The teacher spoke in a calm tone,
"Totu, now tell me—what is your next plan against the butterfly Fairy World?"
The teacher finished speaking and looked toward the shadowed sky, the moon and the stars. He did not look at Totu.
When Totu heard the teacher's question again, he fell deep into thought. He stared at the shadowed sky for a long moment, closed his eyes thinking briefly, then opened them again. Confusion filled his gaze as he looked at the moon and spoke:
"I want to get the moon, but the stars block the entrance.
The sky also blocks my path, and the dust gives me no way to go.
All directions are sealed."
Totu spoke in a solemn tone and fell silent for a moment.
Then his expression cleared, and he spoke confidently.
"But I have the sun on my side.
Even if all directions are sealed, the sun may not meet the moon—
but that does not mean the sun cannot help me."
Totu looked at the teacher and spoke with confidence,
"I am confident, teacher," Totu smiled.
The teacher knew what Totu was thinking, but he pretended not to understand and asked calmly,
"Nice. I am really proud of you, Totu.
You see clearly what you want and understand the situation.
I don't know how the sun will help you, but that is not a problem.
I think you already planned everything. I am relieved,"
the teacher said calmly and without emotion.
When Totu heard the teacher's meaningful words, he understood his meaning.
He knew the teacher already understood that the "sun" was him, but the teacher did not admit it.
However, this problem still had to be solved without the teacher's direct help.
Totu didn't know how to resolve it completely.
He looked at the teacher again, then used his secret weapon.
"Teacher…" Totu called softly.
When the teacher looked at Totu, he was stunned—
because Totu was looking at him sadly and emotionally.
Totu's silver-blue eyes were watery.
The teacher withdrew his gaze, looked at Totu again, and spoke,
"Ahem… Totu, when children are playing, elders lean against reclining chairs and watch them play.
Elders do not interfere with children's games."
The teacher spoke normally, but Totu did not give up. He replied,
"Elders do not interfere with children playing,
but they give toys to their children."
Totu spoke carefully.
The teacher didn't back down either. He wanted to see how far this brat would go and replied,
"Yes, you are correct.
But remember—elders already know what their children want.
They give toys when the time comes."
Totu still didn't give up and spoke in an emotional tone,
"But I know one child who has no toys.
Because of this, five other childrens bully him.
How pitiful that child is.
That child is very innocent and a good boy—how pitiful.
And that child's elder only leans against a reclining chair, watching that child suffer."
Totu exhaled softly through his nose, a quiet
"Hnn…"
full of sadness.
The teacher was confused.
When did this boy learn to speak so cunningly, like an old fox?
He lowered his head and saw Toku leaning calmly nearby—and he understood.
When one remains close to gods,
even mortals change their way of thinking.
They begin to believe they are divine—
even without the qualifications to be so.
Now Totu stayed close to Toku, and he had learned to speak the same way.
But in this world, every being has a different meaning of life.
They cannot simply copy one another.
The teacher thought for a moment, then looked at Totu and said,
"Alright, Totu.
Tell me—what kind of toy do you want?
You know elders do not meddle in children's affairs.
And even when elders give toys, they do not give excessively."
When Totu heard that the teacher agreed to give a toy, he became very happy.
The restriction did not matter.
The real problem was what kind of toy could solve the overall situation.
Totu already had a solution—but it was very excessive.
Still, it was the only solution he could think of right now.
Totu struggled for a moment, took a breath, and hesitated. He was embarrassed.
Seeing Totu struggle to speak, the teacher asked gently,
"Totu, I know you already have something in your mind.
Tell me what you are thinking.
Whatever it is, don't burden yourself by holding it in."
Totu finally spoke.
"Teacher, first I will clearly explain the situation I am facing."
Totu looked toward the shadowed sky, recalling everything he had faced in the Fairy World, and continued:
"In the Fairy World, they are natives.
They know every place, every path, every important location.
From the start, they already have the advantage.
Next, I am not facing one enemy—but countless enemies—while I am alone.
Even when I faced armies, I escaped countless times.
I robbed and looted everything I liked, everything I wanted—nothing was impossible.
When they became alert and tried to catch me, I had already escaped.
But that was the past.
Now times have changed.
They are prepared.
Before, I completed my work first, then they became aware of my presence and chased me.
Now, the moment I step into their territory—even a single foot—they immediately sense me.
They have prepared everything.
They have set traps and placed formations everywhere.
Before, they searched for me everywhere, struggling to find me.
Even if one or two members found me and chased me, I escaped easily.
But now… they don't search anymore.
They wait.
The moment I enter their territory, my location is pinpointed, and they chase me.
"Once, I was the hunter and they were the prey.
Now everything has changed—they wait like hunters, and I am the prey."
Before, I ate and drank countless delicious fruits and drank different kinds of water.
Now all of that is only memory.
Not to mention fruits—
now even drinking simple flower water has become very difficult."
Totu spoke with pain in his expression.
He could not accept this.
He wanted to eat and drink all of them tasty items in the butterfly fairy world.
And whoever blocked him—he wanted to break through and take what he desired.