《Plant Monster Girl Diary》


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    Extra: Does the Honey-Crazed Boy Dream of Arlaune? (Part 1)


    My name is Armin.


    I¡¯m 10-years-old, a magician apprentice, and a grandson of the great sage.


    Traveling with my grandfather is all about training and there¡¯s nothing but hardships.


    My grandfather, who is well known as the great sage, trains me personally, so I guess it¡¯s normal if he is being strict with me. Even so, it wouldn¡¯t hurt anyone to take it easy once in a while.


    Both my parents were killed by the demon lord army. For my grandfather, I¡¯m also something like a memento from them. I hope he would treat me more sweetly. I don¡¯t like spicy thing, after all.


    In any case, this spicy old man received a request to exterminate monsters from the village we stopped by on our journey. Apparently, monkey-shaped monsters called Balbaa¡¯affe have been running rampant in the area as of late.


    Balbaa¡¯affe is famous for its high intelligence. They¡¯re smart enough to steal weapons from the adventurers to be used for themselves. In addition, they also have a strong sense of camaraderie, which is quite rare for monsters. They won¡¯t forgive those who killed their comrade.


    However, because they are smart monsters, Balbaa¡¯affe seldom leave their territory, let alone approaching human settlements. They understand that they will lose the advantage of using weapons when fighting against humans. For them to leave their territory and even approach a human village, there must be a big reason behind it.


    According to the village chief, there¡¯s a high possibility of a new predator settled in the forest. A very strong monster that forced the other monsters to flee from their territory, including Balbaa¡¯affe.


    The fatalities have already appeared in the village. I saw a white-haired girl around the same age as me at the village chief¡¯s house who became an orphan after both of her parents were killed by Balbaa¡¯affe. Poor girl¡­.


    Back to the topic, Grandpa set out alone to exterminate the Balbaa¡¯affe which is a clear threat instead of the unknown monster. He told me to continue my training in the meantime, but I have no intention of doing that. This is my chance to be free from that spicy old man, after all.


    I¡¯m pretty confident with my strength. I also have my magic to back me up. I¡¯m not going to be defeated by some random monsters that live in a forest in the middle of nowhere.


    Now that¡¯s been decided, let¡¯s secretly leave the village and head towards the other side of the forest. I¡¯m going to defect from the kingdom to the empire.


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    I was too na?ve¡­.


    As soon as I entered the forest, I encountered a bee-shaped monsters called Zornbiene, and was rendered immobile by its poisonous stinger.


    Due to the poison, my whole body was sweating like I was in a sauna, but I was cold inside. I felt as if I was buried in snow. I couldn¡¯t even open my eyes.


    Thinking that I would either die because the poison or die because the Zornbiene preyed on me, I lost my consciousness.


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    The next time I wake up, a beautiful woman, probably four or five years older than me, is holding me in her arms. I thought I was going die, but I meet a beautiful woman, instead. Furthermore, she looks like a beautiful woman from a painting of a saint hanging in the palace.


    ¡°Who are you, Onee-chan?¡±


    There was no answer. Instead, the woman stroked my head gently.


    ¡°What¡¯s is this place?¡±


    Looking around, I was sure that I was in the middle of a forest.


    ¡°W-Whoa!?!?¡±


    What the hell!? This woman¡¯s lower body is flower!


    I got it. This woman is a monster. I¡¯m sure it¡¯s called Alraune. It¡¯s a dangerous monster that lures people and captives them.


    I tried to escape immediately, but I was caught by her vines.


    ¡°A-Are you going to eat me, Monster?¡±


    Hearing that, the Alraune looked deeply hurt for some reason.


    Does she understand human language? Her upper body looks like that of a female human, so I guess she is somewhat intelligent.


    However, what happened afterwards would completely blow my mind.


    ¡°I, eat, no¡­.¡±


    She talkeeeeeeed!?


    Unbelievable. This can¡¯t be real!


    I mean, according to Grandpa who is the great sage, even though Arlaune¡¯s upper body looks like that of a human female, it¡¯s ultimately still a plant and can¡¯t be used to talk. Yet this Arlaune can understand and speak human language, albeit stammering.


    ¡°I won¡¯t, eat, you¡­.¡±


    There¡¯s no doubt. This is a new species of Arlaune. She even insisted to be called Onee-san.


    What is this, a punishment game?


    Why do I have to call a monster ¡®Onee-san¡¯?


    Could it be that she is trying to seduce me?


    However, not matter how big this Arlaune¡¯s breasts are, I won¡¯t be seduced. I by no means feel embarrassed and unable to look straight at her. My face is also feeling hot is because of the poison.


    Still, I don¡¯t understand why this Alraune have vines wrapped around her breasts. Despite being a plant monster, does she understand the concept of bra?


    However, there is something that makes me even more curious. This Alraune smells extremely good. It¡¯s such a mysterious scent that can¡¯t be described into words.


    Soon, I would find out the source of that good scent. The honey dripped from Arlaune¡¯s mouth just like drool. Even so, my body couldn¡¯t help but craving for it. I hesitantly dipped my finger into it, and then brought that finger into my mouth.


    Looking back on it now, my life has changed a lot since then.


    From the moment I tasted the heaven, I have become the slave of this Arlaune¡­.

 CH extra 2

    Extra: Does the Honey-Crazed Boy Dream of Arlaune? (Part 2)


    My name is Armin.


    I was attacked by a bee-shaped monster called Zornbiene in the forest and then lost my consciousness. But when I opened my eyes, I somehow found myself being a captive of a plant monster called Arlaune.


    I¡¯m sure this is a fate. Everything in my life has changed since that moment when I tasted her honey for the first time. Each time I lick her honey, the world around me seems to be shining in seven colors.


    It¡¯s soooooooooo deliciouuuuus!!!


    Speaking of which, I¡¯ve heard that there¡¯s a lot of delicious food that humans can¡¯t imagine in heaven. Maybe I am really in heaven? Every day feels like a dream, after all.


    Still, I think this Arlaune is asking me too many questions. I also want to ask her back about why does she want to know about this country¡¯s name, roads, and other worldly things when she is just a plant monster. However, as long as she gives me her honey, everything else doesn¡¯t matter anymore.


    Her honey has completely changed my world. From this day onward, her honey is my spiritual master.


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    It¡¯s been a few days since I started living in the forest with Arlaune. I¡¯m satisfied with my new life since there is honey here. However, such a life seems to be coming to an end soon. I found out that Grandpa is looking for me using his magic.


    I received a small honey ball from Alraune as a parting gift. The moment I laid my eyes on it, I knew right away that it would be even more delicious than the usual honey.


    When I put the honey ball in my mouth, I feel as though my tongue is melting into honey as the sweetness fills my mouth. Then, as soon as I swallowed it as Alraune instructed, warm sensation enveloped my body from my stomach.


    I feel like being reborn. I feel like I¡¯m going to recover in no time no matter what kind of injury I have.


    The kind Alraune gave me another honey ball when I asked for it.


    Amazing¡­!


    This is so sweet and delicious!


    I feel invincible now!


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    I reunited with Grandpa afterwards. He apparently couldn¡¯t find the Balbaa¡¯affes he was looking for. Instead, he set up a magic barrier to keep the monsters away from the village.


    I and Grandpa left the village. Our next destination is a nearby mountain range since there are reports of dragon sighting there. Grandpa said that the dragon must be a member of the demon lord army. But in the end, we couldn¡¯t find any dragons there.


    I should have waited in the village. If I had, I would have been able to sneak off to see Alraune¡­.


    And so my training was resumed. However, since I have honey balls, it¡¯s not painful anymore. No matter how hard the training is, it feels sweet now.


    This is the beginning of my new life where everything is revolving around honey. Honey is my favorite food, my family, my beloved, my future, my past, and my life. I can do anything for honey.


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    The honey balls are gradually melting away.


    However, I can go back to that forest as long as I¡¯m with Grandpa.


    Speaking of which, after I swallowed those honey balls, my body was enveloped by a warmth sensation just like when I received light recovery magic treatment. The fact that Alraune who was supposed to be unable to use magic, somehow has knowledge of magic, was also surprising.


    Her serene figure basking in the warm sunlight looked like that of a saint using recovery magic to heal people¡­.


    That¡¯s right, I might be able to regenerate the honey balls using light recovery magic. Fortunately, there¡¯s still some residue left from the honey balls. If this method works, I might be able to enjoy the taste of her honey forever. Now that it¡¯s been decided, it¡¯s time to start special training!


    Concentrating all my magical power, I tried to regenerate the honey balls in my body with the feeling of using light recovery magic.


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    Eventually, the withdrawal symptoms due to lack of honey began to kick in. I felt like the sweet life I had led up so far was a lie. It was a really tough time.


    This is not enough, after all¡­.


    I want to taste her honey again on my tongue¡­.


    That supreme sweetness that I felt deep in my throat¡­.


    It was so sweet that made me wondering if my true identity was actually honey¡­.


    For her honey, I¡¯m even willing to sell my soul to the devil¡­.


    That¡¯s right, let¡¯s go to see Arlaune! It¡¯s been three years and Grandpa is getting older. If I escape at full speed, even if he is chasing me, it should take a few days for him to catch up to me. In the meantime, I¡¯ll get those honey balls again.


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    I finally came back to this forest again ¡ª or it was supposed to be¡­.


    I mean, the forest is gone! There¡¯s only blackened earth as far I can see without even a single tree remains. Of course, there¡¯s no figure of Arlaune either.


    I don¡¯t think Arlaune, which it¡¯s basically a plant, can move. So where on earth did she disappear?


    That village is also gone. The remains of burnt down houses look lonesome and weathered. When I came here before, there shouldn¡¯t have been so many tombstones. I wonder if everyone was killed like the parents of that white-haired girl. Seriously, what happened here!?


    I fell into despair when I thought that Alraune might had also died like the people in this village, and I would never be able to get her honey again.


    I have to protect what remains from the honey balls in my body. In other words, I need to keep regenerating them using light recovery magic so they won¡¯t melt away.


    That¡¯s right, it was supposed to be only women who received the blessing of the goddess can use it, and only one in tens of thousands of them has talent for it. However, for some reason, I can use light recovery magic, albeit weak.


    If I¡¯m concentrating my magical power to the remains of honey ball in my body, for some reason, light recovery magic is activated.


    Speaking of which, there might be more of this new species of Alraune out there. In that case, I just need to go look for it.


    Okay, let¡¯s go on a journey and train my light recovery magic harder!


    Everything for honey!!!


    Later, Armin would become the only man who could use light recovery magic in history, and would become a great sage whose name would be known not only to other countries, but to the entire continent, and even to the demon lord. However, Armin at that time, still had no idea.

 CH 1

    Chapter 1 ¨C The Beginning of Everything


    I guess it¡¯s really true that people will see their whole life flashed in front of their eyes on the verge of death. However, to my surprise, there are memories I don¡¯t recognize mixed in for some reason.


    Yeah, I remember it now.


    I was a Japanese high school girl in my previous life.


