Brain bloom

Dandelion's tone suddenly became full of affection and nostalgia: "Back then, it seemed that we Four Seasons had angered the whole world, and everyone wanted to get rid of us. Only you and I signed a devil's contract symbolizing help, yes... your three uses."

"Yes, I remember."

"I've never used you even once. You're burdened with a curse; once you use your power, it will consume your life force. I can't bear to use you," Dandelion sighed.

"I..." She was about to make a promise, but Mori's gaze made her hesitate.

Sen Shi forced a smile and said, "Now, the laws that bind demons no longer exist! I am the one who saved you, don't believe that dandelion nonsense."

"Now, I invite you to witness the Winged Clouds, to witness the revival of the Kingdom of Flowers... But are you still willing to abide by the contract and help this poor dandelion by the roadside?" Bitterness filled the dandelion's smile as she persuaded her in the most emotional way possible.

And Yuan gave the answer: "For us devils, the contract is the most important thing. Our agreement is not as important as the earlier contract."

"Oh... my god." Mori's little face turned as green as leaves and as pale as a newly painted wall.

"Thank you, Princess Dawn." Dandelion smiled triumphantly. "In that case, I'll use you! Let's strip her of all her communication devices first, to prevent her from actively seeking out the so-called army."

"Okay." I'll do as you say.

A picture frame, a few feathers, and the paper and pen she used to contact Melia were all handed over by Mori in a fit of rage and tears. She never had a chance to contact anyone for help…

"From now on, join me on this front and let's deal with this very unruly strawberry together."

"Haha, okay."

At this moment, Yuan finally understood. Her two Seasonal companions had only been playing a playful game between lovers from beginning to end. There was no serious danger or conspiracy, and it wasn't a bloody battle between nations.

So she was happy to be a part of it; it was sure to be fun.

With a smile, she immediately stood next to Dandelion, hands on her hips, to keep things in order for her.

Mori's longbow and the Book of Trillions of Stars seemed to sense their master's despondency, and both dimmed. Mori clearly didn't want to give up. If there were no wish, perhaps he could still fight Dandelion, but now? It was obviously a bit difficult.

She never considered actually shooting the dandelion... much less harming Yuan, whom she had managed to save with great difficulty.

"You miscalculated, didn't you? My foolish strawberry, now you've made me unhappy."

“…We should fight in a fairer way this time.” Mori was making a last-ditch effort.

All of this was observed by Dandelion. The deadly danger she sensed from the longbow was never used by Mori; she didn't even take out the arrow. Was she just using it to scare people? No, just to bolster her courage.

Dandelion didn't want to actually fight her either, because neither of them could figure out the right balance.

"Do you still want to resist?"

"..."

"Hmm, I'm familiar with that look of you thinking about something." Just like every time she brought Mori a vegetable salad, she would sometimes pretend to accidentally remove the onion from it. Before doing these things, Mori would always have that expression on her face, deep in thought for a while.

It seems she hasn't given up yet.

Since that's the case, let's just extinguish that pitiful hope of hers.

"Would you please help me tie up Moritoki?"

"Haha, good, I like doing this kind of thing."

Although it was just a joke, hopefully I can still brag to many people when I get back that I tied up the recently famous coffin bearer. This should increase my prestige, just like Dad and Melia said, and help me rule the demon realm.

"Ugh."

"Mori, don't resist."

"Wait, why are you tying me up?! We have other ways to settle this, Dandelion, don't be so ruthless."

"So, do you think a disobedient princess like you would obediently come back to the palace with me?" Dandelion boasted. Instantly, this destructive remark made Yuan's secretly amused face turn red, and also shattered Sen Shi's still-unyielding, aggrieved expression.

Now that it's nighttime, and it's the first day of the Flower Kingdom's restoration—a day worth commemorating—Dandelion felt it was about time to do something. Perhaps, she could go back to the harem for a good time, and use a humiliating game, along with a touch of erotic magic, to deal with the unruly little strawberry.

This method is quite common in the books passed down through generations of the royal family of the Kingdom of Flowers.

Perhaps it's because the Four Seasons have an inherently interesting place, which made their ancestors, the queens of past dynasties, very adept at having fun. Dandelion had never practiced this before, but now, as the soon-to-be Dandelion Queen, she needs to put this knowledge to use.

"Yes! No! I'll go with her myself!"

"Wow, that's so exciting!"

"It seems you've accepted your fate." Dandelion smiled, quite satisfied.

Judging from Mori's face, she seemed to have completely given in. Moreover, there was a hint of desire in her eyes, proving that she was still affected by that unfinished night. Perhaps these few words had stirred up her desires?

Dandelion thought so, and it made perfect sense. So this was victory, right? Although the process wasn't as intense as she'd imagined, it seemed quite interesting. She hooked her finger, signaling Mori to follow—of course, just in case, Ima was also keeping an eye on Mori.

……

The ancient demon king was getting anxious and asked Fenanda beside him, "So, when are we going to war?"

"I don't know..." Fernanda said lazily.

"We haven't received any news yet." Melia was also very anxious and restless.

"...Should we take the initiative to contact them?" B asked, pacing back and forth.

"From what I've observed, well, Wing Cloud is finished." The period at the end of the myth seemed to have figured something out, looking rather awkward.

