Summer foam, the old man paused and turned to face the anxious girl.

"The divine presence has entrusted me with an urgent matter.

Please allow me to handle this here.

She said you should.

Chapter 241 pain.

But did the deity not say, I am the most devoted follower of the divine.

Do you still doubt me? The elder remained unperturbed in the realm of the dark gods on the outskirts of the second elven city by Chia was at home preparing the fish caught that afternoon, continuing the rhythm of life as before.

It had been quite some time since he had fished, and this time the fish were considerably larger, plump, and robust, having not grilled fish for a long while.

By Chia's skills had not dulled, he handled the cleaning and marinating of the fish with ease.

The larger the fish, the more seasoning he applied, and the thicker the flesh, the longer he let it marinate to absorb the flavors.

Yet what proved troublesome was that with each completed task, he was met with a chorus of praise from his surroundings.

"Wow, wow, wow.

Chowiwe is amazing.

" He cleaned the scales so thoroughly, exclaimed, "Zansen, the butterfly spirit.

" This little spirit had been following him incessantly since morning, ceaselessly seeking attention.

However, by Chiwa patern no mind.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Chiawa is so incredible.

Look at how quickly he has processed so many fish.

The incessant wow wow wow rang in his ears as the butterfly spirit flitted around him singing his praises.

Perhaps some of the smaller spirits and fairies enjoyed this.

But for Bowie Zansson's antics were quite bothersome to the point of exasperation.

At that moment by was kindling charcoal preparing to roast the meat.

His ears twitched incessantly, absorbing the relentless, "Wow! Wow! Wow!" from Zansson.

Though he could not discern her exact words, he found her presence akin to an incessant buzzing fly.

Much to his sugarin, he glanced at Zansson.

Feeling he might be driven to madness by her persistence, sighing, he decided to be direct.

Taking a deep breath, he voiced what have been on his mind.

"Sansen, can't you go back and rest? What's the point of following me? You've been away from your essence for so long.

It must be uncomfortable.

I dislike you.

Can't you find something else to do? By Chia declared.

Yet, Zansen seemed oblivious to his disdain.

Instead, her excitement grew in response to his words.

Wow.

Wow.

Chia was concerned about me.

I'm not uncomfortable at all.

I've grown a bit stronger and can stay with you longer.

It's so much fun to be with you.

Being with you is what I desire.

the little girl said, shaking her butterfly wings and landing a top by Chiawa's head, embracing him with her little beak.

I just love being with you.

I know you find me annoying, but I simply enjoy clinging to you.

After all, I was created by you, Chia.

I don't care.

I want to be with you.

The butterfly spirit swung on by Chia's head, chatting away as she swayed back and forth in her excitement.

She even planted kisses on his head.

He he they say relationships grow stronger with time.

The more I cling to you, the more you'll come to like Z Sansen.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

It's unbearable.

By Chowi shook his head vigorously, finally managing to dislodge the butterfly spirit that had adhered to him.

The purple umbrella continues to giggle, rolling and dancing in midair as if frolicking with Bchowi.

It's utterly annoying.

Bchowi clutches its head, feeling exasperated.

its claws incessantly rubbing against its feathers.

Longing for a bath, it feels truly uncomfortable, increasingly so, as if a strong sense of offense courses through it.

The skin touched by the purple umbrella feels as if insects are crawling upon it.

Angrily, it exclaims, "Purple umbrella, have I not told you more than once not to touch me?" By Xiaawu's demeanor is fierce, and it struggles to contain its temper.

Though it prides itself on being a goodnatured little spirit at this moment, it is uncertain what that good nature even means.

By Chowiwa has an affinity for crops.

Yet it harbors an aversion to plant spirits.

In its youth, these beings resembling the most detestable insects were both ugly and noisy.

Now as they grow, they manifest as clingy and boisterous creatures like the purple umbrella.

Were it not for the divine mandate to cultivate them, Baiwa would wish to avoid any interaction with such beings for eternity, even when encountering similar races on missions.

Those beings are entirely different.

They are elegant and courteous.

The purple umbrella is akin to a pervert.

By Chia darts out of the yard and plunges into the stream for a bath.

After washing and scrubbing, shedding many of its feathers, it finally feels a sense of relief.

The purple umbrella follows closely behind.

incessantly apologizing.

I'm sorry.

Umbrella forgot.

Please don't dislike me.

I will be good.

I promise to improve.

Please don't hate me.

By Chawiwe remains silent.

It has expressed its disdain for the purple umbrella more than once.

Yet, the umbrella persists in its clinginess.

Bowi truly dislikes the butterfly spirit and the purple umbrella.

It is said that the most profound rejection is indifference and it has resolved to treat this flying insect with coldness.

by Chayawa simply shakes off the water and returns to the yard to start a fire and grill fish, ignoring the purple umbrella entirely.

No matter how many sweet words the umbrella offers, it remains unresponsive.

Whenever the purple umbrella draws near, attempting to touch its skin by Chaiwa bears its teeth and growls to frighten her.

Even under such fierce treatment, the purple umbrella does not leave.

She shows no signs of giving up.

shamelessly following Bchawi with an innate cheerfulness regardless of how much Bchawi despises her.

The moment Bowi lets its guard down, she inches closer, employing various methods to curry favor.

As the aroma of grilled fish ws through the air, and the lights begin to twinkle by Chaiwa sells grilled fish on a somewhat desolate street.

Recently, there's been an influx of little spirits on missions, resulting in a significant decrease in their numbers within the divine realm.

Most of the spirits wandering the streets are newly born with limited purchasing power as they are still in their early work phase.

The purple umbrella promotes by Chiau's grilled fish on the street randomly approaching little spirits to advertise smiling brightly even when met with rejection never disheartened thanks to the purple umbrellaes efforts although the foot traffic is sparse by Chai grilled fish cells out swiftly within a short period.