Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 101
Only Rutis remained calm as she gazed endlessly out the window. The pillar of light was gradually fading. Yet, even as the radiant warmth disappeared, it left no deep sense of longing in her heart.
A smile crept across her face. A smile without any particular reason.
“Hey, Caldenos. I hear you’re a good cook. Why don’t you whip something up?”
“Yes. Hey, bring out some food.”
This was the first task of the newly crowned King of Eaitinte, having skipped all the complex procedures and ceremonies.
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What they had thought would take a single day ended up taking much longer. While the other priests decided to remain in the kingdom for a while, Rutis hurried back to Lar.
It seemed that all the human inhabitants, including Caldenos, had recovered from the divine disease that had plagued them. She had initially wanted to witness firsthand how they had managed to delay the progression of the disease and escape the influence of the Void.
However, Rutis chose to return before fulfilling that purpose. She felt that there was no need to confirm the circumstances in the human realm.
Lár de Ligna Initia. God’s garden.
Although an anomaly had occurred, it was still as beautiful as ever. Its appearance hadn’t changed much, but the atmosphere felt entirely different. It was strikingly warm. Even with summer approaching, a fresh, fragrant breeze reminiscent of spring flowed through.
Ah, something had changed.
As Rutis stepped inside, she felt the transformation. Lar was now blooming with flowers of the current season. Buds on the ground and trees had fully opened, releasing a rich fragrance. With every gust of wind, petals danced through the air. The colors were so vibrant that one could hardly tell the season just by looking at the plants.
‘Only Weed can achieve this.’
Under normal circumstances, she might have worried about why the main body’s power was being drawn upon here. But now, she felt strangely okay with it.
The more stable Weed became, the more beautiful Lar appeared.
No, it wasn’t just a simple matter. There was a sense of stability. In this moment, Lar felt more anchored than ever before.
What could be so special about this? Why had it suddenly become so extraordinary? Lar, as the heart of this world, had always been the most stable place on earth. Why did it now seem to pulse with even more vitality? It had always overflowed with life.
What was causing such joy?
At the center of Lar, the most important figure stood gazing toward the horizon.
As Rutis hurried toward the place where Weed was, her questions grew with each step. However, as she approached, her perceptive mind pieced together the answers, and a look of joy and exhilaration blossomed across her face.
Yet, in a daze, she found it hard to believe. Almost out of her mind, Rutis finally reached her destination.
Vibrant flowers adorned the entrance.
Rutis hesitated for a long moment in front of the door. She clearly knew the answers and felt she should be happy, but she couldn’t understand why she needed to prepare herself emotionally.
After taking several deep breaths, Rutis knocked on the door gently with trembling hands.
She heard hurried movements from inside. Cautious shuffling. The noise was so soft that only someone as perceptive as Rutis would notice. Eventually, the door opened quietly, and a rush of wildflower fragrance wafted out.
“Weed?”
“You’re early.”
“Yes, yes…”
Weed, looking somewhat drowsy as if he had just woken up, greeted Rutis.
‘So, that’s where this scent is coming from.’
The room was overflowing with flowers. As always, the ceiling was draped with vines, leaves, and jewel-like blossoms, some clinging tightly while others hung gracefully downward. The diverse shapes and colors formed a vibrant collection of blooms.
The floor was no different.
Normally covered with soft grass, it was now adorned with clusters of small, delicate flowers. The brilliance intensified near the bed, which was entirely wrapped in petals, creating the illusion of a bed made from flowers that would never wilt.
‘There she is.’
Above all this, Weed’s beloved lay sleeping softly, a gentle smile on her face even in slumber. There was no hint of fatigue.
A fabric that seemed woven from sunlight enveloped her. No, it looked strangely fluid. It wasn’t just a fabric. It was as if sunlight had truly descended upon her…
“Weed! What’s going on here…?”
“Shh. She’s sleeping. What’s the matter?”
Raising one finger to his lips, Weed smiled softly.
That alone showed how joyful he truly was at this moment. There was no fear, no anxiety, no buildup of tension in his chest. Just a pure and clean smile.
Rutis stared blankly, lowering her voice significantly.
“…I’ve wrapped up that human’s business. Regarding Hana’s…”
Lowering her voice even more, Rutis glanced at her.
“A guest.”
“Right. Rutis, good job.”
Weed patted Rutis on the head as if handling a puppy, then quickly turned and closed the door.
Click.
After the soft sound, Rutis widened her eyes and touched the spot where Weed’s hand had just touched.
Good job. She was praised. He remembered her name and called. And he smiled. Weed had felt nothing for so long, and she had worried that all her efforts to help him might have been in vain or even worsened his condition.
Now, she could tell just by looking.
Weed had become healthy, his mind more stable than ever. This was something they had both longed for. But Hana was by his side. Rutis had assumed this state would only be possible if Hana were absent. Or maybe it was possible only because she was present?
No, no… what on earth had happened? Rutis shook her head in confusion.
‘So, what is this?’
Without someone to explain, she couldn’t quite understand. A smile crept onto her face. She could take her time to figure it out.
What does it matter? Good things are good, after all.
Although this was the only thing she had gained from her time outside, she was content. It felt as if everything had turned out well, no matter what.
Rutis laughed out loud once more.
Known for her somewhat strict personality among the priests, today she felt that everything was simply perfect, without a hint of reservation.
What could there possibly be to worry about? After all, everyone was smiling like this.
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