"Don't be so anxious, friends. We need to keep waiting. Battles require timing, and that depends on the actual situation." The Pope and the Knight Commander shared this opinion. They had experienced many wars and trusted the Coffin Bearers implicitly.

……

Led by the arrogant dandelion, the coffin bearers were escorted into the inner palace under the watchful eye of the maid. She looked ashamed, but seemed to hide a hint of anticipation and an almost imperceptible fighting spirit.

"How are you feeling? Back home," Dandelion asked without turning her head.

"The winery...are we going to be here?"

"Yes, this is our home. To be honest, I don't have a deep memory of the palace where I lived when I was a child, but after the country was temporarily destroyed, my soul and personality grew rapidly, and I have a deep impression of this little wooden house. To me, this is home."

Dandelion's hand caressed the wall of the small wooden house at the Four Seasons Winery. Every detail, even the smallest crack, was familiar and meaningful to her.

Aside from Tu Mi, a fellow human whose spirit exists in the world, only Mori Toki also belongs here.

It will continue in the future.

"Yes, thank you."

"Hmm, I've temporarily kept her weapons safe."

After saying that, Yuan waved the longbow and the Book of Trillions of Stars in her hand, as well as the bag that had always been with Mori. Mori's equipment, decorations, and even the small amulet hidden behind his teeth were all confiscated.

Her meticulous preparations turned out to be nothing but a pathetic waste of time.

"Yes, there is no danger for me now."

“Then I…” Yuan blushed deeply, cleared her throat, and stepped out of the wooden house, “I wish you, hehehehe… I wish you a pleasant time.”

I'm also quite happy, because I can go water my soon-to-be-born older sister. Speaking of which, what kind of offspring will dandelions and shrubs, these two completely different plants, produce? That's a really interesting question.

Fortunately, we'll see each other soon after tonight.

To avoid hearing those embarrassing sounds, she quickly jogged away from the harem area.

But the night is so quiet and beautiful, it's best to cover your ears, right? However, eavesdropping a little... yes, just a little bit, it shouldn't be a problem... let's do that. Forgetting all about the waiting army, he stealthily began circling around the "harem," waiting to hear something good.

Volume 1, Chapter 408: Epilogue (Final)

Mori returned to her home; indeed, this was her home.

And, my own room.

The subtle fragrance of strawberries permeated the air, and the carefully altered layout, the specially requested hardboard bed, and the scattered scraps of fabric because she was too lazy to tidy up all made her feel incredibly at home.

But this is the first time I've ever been in this position or in this situation at home.

Though hateful, she was powerless to struggle for the time being. She could only be hung on the wall by dandelion with its soft thorns, her clothes disheveled, every inch of her exposed skin filled with crimson.

"Princess... could we... perhaps be a little more romantic?" Mori's voice trembled with extreme shame, yet it also carried a strange and wonderful quality.

"Hmm, don't rush." ​​Dandelion's voice was deliberately lowered, as wonderful as a piece of candy.

She closed the windows and doors, and to prevent embarrassment and allow air to circulate, she filled every crevice with magic. This way, the air couldn't move, and no sound would leak out. She lit a dim, yellow lamp, infused with special magic that emitted a slightly irritating odor.

Despite appearing skilled, the dandelion was actually quite flustered.

Especially after the room was sealed off, not only Sen Shi, but also the slightly dark and intoxicating night made Dandelion's body feel the wonderful things that were about to come, making all those sensitive and subtle places feel a little off.

That aura began to spread.

Gradually, one could hear Mori's originally elegant breathing turn into sweet panting.

"Dandelion, my princess..."

"My coffin bearer, you are so beautiful."

The dim light acted like a layer of paint, giving Mori's face and body an oil painting-like texture, making her already striking rosy skin even more alluring. Like a ripe strawberry, it was so translucent that one wanted to gently lick it.

“I’m willing to be yours,” Mori said.

"It should have been done a long time ago."

Although it was only natural, victory still intoxicated Dandelion; the words of obedience, mingled with gasps, were more beautiful than anything else. This renowned true god was right before her, uttering sweet sounds of submission. Now, it was time to enjoy her.

“But…I…I have a request, my beloved princess.”

"Ok?"

I want to express my love to you.

"I'll be gentler."

The aura that fueled their desire blurred their vibrant eyes, making them appear as if they were only seeing each other. Every word they spoke now was spoken without thought or consideration; reason had vanished.

The only remaining trace was a slight shyness stemming from a lack of experience.

Mori shook her head, her hair swaying in a particularly charming way, and whispered, "I want...I want to serve you, the most beautiful princess in the world, I want to make you comfortable."

She emphasized the last syllable of "comfortable," her deep voice carrying the essence of a dandelion, including its last remaining rationality and shyness.

“Okay…” she agreed.

Almost subconsciously, he untied the thorns that bound Sen Shi.

Then, Mori took her wrist, as if plucking a cloud tinged with rosy hues, and pulled Dandelion into his arms, placing her on the bed. She and the compliant Dandelion together loosened each other's overly cumbersome clothes.

Later, Mori found something: two pairs of over-the-knee socks that had been made for Dandelion but had malfunctioned and were stored in her room. One black and one white, they were now slowly put on each other's legs with Mori's and Dandelion's tacit consent.

Mori used her teeth to gently tighten the knee-high socks, which were even whiter than dandelion thighs. As for herself, she was wearing a pair of black ones—actually, she had always wanted to try them on, but only now could she naturally put it into practice.