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    This happened when we were walking through a certain forest on our journey to defeat the demon lord. Without any warning whatsoever, I was suddenly attacked from behind by my companions.


    Perhaps due to the shock of being betrayed and having my left arm severed, I slowly regained the memories of my previous life and realized that I was actually a reincarnated person.


    This could only be called a divine revelation. There was no doubt that the goddess hadn¡¯t abandoned me in this desperate situation. I couldn¡¯t help but wondering if I would awaken some kind of cheat power to escape from this crisis.


    However, everything turned out to be a short-lived hope as nothing happened even after some time had passed. I did not awaken any particular power, nor did I get any sign from the goddess. I was still the old me. But speaking of change, because the memories of my previous life flowed into my head, my way of thinking seemed to have changed slightly.


    I don¡¯t see any particular benefit of being a reincarnated person here. You should not blame me for hoping some kind of miracle to happen.


    I mean, my fianc¨¦ the hero and my junior saint apprentice who were supposed to be my companions, suddenly attacked from behind with the intent to kill me. I don¡¯t remember betraying them and I have no idea about the reason for their hostility.


    However, I¡¯m not just any girl. Even without a cheat power, I won¡¯t go down that easily. I¡¯m a saint, after all. My main job is to heal wounds in battle.


    I immediately regenerated my missing left arm using super recovery magic.


    There¡¯s only one person in this country who can restore a missing limb instantly, and that person is me.


    However, the other party did not simply watch. The moment my missing arm was restored, I felt a severe pain and my stance immediately collapsed. This time, both my legs were severed by the traitor of junior.


    ¡°Even the greatest saint in history won¡¯t be able to regenerate one arm and two legs instantly in this situation.¡±


    Didn¡¯t seem to care that I was screaming in agony, the traitor of junior sent me a scornful look, and severed my right arm using Wind Sickle magic next.


    Oh, my blood flowed like a small river.


    How happy I would be if this were just a dream¡­¡­.


    What exactly did I do to deserve this kind of treatment!?


    I have been supporting my country as a saint since I was a child. I went on a journey to defeat the demon lord with my companions while protecting them with my recovery magic. But in the end, the people who I¡¯ve been protecting, betrayed me and did such a horrible thing to me.


    I looked at the hero for help, but he was simply watching me as if in disgust. The second prince of the Gardenia Kingdom, my childhood friend, and also my fianc¨¦ ¡ª his loving eyes and gentle smile that he always showed to me were no longer there.


    Why do you do this to me? Please say something at least! Please help me!


    However, as if telling me that such a wish wouldn¡¯t be granted, the traitor of junior stepped on my head mercilessly.


    ¡°This is fun, but the real show is just about to begin, Iris-senpai~!¡±


    When my name was called, vines thicker than rope coiled around my left arm which had just been regenerated by super recovery magic, and forcibly dragged my body.


    ¡°It¡¯s a fitting end for someone who has betrayed the hero and the country. If you were eaten by that monster, not even your bones will remain.¡±


    There, at the other end of the vines, I saw a flower monster who looked like a huge carnivorous plant, was waiting for me with its terrifyingly big mouth opened.


    This will really be the end for me if I were eaten by that monster.


    ¡°Oh, please rest assured since I will take care of Hero-sama from today. He didn¡¯t even let me sleep last night, it was amazing~¡±


    Not only I was betrayed, it seems I was also cuckolded. Somehow, I don¡¯t care anymore. This is just too much¡­.


    ¡°There¡¯s nothing left for Iris-senpai, so please die here.¡±


    Drops of water trickled down my cheeks. I couldn¡¯t hold them back anymore.


    What exactly did I do to deserve this kind of treatment!?


    I haven¡¯t done anything wrong!


    I have never betrayed the hero or the country!


    It¡¯s a false accusation!


    ¡°Help¡­¡­..¡± (Iris)


    As I tried to resist the vines, I reached out for help with my free hand only to be severed from my shoulder by the traitor of junior. Finally, as if rejecting my last plea, the plant monster swallowed my body completely.


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    In the confined space inside the plant monster, my whole body was covered by some kind of slimy liquid. My clothes gradually melted and my skin felt like on fire.


    It¡¯s digestive juice, isn¡¯t it? I¡¯m thankful that I¡¯m not chewed, but I also want to avoid being melted as expected.


    I mobilized all my remaining magical power and continued to cast recovery magic over my entire body. I also regenerated my right arm with super recovery magic to make it easier to escape.


    Not good. It¡¯s pointless as long as I¡¯m still inside this monster¡¯s stomach. I will eventually run out magical power and die at this rate. My body, even my bones, will melt and become nutrients for this monster.


    In the end, nothing happened even after I have regained the memories of my previous life. I got no divine gifts, no cheat skills, nothing at all. This makes me want to curse and wonder what in the world I remembered about my previous life for.


    Having a past life means I¡¯ve died once.


    No, I¡¯m afraid of dying again.


    I hate it, I don¡¯t want to die yet.


    I want to live.


    I want to survive and live a peaceful life this time.


    Surrounded by people who will never betray me and live until old age ¡ª I want such a peaceful life¡­¡­..


    Yeah, that¡¯s right, I can¡¯t give up here!


    I squeezed my remaining magical power and casted a recovery magic on myself continuously. I could feel my cells dividing like never before, rebuilding my body. I felt like there was something foreign mixed in, but then I realized that the pain was already gone.


    However, when I tried to open my eyes, they wouldn¡¯t budge for some reason. I couldn¡¯t move my arms or my legs and I couldn¡¯t hear or smell anything either. The only thing I knew was that I was curled up in a hug and something thin was gently enveloping my body.


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    When I was wondering about how much time has passed, my body suddenly stood up on its own despite having no sensation of touching the ground. Next the object enveloping my whole body spread open and the green color of plants filled my field of vision immediately.


    ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.¡± (Iris)


    That¡¯s right, I was betrayed and attacked inside the forest!


    I didn¡¯t die even with that level of injury. I¡¯m not the greatest saint in history for show, after all. However, it¡¯s not the time to be relieved. I need to get away from this place as soon as possible.


    Muh? This is strange. I can lift my legs.


    I saw my bare breasts when I looked down and realized that I was standing naked.


    Well, it can¡¯t be helped since my clothes were melted inside the plant monster¡¯s stomach. More importantly¡­.


    There was a mysterious sight that blew away my sense of shame in an instant. For some reason, I was standing on a flower so big that it could easily envelop a single person. Or to be more specific, I was growing in the top of a large flower crown.


    It¡¯s as though I¡¯m a plant-type monster called Arlaune from the monster encyclopedia. No, wait a second, this sensation¡­.


    I tried to caress the red flower petals around my waist. I could feel not only the feeling of touching them, but also the feeling of being touched.


    I hope I¡¯m wrong, but it looks like this flower is part of my body now. Which means¡­.


    I was betrayed, my arm was severed, I regained the memories of my previous life, both my legs were severed, my arm was severed again, my fianc¨¦ was stolen by my junior, and I was swallowed alive by a flower monster ¡ª it was the worst time in my life, but such a life has finally come to an end.


    I apparently have quit being human and become a plant monster.

 CH 2

    Chapter 2 ¨C I will Live as a Plant from now on


    On the journey to defeat the demon lord, I was betrayed by my fianc¨¦ ¡ª the hero, and my junior ¡ª saint apprentice, and then killed. But when I came back to my sense, I found myself had been reincarnated as a plant-type monster called Alraune for some reason.


    A human female¡¯s body grows from a bright red corolla, while her lower body is that of a plant monster.


    Yup, I have become an Alraune.


    What the heck happened!?


    My last memory is that I was swallowed alive by a flower monster, and to prevent my body from being digested, I squeezed my remaining magical power and casted super recovery magic on myself continuously.


    So, why did I become a plant monster when I woke up? I¡¯ve never heard of anything like that. Well, at least I¡¯m not dead. I should be grateful for that.


    I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a chance given by the goddess, or perhaps I fused with the plant monster as a result of super recovery magic. Either way, I need to grasp my current situation first.


    My upper body is still that of a human. There¡¯s nothing strange about it as far as I can see. Speaking of changes, my hair had grown to waist-length and had changed color from pale gold to light green.


    The problem is my lower body. I was growing in a huge flower.


    The bright red petals like roses are so beautiful that I want to use them for decoration. However, these petals are part of my body. There are several leaves overlapping each other below them, and these are also part of my body.


    I understand that the flower is connected to my waist, but instead of having new legs, I feel like the flower is my second body. It¡¯s really a strange feeling.


    Underneath the leaves grew what looks like a huge bulb with a large mouth like that of a carnivorous plant. The mouth of a flower monster that had preyed on me, who was a saint, seems to have evolved into such a terrifying opening that could easily swallow a whole passenger car. Furthermore, it looks more evil than what I could remember.


    From the side of bulb, countless vines are growing and forming a colony centered around me. And further down the bulb, roots are spreading in the ground. I could feel them absorbing water from the soil.


    Yeah, I¡¯m completely a plant now. Moreover, it seems to be a quite atrocious one. I¡¯m especially scared of the bulb¡¯s mouth.


    I tried to open and close the bulb¡¯s mouth and succeeded without any problem. In addition, I can also move the vines freely as though they are my own arms. It¡¯s a really different from when I was still a human with only two arms. I¡¯m not really sure how to describe it.


    The fact that I¡¯m a plant with an ego of human itself is already appalling. I can only see a future where I¡¯ll be hunted down as a monster if the adventurers find me. But before that, there¡¯s one thing that I need to solve as soon as possible.


    I¡¯m naked now!


    The lower half of my body is a flower and a plant, so I give up on that part. However, the story is different with my upper body which looks like that of a human girl.


    I may have quit being a human, but I won¡¯t quit being a girl. And as a former duke¡¯s daughter and a saint respected by the people, I can¡¯t stay naked in the open like this.


    However, there are no clothes here. The one I was wearing seems to have been melted and is gone for good. I guess I had no choice but to use the vines to make a bra at least.


    I wove several vines around my chest to create a makeshift bra.


    Done! Not as difficult as I thought.


    I was able to hide what I could hide, so let¡¯s say it¡¯s good enough for the time being.


    Hmm? What about my lower body?


    Listen, you should eliminate the concept of ¡°naked¡± from my lower body. Plants don¡¯t normally wear clothes, after all. I mean, it would be plain weird if the bulb¡¯s wearing a skirt, right? That¡¯s why you don¡¯t need to think it too deeply. It¡¯s not naked because my lower body is a plant ¡ª end of story.


    Still, I¡¯m currently wearing nothing but a bra made of vines. The me who was a saint or a high school girl, would surely have never imagined dressing up like an Amazoness like this.


    I was surprised when I suddenly regained the memories of my previous life, but it can¡¯t be compared to when I found out that I have been reincarnated for the second time, and as an Arlaune at that.


    Speaking of my previous life, Murasaki Ayame ¡ª that was my name before I reincarnated to this world from Japan.


