I really have to go to school, I'll pretend I don't know and just let it pass by... I'll indulge in the warmth and comfort of being able to sleep a little longer.

Coming to her senses, Mori had already obediently moved closer to Dandelion, and her will was so weak that she couldn't resist. Unconsciously, she reached out and hugged Dandelion to her chest... What a petite but soft body.

Sen Shi took a deep breath, inhaling the myriad scents. The rich natural aroma, the elegant sweetness of dandelions—she felt as if she were embracing an entire verdant forest, an incomparable treasure in the world. Although she was inwardly cursing, wondering what kind of computer parts the dandelion had used, it was undeniably comforting.

Just holding this girl like this, occasionally inhaling her scent, seems to make life feel complete.

"Hmm, good boy." Dandelion's little hand stroked Sen Shi's hair.

"Princess...what is it you... sob..."

"Hey, as expected of the Coffin Conveyor, even after being tempted by the natural magic passed down through generations of the royal family, you still dare to ask me questions." She said with a condescending attitude, fiddling with the little flower buds of the forest. "As long as it is a plant, it will submit to the Seasons Conveyor—and the Seasons Conveyor itself is no exception."

“Damn it… Ah—” A soft, seductive voice suddenly flowed slowly from Mori Toki’s mouth.

Because the dandelion's fingers had touched the most sensitive spot on the strawberry bud. Unfortunately, Mori had produced quite a few buds this time, so even after the dandelion had its fill of one, there was still room for another.

Mori had lost all ability to resist; her will had been shattered by this dreamlike sweetness. She didn't know what would happen to her next, but... as long as it was comfortable... it wasn't impossible.

Her breathing became thick and sweet, as if honey had been added, a tone that was never heard before.

With a light laugh, Dandelion said, "Coffin bearer, you'd better keep your voice down. There's a huge crowd of your followers gathered outside. If your shameful voice gets out, hehe."

"This is a wonderful way to play," Dandelion thought. To be able to freely manipulate the supreme true god, whom tens of millions of people have passed down the word of and wholeheartedly believe in, right in the very center of the Holy Coffin Kingdom, in the abode of God.

With a gentle push, she shoved the increasingly limp Moritoki onto the bed. Then, she used that mysterious magic again, spreading a dense power into the air. In any confined, poorly ventilated place, anything—plants, even gods—could become her playthings.

"Pajamas are such a nuisance." Dandelion slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

In Mori's hazy eyes, "Don't do this" and "Hurry up" were written. His left hand tried to hold his clothes tighter, while his right hand wanted to unbutton them himself. Of course, Dandelion, having removed her pajamas, immediately pounced on him affectionately, skillfully unbuttoning each button.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the coffin carrier's skin is amazing, I really want to take a bite."

"Wow...this plain is so pitiful—hmm? How come it's still bigger than me? Fate is so unfair...I wonder if Ruru will shrink..."

"The coffin bearers are really funny."

In her hazy consciousness, Mori felt her body being manipulated by Dandelion in various ways. She tried to resist, but was immediately overwhelmed by the stimulation from all directions.

And those lingering words in her ears made her feel both ashamed and comfortable.

Aside from uncontrollable moans, Mori could only shed a few tears, further blurring her vision.

But strangely, after playing with the girl like this, why is she still not doing anything else? Even if this is the first time the dandelion has seen the girl's skin and is beginning to explore the mysteries of the body, shouldn't it have satisfied its curiosity and ended there? Is she planning to play all night long?

Gradually, the dandelion's self-talk changed from "I can't resist, I really want to pick you" and "I'm about to taste your luscious strawberry" to "I really can't bear to part with you... but I still have important business to attend to."

However, the so-called important matter was different from what Mori had expected. With deep disappointment, she discovered that her body had been imbued with some kind of magical ritual diagram by dandelions.

This is hypnosis, and something at the level of consciousness... Mori tried to decipher it and finally discovered that it might be a magical ritual that allows one to delve into the soul and consciousness?

