Staring at the Seed of Yggdrasil with an incredulous look on her face, Azalea slowly shifted her glance to the man who was handing it to her with a nonchalant expression as if the Seed of Yggdrasil was sothing trivial.
Azalea Vermillion tried to compose herself from the unexpected circumstances before speaking out of the curiosity that suddenly flooded her mind.
"W-who are you, really?"
Although it was sothing she had already asked him a few tis before, this ti around, she couldn't help but inquire again about the man's identity.
To begin with, one day, Russell Moon just snuck into her dormitory room, almost seeing her naked, and with an unrelentless expression, had told her about her other identity as the Master of Thorn of Rose. She even tried to seduce him to make him answer her curiosity, which, for the first ti in her life, trendously failed as though the man wasn't even personally interested in her at all.
In addition, Azalea experienced firsthand the power of Attribute: Nihility, which overridden the power of the Legendary Artifact, Orb of Truth, when they got interrogated after Russell and his Chaos Companions ca back from the Nether Realm and raided the first Micro-Strayed Dungeon. This happened, though, because of the trust she unknowingly built due to the fact that Russell's wisdom regarding the locations of the Four Seeds of Direction was proven true, at least for the ti being since the other three seeds have yet to be located.
Furthermore, with the help of the information she bought from him, Azalea herself, Aisha Whispercrest or the Secretary of the Disciplinary Committee, Lyra Mihaela or the introverted Vice President of the Disciplinary Committee who barely interacted with people, Victoria Angelica Rasputin or the forr Secretary of the Student Council, the already dead yet alive Arthur Wolfson, as well as the Vice President of the Student Council, John Vernifelon, along with so others from Azalea's command that belonged to Thorn of Rose, they had successfully conquered with ease the Tower of Growth.
And at this mont, Russell Moon, the mysterious, enigmatic man, who appeared introverted in public unless it was necessary to make a move, casually handed her one of the components she needed as per her Constellation's command, which was arguably the most difficult for her to get her hands on since the Elves were a race that did not fully trust humans.
Her original plan, when the Three-Way Alliance had been established and the Fourteen Days of Founding Deep Connection was on schedule, was to gain the favor of the Elven Queen to ask for at least a branch of the World Tree, Yggdrasil. But currently, it was not just a branch of it she could acquire, but rather a sapling of it due to the seed.
"I'm just a wanderer."
Russell answered in a cryptic way as he pondered for a mont after hearing Azalea's question which was delivered in a firm manner this ti. In a sense, being a reincarnator was sohow analogous to being a wanderer. After all, this world was his unpublished novel, which was yet to be completed based on the Goddess of Night's words.
"Tsk. Whatever!"
It's been a few months since Azalea's interest skyrocketed when it ca to him, so she knew that when Russell did not want to answer sothing, there was nothing she could do, not forcefully at least.
Picking up the Seed of Yggdrasil and pocketing it inside her Dinsional Inventory, Azalea stood up from where she was sitting and approached Russell who was about to leave.
"What are you doing?"
Bam-!
"Oi… This is harassnt, don't you think?"
Azalea pushed him against the wall of the Disciplinary Committee Office. Although she did not exert too much strength, it was enough for the wall to crack, but Russell remained nonchalant at Azalea's behavior.
"Why can't you tell a thing when I'm asking nicely?"
"Well, do you expect to tell you sothing when you are asking roughly, then?"
Glaring at him with her glistening ruby eyes, with her nose roughly five to six inches away from his, Azalea muttered.
"Seriously, you're boring."
Feeling her breath and hearing her whisper, Russell felt like the nigh-microscopic hairs at the back of his neck stood up.
At that mont, without warning from her, various branches of red roses ca in the air, and their petals covered the crack that she caused when she pushed him. The crack in the wall was then repaired to what it used to be, as though nothing happened.
'Rose of Regeneration, huh?"
Russell Moon, who was familiar with Azalea, recognized one of the exclusive skills she possessed. Rose Regeneration, apart from its healing effects, was not limited to sentient beings, but rather also immaterial ones.
'Is she testing on how I would react to her skill?'
"Wow! Magnificent! What skill is that?"
"Stop playing with and get out!"
'It looks like I'm right.'
Russell inwardly lampooned, almost cackling at his sarcastic action.
"How can I get out if you don't let go?"
"Ah…"
Azalea was jolted awake to reality as she realized that she was still pinning him against the wall. But at that mont...
Creak-!
"Azalea..? And… R-Russell..?"
"Hoh… What's this scandalous situation?"
"..."
Victoria, Aisha, and Lyra erged from the door that wasn't locked, looking at the two of them with different expressions. Victoria seed embarrassed, rembering the issue that the Student Council President had spread about her and Russell; Aisha's lips crept up into a mischievous smile, and Lyra just glanced at them with a nonchalant expression before proceeding to put so papers in her own office desk.
For a mont, Russell looked at the woman with the sa expression that she had. Then, two to three seconds later, Azalea let go of him.
"Anyway, I'll send the paynt later. Thank you."
As though nothing had happened, she casually spoke as he excused himself.
"There's no need."
He succinctly said before he nodded at the newly arrived ones, as an act of greeting, and left the Disciplinary Committee Office.
***
"Dad! I'll go to Celine! See you later!"
Samantha peeked through the door of her father's personal office in their ho, which was only a few kiloters away from the headquarters of the Obelisk Organization.
Without waiting for her father's response, who was doing so office work, perhaps regarding the terror attack in Alastor's capital, with a serious expression, Samantha gently closed the door she just opened.
The entity in her head spoke, sowhat teasing her.
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