    I remember that during school breaks, I used to read through plants encyclopedia, which I¡¯ve loved since I was a kid, to distract myself from my lack of friends. And at home, I was a closet otaku who enjoyed anime and video games.


    However, I can¡¯t seem to remember why I died, or why I was reincarnated. Except for what I liked, what I was interested in, and what left a strong impression on me, my memories when I was living in Japan are rather vague. I guess I can¡¯t help it since it¡¯s my previous life.


    In any case, the strongest memory I have right now is that I was betrayed by my companions.


    I was born as a second daughter of a duke family in the Kingdom of Gardenia. My talent for light magic was discovered at an early age and I have become a saint apprentice since then.


    I learned super recovery magic that could even regenerate lost limbs as I grew up, and I was recognized as the greatest saint in history. Then, I set out on a journey to defeat the demon lord with my ex-fianc¨¦ the hero and the others.


    I was only seventeen. My training as a saint was hard, I thought I finally would be free once we defeated the demon lord. Just when I felt I had finally taken one step closer to my dream after defeating one of the demon lord army¡¯s generals, I was suddenly betrayed and killed.


    I was proud being the fianc¨¦ of the hero and a prince of the country. If a child was born, if it was a boy, he might become the king who would inherit the country in the future, and if it was a girl, she might become a saint like me.


    I thought I would be able to fulfill my filial duty to my parents and my clan by connecting our bloodline to the royal family¡¯s.


    I thought I would be able to spend my old age leisurely in a peaceful world where I wouldn¡¯t need to fight monsters anymore.


    However, all of these futures were robbed from me.


    To be honest, I can¡¯t forgive that traitor of junior and my ex-fianc¨¦. I really want to take revenge on them, but I don¡¯t even have the leeway to think about such a thing right now. I was just betrayed, killed, and became a monster. My heart is still in a mess.


    I don¡¯t even want to imagine what would happen to me if I were to meet them again in this form. If they ridicule me, I¡¯m not confident I can maintain my human ego. Furthermore, it wouldn¡¯t be strange if they try to kill me again.


    I also don¡¯t want my mother and my father to see me in this state. My pride as a duke¡¯s daughter (former) wouldn¡¯t allow it.


    Speaking of which, I¡¯ve never heard about Arlaune being a strong monster. I will likely lose if I fight them.


    To begin with, I can¡¯t move from this spot since I¡¯m rooted in the ground. Let alone taking revenge, I can¡¯t even go to see them. I¡¯m but a flower in the end.


    Let¡¯s put this matter on hold for the time being. Just thinking about it makes me irritated. I will try to organize the information I have, instead.


    I was a Japanese high school girl in my previous life, and in this life, I was a former saint who is now a plant monster. Being in a new body with the memories of two lives means it¡¯s my third life in a sense.


    So, who am I now?


    I¡¯m a Japanese high school girl who is also an otaku, a duke¡¯s daughter who is also a saint, and a flower who is also a plant monster ¡ª all added together and divided by three. For the rest, I will let the time to answer it.


    In any case, the previous me is already dead. I will now begin my second life as a plant.


    No, wait, since I have another previous live, maybe I should call this my third life instead? Yup, let¡¯s not sweat the small details.


    If you don¡¯t give up on life, something good will surely happen one day. I might even find a way to become a human again. Let¡¯s be positive!


    Hmm¡­?


    I just noticed that the area around my chest is wet. Or rather, there is some kind of liquid flowing out of my chest, down my stomach, and onto the petals.


    What is this!?


    When I took a closer look, I saw that a sweet-looking nectar was slowly flowing out of my breasts. To be precise, from the tips.


    I¡¯m kind of speechless here¡­.


    This scene is too much for the high school me or the saint me. I¡¯m not at that age yet. I don¡¯t even have any of those experiences with man.


    I feel like crying¡­.


    Look, I¡¯m really crying now.


    No, wait, this is not tears, this is honey.


    I feel like I can make it come out from other place as well. For example¡­.


    See? I did it. Honey is coming out of my mouth.


    From now on, I will only produce honey from my mouth. I may look like drooling, but it¡¯s much better than letting it out from other places. Well done, Me!


    I don¡¯t know the taste since it¡¯s basically my body fluid, but from the smell, it seems to be quite sweet. Or rather, I¡¯m surprised that I have a sense of smell even though I¡¯m a plant.


    When I was playing with the honey since I had nothing else to do, I suddenly felt a gaze on me. Looking around, I spotted a bear appeared from the shade of a tree ahead of me.


    It¡¯s pretty huge for a bear. However, that¡¯s not the main issue here. There¡¯s a blade-like horn on its forehead. Yes, this bear is not just an ordinary bear, but a monster.


    I¡¯ve heard about this bear monster before. If they had their eyes set on you, it¡¯s said that they will chase you to the ends of the world until you are caught. Not only obsessive, this monster also strong enough to be called the lord of the forest.


    Slowly, the bear monster was approaching with its eyes locked on me.


    This bear is really determined, isn¡¯t it?


    I¡¯m scared. I want to run away, but I can¡¯t even move from this spot.


    I¡¯m just a flower, after all.


    Say, don¡¯t you think being a plant is too disadvantageous?


    This should be a standard practice in the wild to run away when encountering predator, but plants can¡¯t even do that.


    This is an impossible game, after all.


    I can¡¯t do this anymore.


    Somebody, please help me!


    Thus I faced my first life-threatening crisis since I became an Arlaune.

 CH 3

    Chapter 3 ¨C I¡¯m a Former Saint Plant Monster Girl and This is Honey-Loving Perverted Bear


    Laobbear ¡ª that is the name of bear monster in front of me. A ferocious monster feared by humans with the characteristic blade-like horn growing from its forehead.


    It¡¯s said that Laobbear¡¯s sharp claws can easily cut down large trees and its jaws are strong enough to bite through the armor of armored soldiers.


    Laobbear is supposed to be as big as a dump truck and taller than the surrounding trees. However, this Laobbear is smaller and shorter, so perhaps it¡¯s still a cub.


    Still locking on me, the Laobbear twitched its nose and drooling like a dog.


    My guess is that this Laobbear was lured by sweet honey from my body. Maybe it smells so delicious that it couldn¡¯t help but looking for the source. I wonder if I can make a living in the city as a honey seller. That¡¯s if I¡¯m not subjugated as a monster.


    Anyway, isn¡¯t the situation really bad? This bear is completely looking at me as a prey. Please spare me from being licked all over.


    Though this bear came for my honey, there¡¯s no guarantee it won¡¯t hurt me. The problem is even if I want to escape, I can¡¯t escape because I don¡¯t have legs. Being a plant is so inconvenient at times like this,


    I tried to threaten Laobbear by opening the bulb¡¯s mouth wide.


    Yeah, this bear won¡¯t stop.


    I can tell from this distance that this bear has crazy eyes. I can also feel his determination to get the honey no matter what it takes. Does my honey smell that delicious to you? If nothing is done, my body will be preyed upon by this honey-crazed bear¡­.


    Alright, I¡¯ve made up my mind. Let¡¯s fight this Laobbear!


    From what I know, Alraune uses the nectar that springs from its body to lure humans and animals into captivity and then prey on them for sustenance. In other words, there must be a way for an Arlaune to fight the enemies.


    The only weapons I have right now are the vines that extend from the bulb. Let¡¯s try to restraint the Laobbear¡¯s for the time being.


    Go, vine muscles!


    I tried to attack the Laobbear with my vines like a certain pocket monster, but it could be avoided easily.


    This bear is faster than I thought. But the main reason my attack missed is because I still haven¡¯t mastered the control of my vines yet.


    The distance between us was gradually reduced.


    If I can¡¯t compete in speed, I will make this Laobbear stop moving and then catch it.


    My house in the previous life was in the countryside. When I was little, I used to go on adventures in the back mountain, or go fishing with my dad in the river.


    So here is the plan; I will use my vine like a fishing rod to catch the bear. The bait is of course my own honey.


    I brought one of my vines in front of my face and smeared it with my drool¡­. I mean, with my honey. When I extended that vine toward the Laobbear, it became docile and started licking my honey-smeared vine like some kind of drug addict.


    This is quite off-putting as expected¡­.


    That honey is technically my drool. I don¡¯t have that kind of fetish. In addition, my vines also tactile. The feeling of being licked is unpleasant.


    In any case, let¡¯s restraint this honey-crazed perverted bear while I have the chance.


    However, the perverted bear desired more honey and started thrashing around like a child throwing a tantrum. Its sharp claws tore through the epidermis of my vines, sending the chloroplasts inside flying through the air.


    Ouch!?


    There was no blood, but a sensation of pain was transmitted to me. However, maybe because it was just vines, the pain was not severe.


    This is the first time I¡¯ve ever felt pain with this body of Alraune. That caught me off guard.


    Perhaps because of that, purple powder was sprayed from the corolla around my waist. The purple powder danced in the air for a while and then rained down on the perverted bear who had become a tyrant.


    Then, to my surprise, as if a baby had fallen asleep from exhaustion, the perverted bear suddenly collapsed while spewing foam from its mouth.


    Oh, are you perhaps tired? Good night¡­¡­..


    I mean, what the heck!?


    The purple powder from before is poisonous pollen, isn¡¯t it?


    That¡¯s scary!


    I apparently have poisoned this perverted bear to death. Maybe I¡¯m stronger than I thought? I¡¯m feeling a little more confident now.


    The crisis is gone. Next is what to do with this perverted bear corpse. Speaking of which, I¡¯m feeling strangely hungry from all the physical exertion.


    Lack of nutrition. Not enough energy. My wild instincts were telling me to prey on the perverted bear.


    I guess the answer is already clear. The carnivorous plants catch insects and prey on them, so there¡¯s no reason for Alraune, a plant-type monster, to not doing the same thing. However, my ego as a former human is refusing to do it.


    ¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­..


    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­


    This is not good.


    My body seems to be under-nourished more than I imagined.


    There¡¯s no other choice.


    I¡¯m sorry, Mr. Perverted Bear.


    While apologizing in my heart, I used my vines to drag the perverted bear body into the bulb¡¯s mouth and then swallowed it whole.


    Now that I have secured the perverted bear inside my stomach, all I need to do is to wait for it to dissolve in digestive juice.


    The perverted bear¡¯s body is covered with poison, but since the poison came from my own body to begin with, it won¡¯t harm me. There¡¯s nothing to worry.


    Even so, I¡¯ve never thought of eating a bear raw when I was a human, but now that my body has become a plant monster, I don¡¯t feel as disgusted as I used to be.


    The fact that the perverted bear is not chewed by the human mouth, but swallowed by the bulb¡¯s mouth, is probably the biggest factor. I don¡¯t feel like really eating it.


    I felt that the body of perverted bear gradually melted and being absorbed as nutrients.


    It¡¯s okay, Mr. Perverted Bear. I was once covered in digestive juices like that before, so I understand your feeling. Your body will melt and disappear, but don¡¯t worry, you will live in my memory.


