It was clear to him that her intentions were genuine.
No wonder she had recently taken a keen interest in the flower garden, checking on it several times a day.
He had always tended to that patch of flowers, as she had barely overseen it except for when she sewed the seeds.
Nevertheless, he refrained from arguing.
She had indeed participated in the planting, and challenging her now could lead to trouble.
As Ellen absorbed his sister's account, he offered words of comfort.
This time she had indeed gone too far.
Those flowers should be replanted.
He handed her a cup of water while also retrieving a bouquet from the windowsill asking, "What about this one? It is quite lovely.
" I snt it.
A ley instantly perked up momentarily forgetting the water as she gazed at the bouquet on the sill.
The soft yellow and pure white blossoms appeared vibrant and delicate.
"Yes, it's beautiful, but what about the timing?" Aily anxiously replied.
"By the time they bloom, they will have withered.
Youth belongs to humans and flowers have their seasons.
Not all beings are like that cursed doll forever stunted and causing trouble.
Should we turn them into zombie flowers? A ley pondered.
Did you forget? We still have a garden in the backyard, don't we? We have a backyard.
Ay genuinely seemed unaware.
She preferred to stay in the barracks, fascinated by how to expedite the training of the skeletal soldiers.
Returning home was merely for meals and sleep, occasionally venturing out for a stroll while the garden was mostly tended by her brother.
Seeing his sister's expression, Ellen realized that she had never truly invested herself in the gardening.
The task of planting flowers was entirely his responsibility.
After speaking, Elle led Ariel through a corridor and opened a small door, continuing down a passage until they reached a garden, which was the backyard.
The backyard was lush and verdant.
Adorned with grand creamy sunflowers, a variety of colorful chrosanthemums, roses, and climbing roses, all flourishing splendidly.
Numerous flowers were present with small insects nestled at their centers, which are plant pests.
Approximately 6 months prior, he and his sister had participated in a planting convention where they received a handful of seeds.
His sister had vowed to heed the call of the divine and to cultivate abundantly.
Together they constructed a flower bed.
After his sister scattered the seeds, she neglected to tend to them, leaving him to care for them alone.
Once the seeds sprouted, El observed that the seedlings were exceedingly numerous and densely packed together.
His knowledge informed him that such overcrowding would be detrimental to the plant's growth.
Consequently, he made a trip to the empire, visited the real estate office, and paid to secure a plot in the backyard.
He erected a fence and established a barrier.
One by one, El carefully relocated the seedlings to the backyard, repeating the process until the backyard transformed into a garden.
The flower bed in the front yard also thrived, blooming more with each passing day.
In the adjacent room, Alice lay despondently on her bedroom as gravestone.
Ariel approached and gently shook her sister.
"It hurts," Alice replied weakly.
Ariel hit me.
"It really hurts.
" She emphasized her plight.
Ariel puzzled responded, "What is so bad about being hit? Is N t it a normal occurrence to be scolded for mischief? Every mischievous little ghost has faced a few spankings.
" With that, Ariel spoke with a hint of pride.
Sister, you must perk up.
The divine has summoned us for a meeting in just a few days.
You cannot remain in this state.
The mention of the divine sparked a glimmer in Alice's eyes.
Yet her expression soon fell as she lamented.
I accidentally ruined the flowers Ariel wanted to present to the divine.
I was simply too eager to please and ended up playing a flower picking game.
I've completely messed it up.
Ariel s mind began to whirl with ideas.
If it's ruined, then let us replant.
But flowers take time to grow, she said, trying to comfort her sister.
Don't be disheartened.
Leave this matter to me.
You focus on what kind of gift we, the ghostly children, should prepare to capture the divine's attention at the convention and regain the favor we once enjoyed.
Ariel advised at the Free Research Institute.
What? Planting flowers? That is not my forte.
Ling Pip hyped up, shaking his head.
In the office of the institute's director, Ariel perched on Ling Pip's desk, crossing her legs as she conversed with him.
Lily, you're my dear friend.
I want tea brush you off.
I simply cannot resolve this situation, Ling.
Pip stated candidly.
Well, I thought our most brilliant and beloved Pip would have a solution, Ariel replied, jumping off the desk undeterred.
If Pip had no answers, she would seek help elsewhere.
Nonetheless, she has quite a number of friends and will surely find a way.
If all else fails, she can always go before Lady Ariel to apologize on behalf of her sister and offer reparations.
Naturally, this would be a last resort given the divine gifts involved.
The flowers must surely be breathtaking.
Ideally, restoring the blossoms in Ariel's garden would be the most exquisite solution.
Witnessing Lilith's fruitless endeavors, unable to assist her dear friend, Pip felt an indescribable paying of guilt.
The echoes of Lily's praises still lingered in her ears, referring to Pip as the most intelligent and most beloved.
Ling Pip leapt forward, obstructing Lilith's departure.
Lily, you are aware that recently the territory of the divine realm has expanded, leading to an unprecedented demand for spiritual vehicles.
My focus has been solely on enhancing these vehicles, leaving no time for botanical research.
However, I have a new invention, the button vehicle.
Would you care to try it? Lilith blinked.
Her curiosity peaked by Ling Pip's enticing proposition.
She watched as Ling Pip produced an object resembling a button.
What is this? Lilith inquired with intrigue.
Cool, mate.
Let us head to the flight laboratory.
The ghost and the sprite ascended the stairs to the rooftop.
Ling Pip held the button aloft, channeling his spiritual energy into it.
The button unfurled, transforming into a sleek vehicle.
This is a collaboration between myself and the spatial equipment artisan, Black and White Flower.
It is convenient, swift, and energyefficient.
Though its performance remains unstable, prone to mishaps, stalling midair, rendering it unsuitable for widespread production at this time.
And what exactly am I to make of this? Lilith tilted her head, gazing at Ling Pip.
Consider it.
You are a spirit.
If the vehicle encounters a mishap, you can simply ghost out.
Correct? Indeed.
Lilith nodded in agreement.
Thus, this vehicle is perfect for you.
Its shortcomings pose no danger whatsoever.