"Phew, I'm so tired. But it's alright now. Hmm, Moritoki, I hope you can find your own answers and explore your own soul."

After whispering her words, Dandelion lay down beside Morishita, covered them both with the blanket, and then gently embraced her. With the warmth of a young girl and the natural scent of the seasons, she soothed Morishita's spirit.

"I hope that in the answer you are about to find, I will be there."

Volume 1, Chapter 389: Questioning

Mori's breathing had become calm as he fell asleep.

And that flushed and tense face had shed all its previous emotions, returning to its original state—a goddess sleeping peacefully, though she was still quite pure despite having no clothes on her body.

The only difference was that the lush foliage above Sen Shi's head had turned transparent. Dandelion was not sleepy, nor did it continue toying with her body. It simply held the goddess quietly in its arms, passing the time with the gentle touch of skin against skin, slowly waiting for the outcome.

This is a ritual magic that can only be used by those who live in the four seasons: liberating nature.

Nature is never gentle, and so are the Four Seasons, who are part of it. Every Four Seasons can use this ritual magic to liberate themselves to a certain extent, but few dare to do so.

This wasn't about reaching out to pluck the branches of a seal in the real world, but about self-liberation within the vast and boundless world of the self—the soul within the body. Now, the seal that bound Sen had faded, and she sank into the depths of her soul to explore what lay there.

This was what Dandelion wanted to do. After all, Mori's attitude was a bit strange when the Rose Queen was mentioned. Dandelion believed that she needed to sort out her own soul and figure out her attitude towards this ancestor of the Four Seasons, so she gave it a push.

As for playing with her body for a while, it was simply to test the waters and have a taste, since the opportunity was rare anyway. But Dandelion only took a small taste and waited patiently for the moment when the country was restored, when the strawberries would be even sweeter.

The premise is that, in this self-questioning process, Mori will not waver in his willingness to accept the sowing of the seed.

……

"What the hell! If you're going to do something, just do it. Stop dragging your feet. I thought... oh no, I think I've preserved my purity."

Mori tried hard to shake off her disappointment, but her attempts were repeatedly futile, because she was indeed quite disappointed... In the end, she understood the magic of the dandelion and realized her predicament.

After falling asleep, consciousness is detached and then sinks into a deeper place.

Here, the two hues of darkness and holiness blended together, everything ambiguous like cotton candy, seemingly vast and endless. But once she started to move, she found it incredibly narrow; no matter where she wanted to go, her consciousness couldn't move. This was the depths of her soul… She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Mori had no idea what he looked like now; it was as if he had no body, only a vague and formless consciousness.

Strangely, this place, which should have been filled with incredibly familiar memories, was completely empty, strange and eerie. Was this the result of questioning oneself? Nothing at all…

She saw a raging torrent of darkness, ceaselessly flowing through every corner of the world. The immense evil contained within was the most awe-inspiring she had ever witnessed in her life. "These must be the Four Seasons," she thought.

But the same familiar divinity, with its sweet white appearance, is also mixed in every corner of the world. It wants to blend with evil, like dark chocolate and white milk in love, and it looks quite delicious.

"It doesn't taste good."

"...Who?" Mori heard a voice, coming from within or from the outside world, coming from every corner, yet not escaping.

"Do you still need to ask?"

Mori immediately realized the trick: "So that's how it is. Talk to yourself, hey, the next step is to discover your true self, suddenly understand, and then awaken."

Then, Mori didn't hear any Zen-like questions and answers, but instead received only an extremely satisfied yawn. Just hearing that drawn-out yawn, Mori could truly understand how satisfying that nap had been.

The last note faded away—

Suddenly, the world Mori could see collapsed instantly, only to be reshaped by a torrent of wondrous light. In less than a second, Mori felt as if he had experienced the destruction and rebirth of a world, but the result was obviously much better than before.

Countless flowers intertwine and pile up, green leaves enrich the colors, and the clear, flawless sky reflects the brilliance.