    But this is still not enough¡­.


    This hunger cannot be satisfied with just one bear cub. I¡¯m also still under-nourished. My guess is it used a lot of energy when a body of human and a body of plant monster fused. This makes me realize once again that I¡¯ve quit being a human.


    I wonder what would everyone in the kingdom think if they found out that I was doing this kind of thing to live. I¡¯m sure there would be a lot of things to say.


    Oh well, it doesn¡¯t matter anymore. I can¡¯t accept all of the reality yet, but I do understand this much:


    I¡¯m a plant and a monster.


    I¡¯m no longer a saint, but an Arlaune.


    From now on, I will live modestly like a plant.


    Calm, gentle, and graceful like a flower.

 CH 4

    Chapter 4 ¨C Someone, Please Raise Me or Sell Me to a Greenhouse


    What does it mean to be plant-like?


    I couldn¡¯t help but ask myself as I disabled a deer monster with poisonous pollen.


    Humble?


    Calm?


    Graceful?


    What¡¯s that? Is it tasty?


    Just leave those kind of things to potted flowers kept by humans. Living in the wild is all about eat or be eaten. It¡¯s completely different from a safe place like greenhouse. The plants that don¡¯t know anything about the world like a sheltered young lady will soon wither and die.


    Forget about that, I¡¯m hungry and undernourishment. I need more food.


    *swallowed*


    Hmm, this deer meat is surprisingly not half-bad¡­.


    In my previous life, I wasn¡¯t good with wild game, but any meat is fine now. After all, everything is simply being swallowed by the bulb¡¯s mouth and digested. I can¡¯t really taste anything.


    Back to my question, what does it mean to be plant-like?


    I mostly spend all day under the sun photosynthesizing.


    When I need water, I spread my roots in the ground.


    I take nap when the weather is good.


    When I hungry, I sprinkled poison on the monsters or animals that were invited by the sweet smell of my honey to make them immobile, and prey on them.


    Yup, that¡¯s really plant-like.


    What about the last part? The carnivorous plants do something similar and it¡¯s quite normal.


    In any case, it¡¯s been a few days since I became an Arlaune. I¡¯m gradually getting used to my new life and I can say I have been doing reasonably well as both a plant and a monster.


    I don¡¯t have to worry about what others think of me since there¡¯s no humans here to begin with. The only ones that came to visit me from time to time were animals and monsters that couldn¡¯t talk. This is a freedom in a sense.


    I¡¯ve heard that the body and the environment can affect the mind, but that seems to be true. Because I¡¯m a plant monster, I will live like one, yeah.


    I did some research on my body and found out various things. First of all, I¡¯m a monster but I¡¯m not some kind of animal. I¡¯m a plant through and through.


    There is nothing special to do during the day except photosynthesizing, but it can¡¯t be helped since I can¡¯t even move from this spot. I close the corolla and sleep inside it when the sun sets, and when the morning comes again, the corolla blooms as I wake up. That¡¯s my current life cycle.


    There were so many things I needed as a human, but as a plant, those necessities have become unnecessary. So basically, my three main needs are as follows:


    ¡¤ Water


    I need water to quench my thirst. Well, I don¡¯t actually feel thirsty, but it¡¯s more understandable if I put it that way. After all, water is a vital element for my life activities. It¡¯s not exaggerating if I say I don¡¯t need anything else as long as I have water. I don¡¯t want juice. I just want plain water.


    For that purpose, I try to spread my roots as much as I can in the ground. Or rather, this is all I can do.


    ¡¤ Sunlight


    Photosynthesizing under the sunlight feels good. I can also feel the chlorophyll inside my body rejoicing. I¡¯m happiest when I¡¯m photosynthesizing.


    Plants use the energy of light to break down water to produce oxygen, and to synthesize carbon dioxide in the air into starch and other organic matter. In other words, I can produce my own food through photosynthesis.


    Because the amount of carbon dioxide in the air decreases while oxygen increases, the world will also be protected from global warming. It¡¯s exactly three birds with one stone.


    However, I get thirsty every time I¡¯m photosynthesizing. There¡¯s just never enough water.


    That¡¯s right, what I need the most is water. As long as I have water, I don¡¯t need anything else other than a moderate sunlight and a little carbon dioxide.


    Someone, please water me!


    ¡¤ Prey for additional nutrient


    Photosynthesis alone doesn¡¯t produce enough energy. That¡¯s because a flower of my size physically shouldn¡¯t exist in the first place. Moreover, it¡¯s shaped like a person and can moves the vines around and all.


    Because of that, in order to sustain my life, I need to take in additional nutrients, which is the most difficult task. I can¡¯t move from this spot, after all. I can only wait for my preys to come to me on their own.


    My sweet honey is strong enough to transform a gentleman bear into a perverted bear, but prey doesn¡¯t come every day. And even if they do come, I need to defeat them first while putting my life on the line. If I lose, I¡¯ll probably end up being eaten or killed, instead. The world of wild is so harsh.


    My irony doesn¡¯t end there. Even if I win the battle, I will be in a weakened state due to exhaustion. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m a plant, I don¡¯t seem to be very good at moving my body, and it seems to consume a lot of energy. Then, of course, I will start to feel thirsty. Someone, please water me¡­.


    In any case, I am satisfied as long as these three needs are met, but free time is my biggest problem these days. There¡¯s no entertainment. I also have no one to talk to.


    Say, do you have any good idea?


    I usually take a nap while photosynthesizing to pass the time. Other than that, I¡¯ve been studying the ecology of Arlaune lately. I miss the previous life when I was reading plants encyclopaedia at school.


    In these past few days, I have learned several things about Arlaune. First is Alraune secreting sweet honey from their body to attract preys and catch them. I¡¯ve already experienced this numerous times, so I will skip the explanation.


    From my previous knowledge as a saint, Alraune is a monster that lures people with its female appearance and seduce them with pheromones. You may say this slim waist and bountiful breasts also serve as bait for hunting.


    When I was a saint, I was rather on the small side, so seeing Alraune¡¯s charming and bountiful breasts made me feel a little more mature. It¡¯s good to know that even though I¡¯ve become a flower, my growth spurt hasn¡¯t ended yet.


    I won¡¯t lose to that fucking junior of abominable saint apprentice now. That thieving cat was cheeky because she was younger but had bigger boobs than me. I¡¯m sure she used those boobs to seduce the hero. Absolutely heretical.


    Anyway, what should I do if a human wanders into this forest?


    Will they scream when they see me, or will they attack at me for being a monster?


    I guess the role of this body is to prevent them from doing so. After all, it¡¯s strange how a plant can have a human woman¡¯s body attached to it.


    I¡¯ve also heard that Alraune feeds on life force of human males. They will seduce the wanderers using their beautiful appearance and captivate them.


    What should I do?


    I don¡¯t have the confidence to do it.


    It¡¯s too embarrassing to ask a man out.


    I¡¯ve never had such an experience even in my previous life.


    Yeah, I had a fianc¨¦, but I and the hero were not particularly close or anything. I saw him more as a companion that a love interest. Our engagement was something that our parents had decided because we have known each other since childhood.


    If we were close, he would have believed me¡­.


    Ugh, let¡¯s stop. Thinking about it only makes me sad. Instead of tears, honey comes out of my eyes.


    Anyway, how do I take life force from men? Don¡¯t tell it¡¯s through ¡®that¡¯ kind of activity. I mean, with this body? How?


    Oh well, let¡¯s save it for later. It¡¯s not some something urgent in the first place. Or rather, I want to avoid such a thing as much as possible.


    I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because Alraune is a monster that look like a human, but what will this men¡¯s life force be used for? Maybe energy? Or nutrients? I¡¯m not sure. Unlike Japan, here is a fantasy world, after all.


    While we are on this topic, am I pretty? Can I make any man turn to me?


    I¡¯m asking since I don¡¯t know what my face looks like now because I don¡¯t have a mirror. I wonder if it¡¯s still the same face as when I was a saint. After all, when I touched it, the outline of my face was similar to what I could remember.


    The corolla is splendid bright red. My personal impression is that it¡¯s a beautiful flower. Maybe something like a rose? No, I think it¡¯s a little different.


    I have no idea what kind of flower it is, but it¡¯s surely not a rafflesia. I¡¯d like to think so¡­.


    Hmm? Oh, it looks like we have a visitor.


    Lured by the sweet smell of my honey, a rabbit monster came hopping.


    How cute~! The rabbit¡¯s snow white fur looks fluffy and nice to the touch. It¡¯s small and difficult to catch, but that¡¯s not a problem for me.


    I released poisonous pollen from the corolla to stop the rabbit from moving. Next I snapped its neck using my vine to make sure it was dead.


    I feel bad for the white rabbit, but I have to steel my heart. This is also how I show my consideration so it won¡¯t go through a painful experience of being digested alive like me back then.


    It¡¯s not like I was traumatized when my prey suddenly rampaging inside the bulb and almost ripped me apart from the inside. I¡¯m not lying!


    Finally, I dragged the rabbit¡¯s dead body closer, opened the bulb¡¯s mouth wide, and swallowed it whole.


    Ugh, I¡¯m really sorry¡­.


    From an objective point of view, I look like nothing but a ferocious monster in the current scene. But please believe me. I¡¯m aspiring to be a beautiful flower, not a monster. I want to grow into a beautiful flower and not only could produce delicious honey, but also a feast for the eyes.


    Oh, there¡¯s another rabbit.


    Is it perhaps a friend of the rabbit from earlier?


    Then I will guide you to your friend. I¡¯m kind, after all. I used to be called a saint, you know.


    The rabbit began to tremble like a frog glared at by a snake when I opened the bulb¡¯s mouth wide.


    Please don¡¯t be afraid!


    I¡¯m just an ordinary beautiful flower.


    Here, please shake my hand (vine) and accept my apology.


    Good.


    I will guide you to your friend now.


    *swallowed*


    Thanks for the food.

 CH 5

    Chapter 5 ¨C I¡¯m a Solanaceous Woman


    When I was a high school girl in Japan, I could never have imagined that I would become a saint in this fantasy world, and then changed to the plant monster route as an Alraune. Fortunately, the high school girl me ¡ª Murasaki Ayame, was quite familiar with plants.


    I was an anime, manga, and video game enthusiast, but I kept it a secret at school. I was what known as a closet otaku. Instead, I was always reading books at school.


    I might had been mistaken for a literary girl, but most of the books I read were book with illustrations. Something like animal encyclopedia, fish encyclopedia, dinosaur encyclopedia, etc. Among them, the one I read and liked the most was plants encyclopedia.


    I only read them at school during break to kill time at first, but before I knew it, I had become a plant-loving girl who enjoyed looking at flowers. Then again, it was just a hobby, so please don¡¯t expect me to know about anything complicated.


    Back to the previous topic, the high school girl me had at least heard a plant monster called Arlaune. I was an otaku, after all


    Although I recognized it as an imaginary thing, I had actually read about a plant similar to Alraune in a book. That¡¯s right, I¡¯m talking about Mandrake. The Mandrake plant certainly did exist in the Earth.


