The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Narvi walked in from outside the camp, his right hand stained with fresh blood, the heat of which even burned small holes in his sleeve.

"It seems you’ve made your choice." Alka said, looking at him.

He saw a sense of relief and liberation on Narvi’s face.

Narvi nodded and heavily sat down on the nearby wicker chair.

With a sudden plop, the weight made the wicker chair creak slightly, as he leaned back against the chair. He exhaled.

"Yes, I’ve made the choice I had to make, his head will be the best gift when I meet my closest ones."

Saying this, he slightly raised his right hand and rubbed his necklace.

It was just an ordinary necklace, nothing special at all.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Upon hearing this, Narvi placed his left hand on his forehead, raising his head to gaze at the ceiling.

"Going home, to rest well. It’s been too long, I’ve nearly forgotten what home looks like."

Alka nodded, muttering to himself: "Home."

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Lucilia sat on his shoulder and smiled at Alka, who turned to look at her.

Seeing her smile, Alka also slightly curled his lips.

"Finally wrapped up, what are your plans?" Chadite stretched lazily, looking at Alka and asked.

After this battle, thanks to the deliberate concealment by the nightmare, almost all cultists targeting the Flower Fairy and many Guides were wiped out by Alka in one fell swoop.

Essentially, the Land of Spirits was no longer threatened.

And now, there wasn’t much time left until the Flower Fairy’s revival.

Hearing Chadite’s question, everyone present looked towards Alka.

Alka thought for a moment and said, "Let’s rest here for a while, and plan after you advance to the Fourth Stage."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

Except for Juanlu and Matilda, the others were almost on the brink of the Fourth Stage, needing only a few more days to advance successfully.

Indeed, it’s wise to advance to the Fourth Stage first before considering other matters.

Just after the conversation ended, the sky outside immediately darkened.

As if the sun was suddenly covered.

Watching the darkening sky.

Juanlu stood up and said, "After a big battle, want to eat something?"

"Grilled Sawfish," Pororo said bluntly.

Juanlu nodded, then looked at the others.

Clearly, he was in a good mood today, deciding to let each person have a dish they love.

Seeing this, everyone surely wouldn’t miss the chance.

"Meteor Blossom Fruit!"

"I’ll have an Embrace Pork Rib."

"Something light, Fire-roasted Fish."

"That’s considered light?"

"Can’t this count as light for me?"

"Alright then, I’ll have a rib too."

"..."

Everyone present ordered their favorite dishes.

"Ah, how nice, what does eating feel like?"

"Don’t know, don’t want to eat."

"Indeed, too much hassle."

Nearby, the Puppet Girls began debating about eating.

...

Not long after dawn.

Everyone busy with their own tasks within the camp felt a group approaching.

Yet most people didn’t mind.

As no Puppet Girls alerted them.

"It’s Jilenna and her group." Lucilia said.

Not long afterward, Jilenna and Alati entered the camp.

Chadite, good friends with Jilenna, went up to give a brief embrace.

Alati beside her also nodded towards everyone.

"Looks like you rested well yesterday."

Hearing this, Alka replied with a smile: "Finally able to sleep peacefully."

"True enough, haha."

Jilenna looked at everyone, then deeply bowed, saying: "Thank you for your help, thank you for what you’ve done for the Land of Spirits and for our Divine."

"Apologies from the Great Gardener for not being able to come, even though most enemies have been eliminated, they still need to guard the Land of Fragrance to prevent any accidents."

Hearing this, Alka waved his hand, completely indifferent.

It’s very understandable.

Though it might seem nearly over for them, it’s not the same for the Land of Fragrance.

After all, yesterday the Abyssal Maw already indicated he knew the real revival location of the Flower Fairy. Though he was repelled, who knows whom he might have informed?

Until the final moment, the Flower Child cannot afford to relax even a bit, whether for themselves or for their Divine.

"Alright, no need for formalities, we’re not strangers." Alka said with a smile.

Then slightly more serious: "Let’s skip this time’s reward, it’s not a commission but rather the help we provide as friends."

Hearing this, Jilenna, who was ready to have the soldiers hand over the items, silently dropped her hand.

"You’ll always be friends of the Flower Child."

After their chat wound down, Alati looked at Alka and asked, "When are you planning to leave?"

"In a while, my companions need some time."

Hearing this, Alati glanced at the people behind Alka and knowingly nodded.