"I'll leave it in your hands, then, Legion Commander."
"But of course."
My mother-in-law, or rather the divine tree, taught Flauros a new technique and then left the dungeon. Along with an invitation to come see her any time I had questions, she carried a flowerpot in her arms with a small tentacle sapling planted in it.
"Divine tree, what is that?"
"This? A branch I received from Flauros. Even far apart from my daughter, this lets me talk with her. I left a trace of myself with the child as well."
Some sort of long-distance communication, perhaps. But that obscene, familiar shape was an object my eyes knew all too well.
"Excuse me, but about that branch."
"I know. It's shaped like your cock, isn't it? Harder and sturdier than I expected. A little short of his, though. Heh heh."
Straight from the divine tree's mouth. I had lost to the Demon King.
"...Once I hit 5-star and climb to 6-star, that'll change."