    In many fantasy stories, Mandrake is also called Mandragora, and is often used as an ingredient to make magic potions. It¡¯s said that when Mandragora is pulled out of the ground, it will scream so loud, enough to make those nearby faint.


    Speaking about Mandragora, I saw it appeared in famous movies about a certain bespectacled wizard.


    The other important piece of information about Mandrake is that it belongs to Solanaceae family. But why did I suddenly remember about such information? I guess it¡¯s because there¡¯s no resemblance between Mandrake and eggplant, at all.


    Personally, I think that Alraune is a relative of Mandrake. Both of them are plant monsters the grow on the ground and all. In addition, when I was a high school girl in Japan, I had also read some articles which explained that Alraune and Mandrake were actually the same. My point is just like Mandragora, Alraune also belongs to Solanaceae family¡­.


    Does this mean I¡¯m some kind of eggplant!? No matter how much I like eggplant, I don¡¯t want be an eggplant myself as expected.


    Eggplants are supposed to be Amphoteric which means having both stamens and pistils in one flower. However, I couldn¡¯t find stamen anywhere on my body. I guess the evolution of the pistil causes the stamen to degenerate and disappear, resulting in a Parthenogenetic flower.


    In other words, my gender is undoubtedly female, right? My body looks like that of a female human, but since I¡¯m also a plant and a flower, I wasn¡¯t absolutely sure about my gender.


    Thank goodness I¡¯m a Parthenogenetic flower. If I was an Amphoteric flower, I would be a woman and a man.  I, a former saint and a high school girl in the previous life, am not prepared to have both sexes. I would really hate it. Please give me a break!


    For your information, there are Angiosperms with Parthenogenetic flowers, which is the characteristic of Gymnosperms. For example; sponge gourd, watermelon, cucumber, etc.


    I thought I didn¡¯t have a gender since I also couldn¡¯t find a pistil anywhere. However, I realized that this female body is the pistil itself. I mean, something that grows in the middle of corolla can only be a pistil, right?


    There should be an ovary somewhere if this female body is really a pistil. For normal flowers, the ovary is usually located at the base of the pistil. I guess it¡¯s the area around my lower abdomen for me. Inside the ovary, there should be an ovule that is the origin of the seed.


    If it¡¯s too confusing, the ovary is the uterus and the ovule is the egg in humans. This reminds me of biology class in my previous life.


    I tried to touch the area around my stomach


    The place where a child is made is the same place as in humans. It¡¯s a strange coincidence. If it were pollinated, would it become a fruit like a cucumber or a watermelon? What would happen to me at that time?


    I tried to imagine how the ovary ¡ª the area around abdomen, would swell up after pollination.


    I would look like a pregnant human woman, but I¡¯m a plant. My belly will continue to grow bigger, and eventually, my upper body ¡ª the human body, will be absorbed by the fruit and disappear.


    No, I don¡¯t like that.


    I¡¯m sure I will be no longer me.


    That¡¯s right, I just need to avoid pollination.


    I also still can¡¯t accept the fact that I¡¯m actually just a pistil, so let¡¯s put everything in the back of my mind for the time being.


    When I was feeling depressed, I hear a buzzing sound from a distance. I could understand without looking that there was a bee approaching.


    Ugh, I hate bee. They sting and it hurts a lot. But since I¡¯m no longer a human, it probably won¡¯t be that bad even if I get stung. In addition, as long as I¡¯m a flower, I can separate bee from my life.


    If you think about it, it¡¯s only natural for bee or the other insects to approach a flower like me in search of nectar. I mean, it¡¯s strange that no insects got lured until now. I thought that perhaps my body was secreting pheromones that insects did not like.


    Hmm!?


    Hold on¡­.


    Somehow, the buzzing sound keeps getting louder like that of a helicopter.


    Not long after I thought so, it appeared ¡ª- a bee as big as adult human.


    If I remember it correctly, it¡¯s a monster called Zormbine.


    No, that¡¯s not important right now!


    Speaking of bees, they are famous for their pollination activities, right?


    When worker bees collect nectar and pollen from a flower, some of the pollen from the stamen of that flower will stick to their body, be carried over from one flower to another, and sometimes it comes off and fall into the pistil. Therefore, even if it¡¯s a Parthenogenetic flower with only a pistil, it can still obtain the pollen from the stamen of other flower and pollinate, thanks to the bees. This is called cross-pollination, and fruit farmers often keep beehives near their field for this purpose.


    Simply put, bees pollinate the flowers as they move from one flower to another to gather food. This is why bees are called pollinators.


    Hmm, wait a moment¡­.


    H-Hey, a time-out!


    Priiiit!


    You there, stop moving!


    I¡¯m telling you to stop moving!


    I mean, please, I beg you, don¡¯t get any closer!


    You are here for my honey, right?


    You are going to touch my body, aren¡¯t you?


    No, you can¡¯t!


    My instinct as a female flower tells me that you¡¯re flying around with the pollen from other male flowers on your body. I will be pollinated if you touch my body. I¡¯m a female flower and a pistil itself, after all. I absolutely hate it!


    NOOO!!


    It¡¯s coming this way!


    It¡¯s flying straight at me!


    It¡¯s also got pollen on its body just as I thought!


    This is not good!


    This is seriously bad!


    I will be pollinated at this rate!!!


    PS: I added an illustration on the previous chapter.

 CH 6

    Chapter 6 ¨C Pollination Crisis


    Emergency! It¡¯s an emergency comparable to the time when I was betrayed by my companions.


    I, Arlaune, am a female flower and my upper body is a pistil.


    Over there is a bee monster called Zormbine with pollen from male flowers on its body.


    If the pollen on that bee¡¯s body reach me, I will pollinate. It¡¯s like get pregnant in human terms.


    If I don¡¯t do something, I¡¯ll be humiliated by that bee.


    I¡¯m scared!!!


    I mean, why can¡¯t plants choose their partner freely based on love?


    Yeah, I know. Plants don¡¯t do that.


    In this harsh world, your species will go extinct if you don¡¯t produce as many offspring as possible. However, I want to be an exception. I don¡¯t need an offspring. I want to be a single flower forever.


    When pollinated, this body will eventually become a fruit to produce seeds. If that happens, I¡¯m sure I won¡¯t be myself anymore. I will be as good as dead.


    Or rather, to bear a child of an unknown male flower, you¡¯ve got to be kidding me!


    I¡¯m not such a cheap flower!


    I am, after all, a former duke¡¯s daughter and saint!


    To all unknown male flowers out there, first send me your photo and profile, and then come to introduce yourself when the time¡¯s right. I won¡¯t refuse if it¡¯s just a blind date.


    Now, let¡¯s calm down for a bit.¡­.


    If I remember it correctly, the pollen enters the pistil through the stigma towards the ovule located in the base of flower, which resulting in a pollination.


    But which part of my body is the stigma? My head? Or perhaps my hair? Since the pollen needs to enter my body, maybe my mouth?


    The matter of pollination aside, I don¡¯t like the idea of pollen entered my mouth. The pollen could also enter through my nostril or other parts of my body, but that doesn¡¯t make things better. In any case, just don¡¯t ever let bee get close to me because that will put my chastity in danger.


    To Arlaune, a child born from my seed, I don¡¯t want to say; ¡°I don¡¯t know who your father is.¡±. Or rather, I can¡¯t say it even if I wanted to because I technically would become that seed.


    So, to protect my chastity, I will fight with everything I¡¯ve got!


    Focusing all my attention on my vines, I launched a preemptive strike at the approaching Zormbine. However, it didn¡¯t hit the target.


    Fast! I guess it¡¯s to be expected from a bee. Still, unlike normal bee, it¡¯s a monster as big as adult human, so it¡¯s much easier to target.


    I launched dozens of strikes afterwards, but not even once I landed a hit. Feeling annoyed, the Zormbine retaliated by biting off one of my vines.


    Ouch!


    I had never imagined to be bitten instead being stung by a bee. The combination of pain, frustration, and the fact that my chastity was in danger, caused honey to drip from my eyes instead of tears. Seeing that, the Zormbine got even more motivated to approach me.


    Eek!?


    D-Don¡¯t get any closer!


    Take this!!


    I shot poisonous pollen towards the Zormbine.


    This is my ultimate weapon that killed even the perverted bear in single breath.


    However, nothing happened to the Zormbine even after some time had passed. Being a bee monster that also used poison, the Zormbine apparently had a fairly high poison resistance.


    Perhaps it was on alert after the poisonous pollen attack, the Zormbine stayed in the air where my vines couldn¡¯t reach. Meanwhile, I gently stroked the bitten vine with teary eyes.


    When I was a saint, I would use recovery magic right away whenever I got hurt. Speaking of which, can the current me use magic?


    I tried to fire Light Arrow at the Zormbine as an experiment, but nothing happened.


    Magic seems unusable.


    Oh well, being a monster and a plant, I guess there¡¯s no helping it.


    I thought that I couldn¡¯t use recovery magic either, but there was a reaction and my vine grew back to the way before it was bitten.


    What¡¯s going on!? I think it¡¯s a little different from recovery magic. Instead of recovering, the vine seems to have grown. Could it be that when I use recovery magic, instead of healing, it¡¯s promoting the growth of the plant?


    For your information, it¡¯s officially called light recovery magic. Light is important to plants, and is one of my three major needs. I guess that¡¯s why light recovery magic and this plant body are pretty compatible.


    For the next experiment, I tried to apply recovery magic on the other vines. Then, as if watching a fast-forward video, the vines rapidly grew to twice their original length. Not only that, their number has also doubled.


    Instead of healing, I seem to have gained the ability to make plants grow rapidly. If this is the case, I might have just found a way to defeat that bee.


    I stretched out my vine towards the still hovering Zormbine. Seeing it could only reach the empty air, the Zormbine let out a squeal of derision.


    You should not let your guard down yet.


    I used recovery magic to make my vine grow longer rapidly. Unable to react on time to the sudden change, I successfully landed a solid hit on the Zormbine¡¯s wings at last.


    Then, before it could recover from the shock, I hit the Zormbine using all of my vines, sent its body crashing into the ground, and then restrained it tightly. The Zormbine put up a desperate resistance, buzzing, squealing, biting, and stabbing my vines using its stinger, but I endured it.


    This is the end¡­.


    I tore off the Zormbine¡¯s body into two using my vines.


    This is what happens to those who tried to defile me. I will show no mercy. Now then¡­.


    I WON!!!


    Yeah, I did it!


    I have protected my chastity!


    ¡ªor so I thought until I heard a sound like that of helicopters regiment approaching from the other side of forest.


    Speaking of which, I¡¯ve heard that bees will send a distress signal to their friends when their life in danger. No way, is that the cry from before!?


    The answer to that question came a while later together with a cruel reality. The army of Zormbine covered the sky above me, dyed it in yellow and black color.


    There are more bee eyes than what I could count staring straight at me.


    What should I do!?


    I just barely defeated a bee that was trying to defile me, but there are even more of them now. I¡¯m sure everyone has pollen from male flowers on their bodies¡­.


    This is bad.


    This number is impossible.


    I might really be pollinated this time!!!

 CH 7

    Chapter 7 ¨C Please be Gentle Because This is My First Time


    Yeah, impossible. This is too much!


    When I was a high school girl in my previous life, I was an otaku with a history of not having boyfriend = age. I also never had boyfriend when I was a saint, but instead I had a fianc¨¦ ¡ª the hero.


    I was planning to dedicate my very first time to him. However, he cheated on me with that bitch junior of saint apprentice. As if it was not bad enough, now I¡¯m about to be violated by a horde of bee monsters.


    The pollen from an unknown male flower would enter my body, make its way to the ovule inside my stomach, and pollinate me. After that, the seeds that would become my offspring would be conceived, and then my life as an Alraune would come to an end.


    No, I absolutely hate it!!!


    Even when I was betrayed by my companions and killed, I somehow managed to survive, although with the cost of me becoming an Arlaune. So, this time, I should manage to survive from the predicament again. Yeah, I¡¯m sure everything will work out somehow in the end.


    I increased the length and the number of my vines using recovery magic. Next I coiled them around my whole body like a cocoon.


    Here is the strategy: Treasure Your Life! I mean, against this number of opponents, there¡¯s no better strategy than putting everything on the defense.


    No matter how many vines increased, I¡¯m not confident I can take on hundreds of Zornbienes at the same time as expected. I might be managed to do something if it¡¯s just dozens of them.


    The horde of Zornbiene came clinging to the cocoon of vines just I had predicted. I could also hear the sound of them started gnawing on my vines.


    No problem. This is still within my calculation. I can just keep growing them back and fill the gap. This should be enough to prevent the Zornbienes from reaching my body. Let¡¯s turn this into a battle of endurance. I won¡¯t give up my chastity so easily.


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    I¡¯m getting thirsty¡­.


    Instead of magical power, this body of Arlaune seems to consume water to cast recovery magic. I get thirsty every time I regenerate my vines because of that. I need some water. I wonder if it will end soon¡­.


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    H-Hey, how long are you going to do this?


    I have a feeling it¡¯s already been a few hours. Just give up and go home. The queen bee, your lord, is surely waiting for you to return. Go home early and have dinner with your family.


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    Say, isn¡¯t the situation kinda bad!?


    There is not enough water. The number of my vines is less compared to the beginning, and their re-growth rate is gradually slowing down as well. It¡¯s only matter of time before the defense of my vines cocoon get breached.


    What should I do? Even if I start to go on offensive now, I don¡¯t see any chance of winning. Forget about defeating all of them, I lose if even one of them touched my body.


    How can I make them go home while preventing them from touching my body at the same time? Go think of something, Me!


    To begin with, how did I end up in this situation? I guess it was all started when one of them got lured by my honey. In that case, wouldn¡¯t they be satisfied and go home if I just give it to them?


    I brought one of my vines to my mouth and smeared it with my honey using my tongue. When I stretched this honey-smeared vine out of the cocoon, I could feel the swarm of Zornbienes flying towards it in ordered manner.


    Oh!? Their reception is better that I expected.


    Great, let¡¯s keep this up!


    I made another honey-smeared vine, I stretched the honey-smeared vine out of the cocoon, the Zornbienes started to gather around it to collect the honey ¡ª and so it went on like an infinite loop.


    Then, when the water and honey in my body all dried up and my vision started to spin, I noticed that the signs of life outside the cocoon had disappeared. I fearfully peeked the outside to check the situation and found out that the sky had turned completely dark.


    It¡¯s already night before I knew it¡­.


    The Zornbienes¡­. are nowhere to be seen¡­. I survived¡­?


    Yeah, I did it!


    I made it out of the crisis unscathed.


    My vines are indeed in tatter after being bitten, stabbed, and licked all over. However, since my main body ¡ª this female body, is unscathed, it¡¯s not exaggerating to say this is my complete victory.


    Anyway, I¡¯m so tired I¡¯m getting sleepy. But above all, I¡¯m very thirsty. I wonder if it will rain soon¡­.


    With such thoughts in mind, I closed the corolla in preparation for going to bed. I fell asleep not long afterwards due to all the tension left my body. I had no idea at that time that the crisis was not over yet.


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    The next morning, when I opened my corolla as I woke up, I found several Zornbienes were already waiting for me.


    G-Good morning, everyone¡­.


    I haven¡¯t seen you since yesterday. I mean, I have never expected you would come to see me again this soon. I guess you like my honey so much that you couldn¡¯t stop thinking about me. I feel honored, but I don¡¯t want to see you ever again if possible.


    I wonder if I should just accept my fate and let them to pollinate me¡­.


    As my last-ditch struggle, I smeared some honey on the vine, stretched it towards the Zornbienes, and joined my hand together in front of my chest to implore them to go home after this.


    The Zornbienes started collecting the honey quietly. When the honey on my vine had been cleanly collected, they stayed in the air as if waiting for something. Then, something unusual happened.


    ¡°Gueee~!!¡±


    I didn¡¯t know Zornbiene could make such a sound. I mean, are you perhaps talking to me? I don¡¯t understand bee language. My guess is they¡¯re asking for more honey.


    Sorry, but I¡¯m already exhausted. You can see the corolla I¡¯m so proud of is waning and losing its brightness. Even the bulb of my lower body is shriveled and its mouth turned into a frown.


    I didn¡¯t know if my full-bodied wounded appeal had gotten through. The Zornbienes quietly went deep into the forest.


    So, umm¡­. am I saved¡­?


    When I was wondering why I wasn¡¯t attacked, the Zornbienes came back.


    Already!? It¡¯s only been a few minutes. I can¡¯t produce honey even if I want to because I still haven¡¯t recovered yet.


    The Zornbienes suddenly dropped something in front of me who started to panic. That solid object hit the ground with a thud.


    This is¡­. a wild boar¡­?


    What the Zornbienes dropped was a boar monster called Vaanschwein.


    Are you giving this to me?


    Does that mean it¡¯s a present?


    When I turned my troubled gaze to the Zornbienes, they floated up and down as if nodding.


    I wonder if they want me to eat this so I can get well soon and give them honey again. This is unbelievable. However, given the situation, I can¡¯t think of any other intention.


    While suspecting it was actually a trap, I decided to eat the Vaanschwein with gratitude.


    *swallowed*


    Yeah, there doesn¡¯t seem to be any problem.


    The Zornbienes who saw me swallowing the Vaanschwein left somewhere with satisfaction.


    Speaking of which, I¡¯ve read about the coexistence between bees and flowers in nature. When bees are collecting nectar and pollen from flowers, they are helping the flower to pollinate. I¡¯m sure it¡¯s called a symbiotic mutualism. I guess the same can be said for the bee monster ¡ª Zornbiene, and the plant monster ¡ª Alraune.


    The Zornbiene feed on my honey. So rather than forcing me as an enemy to squeeze it out of me, they have chosen to establish a friendly relationship with me. However, since they already know that I don¡¯t want to be pollinated, they give me food instead in return for the honey. I can only think so.


    I wonder if my honey has that much appeal.


    There must be something that only I couldn¡¯t understand.


    The Zornbienes came back again and then started swirling around me.


    Oh, are you perhaps guarding me? This makes me feel like a princess guarded by knights


    Speaking of princess, when I was a high school girl in Japan, I remember that there was a girl student who was treated like a princess by her fellow club members because she was the only girl member in that club. That¡¯s the kind of image I have right now.


    I don¡¯t want to be a princess of the club, but if it¡¯s a princess of the forest, I might consider it. I mean, even I look like this now, I¡¯m still a former duke¡¯s daughter, a genuine princess.


    And so, on the condition I provide them with my honey, I and the Zornbienes established some kind of friendship.


    This is the first time I made friends since I became an Alraune. They are bees, though.


    PS: Please keep in mind that our heroine can¡¯t use magic, so her recovery magic is actually not a magic, but some kind of ability.

 CH 8

    Chapter 8 ¨C Arlaune and Forest Girls¡¯ Academy


    I¡¯m Arlaune, a plant monster girl.


    Instead of providing them with my honey, I received food ration and protection from the Zornbienes. Is this the beginning of life surrounded by bees? I feel like an idol who received a tribute from the fans. No, it¡¯s a princess and knights.


    Every once in a while, there were newcomers who tried to pollinate me, so I chased them away after some good beating. I need to punish the bad children strictly so they would reflect on their mistakes.


    Speaking of which, I¡¯ve heard that all worker bees are females. This means everyone protecting me here are female knights. The bee circle turned to be a Lily Garden. Is this a girls¡¯ academy?


    The female knights gathered around me, Arlaune. If we are going to do this regularly, I think we will need to decide a name for this gathering. Okay, let¡¯s call it Forest Girls Association.


    Good day, everyone.


    Say, which one among you is the leader?


    What? Her Majesty Queen Bee never left the nest?


    I¡¯d like to give her my greatest gratitude for always dispatching her female knights to guard me. I also hope she would make me her sister-in-law and take me under her wings. If she accepts it, I will call her ¡®Onee-sama¡¯ as a proof of my respect.


    Speaking of which, it seems that sisters are called ¡®s?ur¡¯ in French. If you¡¯re an otaku, you¡¯ll accumulate all the weird knowledge you won¡¯t even use.


    Just a few minutes ago, there was a Zornbiene who tried to pollinate me, so I knocked her down to the ground. That girl must be in a position of villainess.


    If you do something stupid like this again, you will meet a bad end inside my stomach. There¡¯s no guarantee you will be reincarnated, so take care of your life and don¡¯t choose the wrong route.


    There are some who pissed me off, but everyone is my friends. The proof is right in front of my eyes.


    A pack of monkey monsters called Balbaa¡¯affe came to avenge their friend I killed yesterday. There¡¯s around 20 of them. Moreover, these guys seem to be intelligent, and for some reason, some individuals carrying swords, spears, and even bows.


    I couldn¡¯t deal with a group of armed opponents alone as expected. Therefore, for the first time, I tried to send a distress signal by extending my vine high to the sky.


    Can you guess what happened afterwards? Thar¡¯s right, I heard a familiar buzzing sound approaching from somewhere. The female knights were coming to my rescue.


    Then, after a while, my friends, the bee monsters ¡ª Zornbiene, finally appeared like SPs. Facing 20 Balbaa¡¯affes with weapons, I have around 100 Zornbienes that were physically bigger than them with me.


    Of course, it was our overwhelming victory. No matter how many weapons they had, it was useless when a swarm of Zornbienes attacked them at the same time. The whole pack of Balbaa¡¯affes was annihilated as a result.


    When I noticed it, there was a white bird from who-knows-where kicking and stepping on the corpses of Balbaa¡¯affe. The bird looked like a crow that had been painted white. I felt sorry for the Balbaa¡¯affes seeing their dead bodies being toyed with by a small bird.


    All right, the white bird I¡¯ve never seen before over there, you will become my snack.


    Unfortunately, that white bird escaped to somewhere the moment I moved my vine.


    Oh well, there¡¯s already plenty of treats prepared for me here.


    Some of the female knights have fallen in the battle, so I need to comfort their souls. Of course, with my digestive juice.


    *swallowed*


    Tonight¡¯s dinner is raw Zornbienes and Balbaa¡¯affe. The Zornbienes don¡¯t seem to mind if I eat their fallen comrades. This must be the power of my honey.


    The Zornbienes went back to their nest, carrying half of the Balbaa¡¯affe¡¯s corpses with them.


    I¡¯m sure they will have dinner with their families. That must be nice. I always eat alone here, after all.


    While eating quietly in my loneliness, remembering about the pollination crisis, I decided to make a plan for the future.


    Yes, I¡¯ve decided my future goals!


    I don¡¯t want to do anything dangerous anymore. I don¡¯t want to be betrayed, and I don¡¯t want to be exterminated. Therefore, I will create a paradise where I can be at ease.


    A large forest with abundant nature and many plants that are friendly to me. Surrounded by animals and monsters that adore me, everyone will get along and live in peace. That¡¯s how I¡¯ll spend my plant life quietly photosynthesizing.


    The current situation is the first step towards such goals. From now on, I will spread my influence throughout the forest to guarantee my safe and secure plant life.


    On that night, when I was sleeping soundly inside my corolla, something strange happened in the forest. I felt that the temperature around me suddenly skyrocketed.


    Isn¡¯t this kinda hot here!? If I were a human, my body would be drenched in sweat and sticky. I¡¯m free of such a worry now.


    Feeling something just passed above me, I opened my corolla and saw something like a burning plane was flying in the sky.


    A shining unidentified object flying in the night sky¡­. is that a UFO!? That doesn¡¯t mean it came from the space, though.


    I wondered about the identity of the flying object for some time. However, since my instincts were telling me that plants were not supposed to be active in the night when there was no sunlight, I closed my corolla and went back to sleep, putting the matter about unidentified flying object in the back of my mind.


    Probably, it was from that time that the rain had stopped coming altogether. Later I would learn the true meaning of words ¡®I need some water¡¯ that I always muttered in my heart, through experience.

 CH 9

    Chapter 9 ¨C Can Anyone Teach Me How to Beg for Rain?


    Suddenly, summer had come.


    It¡¯s so hot!!


    What¡¯s with the weather!?


    Looking up at the cloudless sky, I stretched out my hands high.


    I wonder if it will rain.


    I need water¡­.


    Since the day I saw an unidentified flying object shining at night, the season had suddenly changed to mid-summer.


    UFO that calls for summer?


    I feel a sign of youth like radio waves¡­.


    No, I have never heard such a story in this world.


    Due to the hot waves and lack of rain, the ground started to crack in several places.


    It¡¯s a drought.


    The forest is screaming that there is not enough water.


    My body, too, have started to run out of water and groaning.


    The corolla I¡¯m so proud of is wilting and my leaves are cracking. The vascular bundles, which are the pathways for water in plants, is noisily asking to send water all over the body as soon as possible. They seem to have been bored with no work lately. But hey, tell that complaint to the roots!


    I¡¯m doing everything what I can do here. I¡¯m using all the strength I have to keep pushing the roots deeper and deeper. I send a command to them to absorb more water. Even so, they could only get a hazy amount of water. That shows how bad the heat waves we¡¯ve been getting.


    The other plants around me should still have plenty of room to grow even under these conditions. However, I am a plant monster called Alraune. I¡¯m bigger and consume a completely different amount of energy per day compared them.


    I am the only one here who has a mouth on a large bulb, can move my vines freely, and can grow a human body on flower. The more special and unusual I am for a plant, the less fuel efficient I am.


    I hope I can manage to endure it somehow.


    I wonder if it will rain soon¡­.


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    Several days had passed since then. One morning, I woke up feeling uncomfortable. I felt some kind of the pressure on my bulb as if something poking it. I looked down and found a root sticking out of ground.


    What does this mean!?


    There was nothing here until yesterday.


    Yeah, this is not mine.


    Could it be this is a sexual harassment?


    I found the perpetrator easily. He was standing boldly some distance away in front of me, after all.


    You, the tree over there!


    The root of a nearby tree had grown until it reached my bulb, exposing its surface to the outside


    His root should have not grown this far in a day. I wonder what is the reason for such a rapid growth. Are you, by any chance, a perverted tree?


    This is a crime in progress. You have the right to remain silent. Or, if you are willing to give me a large amount of water as a solatium, I can pretend that nothing happened this time, and I won¡¯t turn you in to the police officer either. That¡¯s how much I need water right now.


    This must be the same for that tree. He grew his root all the way here to collect as much water as possible. Even so, no ordinary tree could grow its roots this fast. Maybe this is what they call a magic tree. This is my first time seeing one.


    Still, sexual harassment is bad thing.


    He needs to be punished for this crime.


    Of course, in my stomach!


    The distance to the magic tree is less than ten meters. This is still within the range of my vines. Now then, I¡¯m going to use my vines to deliver a death penalty to the sexual harasser.


    It took me half a day, but I managed to uproot the magic tree. I broke off its branches one by one with my vines and carried them to the bulb¡¯s mouth.


    It¡¯s time to eat.


    Yeah, there¡¯s a little bit of moisture¡­.


    THIS IS IT!!!


    I summoned my remaining energy and scraped up the surrounding vegetation.


    They¡¯re not dead yet, which means they must still have some water left in their bodies. In other words, I can get all the water I want if I eat them.


    I started from the unnamed weeds, overgrown plants in the vicinity, and even trees.


    This is a world where the strong eat the weak, so please don¡¯t blame me. I¡¯m only doing this to survive, after all.


    Thus I managed to gather some water to sustain my life for a while longer. Perhaps out of sympathy with my condition, the Zornbienes also temporarily suspended their honey collection.


    That¡¯s very helpful. Although it would be even better if they could also bring some water from the river for me. But with hands like theirs, it would be difficult as expected.


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    The life was tough. A malicious environment that made you felt like you were being tortured. I wanted water so much that I would do anything for it. The Zornbienes gave me food from once in a while, but I¡¯ve reached the limit. I¡¯ve finally lost my mind.


    O rain, come¡­.


    O rain, please come¡­.


    The goddess in the heaven, please grace me with the rain¡­.


    This scene must look bizarre to you. I mean, a lone Alraune raised her hands to the sky and begged for rain. However, I¡¯m already at my wits¡¯ end here. I want water so badly that I will do anything for it. Even doing this rain-begging ritual. But to tell the truth, I don¡¯t actually know how to do it. I should have studied it in my previous lives.


    Still, if it¡¯s a choice between doing it or not, I have no choice but to do it. I feel like a priestess praying to the gods. I¡¯ve been begging for rain every day, so I think it¡¯s about time I awaken my ability as a shaman.


    When I was working hard on the unfamiliar shaman¡¯s duties, I felt a gaze from the ground nearby. There was a white bird watching me performing the rain-begging ritual.


    I feel like seeing that bird a lot these days¡­.


    But it must be nice to be a bird. You can fly freely in the sky. Whenever you get thirsty, you just need to go to the watering hole and drink as much water as you want, or even take a bath. I¡¯m so envious!


    The bird was staring at me with pitiful eyes.


    Hey, did you come here to pick a fight with me?


    Did you come to watch a pitiful flower who couldn¡¯t get water and dying?


    Unforgivable!


    If you look closely, that bird seems to have a pretty healthy body. If I swallowed it whole, my throat would be moistened.


    I stretched my vine to capture the white bird. However, once again, the white bird successfully escaped from me.


    Grrr!!! That white bird seems to be good at detecting danger.


    That being said, it doesn¡¯t mean only bad things happened. That white bird seems to have just taken a bath, so when it flapped its wings to escape, droplets of water splashed on me. Just a little bit, but it was certainly water.


    The droplets of water that splashed on me, even if it was just several dozen drops, had become a blessing that extended my life.


    Fine, I will let you off this time as thanks for the water


    Thus I was able to recover to some extent and regained my mind. Nevertheless, I continued to do the rain-begging ritual every day. There was just not enough water, after all.


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    My wish finally came true about a week after I started begging for rain every day. One night, just like the time when the drought started, I saw something shining passed in the sky above me.


    An unidentified flying object, surrounded in a red light that looked like it was on fire, went off somewhere. The next morning, I checked the direction in which the UFO flew away.


    There should be a big mountain and a series of smaller mountains in that direction. If I remember it correctly, that place is called the demon mountain range because the demon lord¡¯s subordinates are said to live there. The next destination of our party when I was a saint was that place.


    But it doesn¡¯t matter to me anymore. I¡¯m no longer interested in the demon lord or his subordinates. It¡¯s not something that a single flower living in the forest should be worried about.


    In any case, the unidentified flying object that was passing through the sky at night is a still mystery, but I have no way to gather information about it. Maybe it was some kind of spirit that appeared at the change of seasons in this region. I¡¯ve heard that spirits have a way of manipulating nature, so it¡¯s possible. Then again, that¡¯s just a speculation. The truth is still unknown.


    I¡¯m completely disconnected from the outside world, and even if something big were to happen outside, I¡¯m just a flower girl and can¡¯t do anything about it. Because of that, I try not to think too much about what¡¯s going on outside.


    I hope that one day I can find out about the identity of that UFO. Until then, I will just keep this matter in the back of my mind. There¡¯s something more important right now, after all.


    Yeah, I¡¯m talking about the first cloudy sky in a month!


    I clasped my hands together, hoping it would rain soon. Then, a grain of stain was born on the ground, and it spread like a rat race in the blink of an eye.


    It¡¯s raining at last.


    I¡¯m saved¡­.


    *gulped*


    The water is so delicious¡­.


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    The scorching summer was over. My everyday life had returned again. There had been no drought since then. It rained properly, and the temperature did not rise strangely.


    I¡¯ve never thought I would be starving for water like that. The rain is really a blessing to nature. If it hadn¡¯t rained, the world would have been surrounded by deserts.


    Thank you, rain.


    The water is delicious.


    I can spend comfortable days again with this.


    I wake up in the morning, bask in the sun, the Zornbienes bring me food in the afternoon, I offer them honey in return, I take a nap in the sun, I exchange the food and honey with the Zornbienes again in the evening, and at night I close my corolla and go to bed.


    What kind of NEET life is this?


    That¡¯s just how plants are, so I can¡¯t help it.


    This is the peak of life!


    Speaking of problem, this place is still lack of entertainment. I have too much free time in my hands that this boredom is killing me


    And so my days of paradise life continued. It was the perfect environment that seemed to be my reward for all the hardship I had gone through due to the drought. I had finally realized the plant life that I dreamed of ¡ª living quietly while photosynthesizing.


    The Zornbienes are really my best friends. Now that the drought is over, I¡¯ve been giving them more honey than before as a token of my appreciation. They seem to be happy about it.


    Everyone gets along well and lives in peace. If I can keep this up, I might even be able to take control of this forest. If there are no enemies left, there will be no one to pose a danger to me anymore. I will achieve my ideal life and my wish will be truly fulfilled. To reach that goal, first I will do my best to provide honey for the Zornbienes so they will continue to protect me.


    Excuse me, everyone.


    I¡¯d like to have rabbit for dinner tonight.


    I like them because they are cute.


    They are small and can¡¯t fill my belly, though.


    I guess they are like snack.


    I wonder if I have time to think about something like this because my safety and food supply has been stabilized now.


    I haven¡¯t had much experience being pampered by the opposite sex in the past, but I don¡¯t feel bad about becoming the princess of the forest with the Zornbienes paying me tribute.


    It was a peaceful everyday life that I always wanted. Because of that, I was afraid of losing it when the Zornbienes suddenly brought another princess to our circle. Furthermore, that princess was also a plant monster like me.

 CH 10

    Chapter 10 ¨C Circle Crusher A.K.A Man-Eater


    The Zornbienes brought a flower monster. Next to me, the new princess is surrounded by female knights. Her name is Man-Eater.


    Her face is a flower with vicious-looking teeth, while her body is a tree trunk with many roots growing from its base like a jellyfish. Her body is not that big since she is shorter than me. However, she is still huge compared to ordinary flower.


    I wonder if the Zornbienes are thinking of collecting honey from her as well. Maybe the reason they brought this newcomer is because I stopped providing them with honey during the drought. I had my hands full with my own survival at that time, so I couldn¡¯t do anything about it.


    Still, I don¡¯t think she can produce delicious honey like me. I mean, just as you can see, she looks¡­. too wild?


    She seems to be the kind of flower that will attack anyone who gets close to her indiscriminately. Not only that, since a while ago, she has been trying to intimidate me by raising a strange sound. No matter how you look at it, she is clearly hostile to me. Even so, I will be an adult and try to get along with her.


    I extended my vine for a handshake towards the Man-Eater.


    Hello. Let¡¯s be friend as a fellow monster plant.


    However, instead of handshake, I got my vine bitten.


    Hey, biting the vine of someone you¡¯ve just met is very unladylike!


    Didn¡¯t stop there, she also attacked me using her own vines ¡ª a straight attack like a punch aiming at me, but I was almost unscathed.


    If I may be blunt, she is not on my level. I feel the gap in our power is so wide that I want to tell her to challenge me again after she trains her punch 10000 times a day at least. I¡¯m not an Arlaune that can be defeated by a small fry like Man-Eater.


    Still, I can¡¯t believe she attacked me so soon after we met. Does she think I¡¯m a nuisance? That¡¯s pretty cocky of her.


    I hope she is not under the impression that I won¡¯t do anything to her just because she¡¯s a fellow flower monster. I also have my pride. I know she¡¯s trying to monopolize the Zornbienes¡¯ affection. I won¡¯t let it happen.


    Then again, let¡¯s put up with it for now. Even if a junior is being a bit rebellious, as a senior, I should not get angry.


    No, hold on!


    This reminds me of that fucking junior of saint apprentice.


    That bitch slept with my fianc¨¦ ¡ª the hero, put me in a false charge, and even killed me.


    Yeah, a junior can just go die!


    This place doesn¡¯t need a forest princess other than me. I alone will make the Zornbienes happy. Now then, since it¡¯s been decided that she is an enemy, I will show her no mercy.


    I captured the Man-Eater with my vines and tore off her body into two.


    My vines are thicker, longer, and more numerous than hers. In addition, despite their appearance, my vines are crazy strong, she is not match for me. The rest is to destroy the evidence so the Zornbienes won¡¯t find it.


    I opened the bulb¡¯s mouth wide and throw the Man-Eater¡¯s corpse in.


    *swallowed*


    I¡¯ve returned to my peaceful life now!


    The patrolling Zornbienes who came back to check on us looked at me suspiciously. However, they left again without questioning about the disappearance of Man-Eater.


    Good. The honey I gave to them as a bribe seems to be working.


    Then, suddenly, I felt my body was acting weird.


    What¡¯s going on!?


    I feel like a new sprout is about to grow from my vines.


    I¡¯ve never felt anything like this before.


    I was surprised to see a man-eater flower bloom on my vine when I applied recovery magic to it.


    What is this!?


    Why is there a man-eater flower growing on of my vine?


    Could it be I¡¯m actually a relative of Rafflesia?


    I tried the same thing to the other vines and learned that I was able to make man-eater flowers bloom at will.


    This happened because I ate the Man-Eater, right? I mean, I¡¯ve eaten a lot of animal-type monsters but nothing like this has ever happened. My guess is that if I eat plant-type monsters or normal plants, I can obtain their abilities and characteristics. Okay, let¡¯s do an experiment!


    I pulled out a yellow flowering weed that was growing nearby and threw it into the bulb¡¯s mouth. Next I used recovery magic while imagining a yellow flower blooming on my vine


    Yeah, there¡¯s no doubt. This is the same flower as that weed¡¯s. I apparently have the ability to absorb and reproduce plants.


    I wonder if it¡¯s because I can use recovery magic to make plants grow rapidly. Or perhaps it¡¯s because I used my power as a saint to the limit and assimilated the monster flower using super recovery at that time.


    Anyway, I don¡¯t know the principle, but there is no reason to not make use of it. For the time being, let¡¯s name this ability ¡®Plant Generation¡¯.


    After that, I ate up all the plants in the vicinity and converted them into my own power.


    The more weapon, the better. Then again, since they were originally just normal plants, there are not many things that can be used for fighting.


    Speaking of being usable, after I ate the whole tree that was growing next to me, I can change my vines into tree trunks.


    That tree was pretty tall and its branches cast shadow on me. Because of that, I only exposed to about half of the sunlight. I¡¯ve been annoyed by it for a long time, but it¡¯s alright now. I don¡¯t have to worry about anyone stealing sunlight from me anymore.


    My peaceful daily life returned to me. Every day, as a forest princess, I offered my honey to the Zornbienes, and they would bring me a tribute in return. When it rained, I raised my hands in joy, and I muttered that I wanted water again the next day.


    As I was spending such days, the thing I worried the most had finally come. The Zornbienes brought a tribute for me. However, it was neither monster, animal, or another flower princess, but a human child. Furthermore, the child was still alive.


    E-Everyone, where did you pick up this child!?


    This is definitely a kidnapping, isn¡¯t¡¯ it?


    I don¡¯t want to be an accomplice in this crime!


    What should I do with this child?


    Seriously, what should I do?


    Swallowing a word ¡®nutrition¡¯, I cradled my head with my vines.

 CH 11

    Chapter 11 ¨C First Human


    This is troubling¡­.


    What should I do with this child?


    From his appearance, I¡¯d say he is about ten years old. He seems to be unconscious because of the Zornbiene¡¯s poison. Still, I¡¯ve never expected a Shota would be brought here.


    Back to the topic, what should I do with this child?


    ¢Ù Eat him // Eating human is a bit¡­.


    ¢Ú Return him to the Zornbienes // That¡¯s a bad idea since they will eat him for sure.


    ¢Û Leave him alone // He will die from the poison at this rate.


    ¢Ü Save him // I guess that¡¯s the only way.


    I carefully held the boy¡¯s body using my vines and brought him closer.


    There is no visible trauma other than being poisoned and a small wound from the Zornbiene¡¯s stinger. If I can detoxify the poison that¡¯s spreading in this boy¡¯s body, I might be able to save him.


    Alright, let¡¯s heal him with recovery magic.


    Oh, it doesn¡¯t work.


    When I tried to use recovery magic on this boy, my vines were rejuvenated instead.


    What should I do? I have a feeling that if this boy and I united, I can heal him with recovery magic. I guess it¡¯s a bad idea if I put him inside the bulb¡¯s mouth and my mouth is physically impossible


    That¡¯s right! I don¡¯t need to be united with this boy. I can just give part of me to him.


    Thus I started an experiment. I filled my mouth with honey and applied recovery magic to it. I dripped the honey to my hand and poured it into the boy¡¯s mouth.


    Oh, the boy¡¯s body glowed!


    Drinking my honey mixed with recovery magic apparently can do the job. His wound is healed and the poison seems to have been detoxified as well. His breathing also becomes stable now.


    I¡¯m not a former saint just for show, after all.


    I can even nullify abnormal conditions with my honey.


    I want to praise myself.


    Even so, this is quite surprising. To think that I can turn my honey into recovery medicine. Isn¡¯t this a great discovery? I can treat the injured female knights with this now. I might as well stop being a former saint and start to call myself Saint Alraune.


    ¡°This place is¡­.¡±


    Oh, it looks like the boy has woken up. Good morning!


    ¡°Who are you, Onee-san?¡±


    The boy was vigilant at first, but when he saw my face, he seemed relieved. I patted the boy¡¯s head to assure him that he was safe.


    ¡°What¡¯s is this place?¡±


    The boy looked around. Because of that, he found out that I was not a human but a plant monster.


    ¡°W-Whoa!?!?¡±


    The boy freaked out and tried to escape from me. However, I restrained him with my vines.


    You won¡¯t go anywhere. I¡¯ve finally found someone who can talk.


    ¡°A-Are you going to eat me, Monster?¡±


    GAAAAN!!!!!


    I¡¯m not yet ready being called monster. I¡¯m aspiring to be a beautiful flower, so please don¡¯t call me that. I¡¯m also not a relative of Rafflesia.


    Well, it¡¯s true that the mouth of bulb below looks terrifying, and although I have a track record of preying on various monsters and animals, I have no plan of eating you, so please don¡¯t be afraid.


    ¡°I, eat, no¡­.¡±


    I didn¡¯t know if it was because I tried so hard to convey my feeling to the boy, but words suddenly came out of my mouth. The boy was surprised to hear that. However, I was even more surprised than he was.


    Hmm!?!?


    H-Hold on, did I just speak?


    I mean, I shouldn¡¯t be able to speak.


    There¡¯s only one explanation comes to mind. That¡¯s right, it¡¯s because I ate my former junior ¡ª Man-Eater. Even though she was a flower like me, she could make a sound. I might have become able to speak because I absorbed that characteristic.


    Yeah, I did it!


    Now I can kill time by talking to myself, not just in my mind.


    ¡°I won¡¯t, eat, you¡­.¡±


    Ugh, it¡¯s hard to pronounce the words properly. Maybe because this is originally a plant body. My vocal function seems to be much inferior to that of a human.


    ¡°Also, don¡¯t call me, a monster¡­. That¡¯s, important¡­.¡±


    I desperately moved my tongue to form words and tried to convey what I wanted to say.


    I think I¡¯ve already talked so much for a plant.


    Can I take a rest now?


    I¡¯m thirsty. Please bring me some water.


    ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve met a monster that understands human language¡­.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Onee-san, not monster¡­.¡±


    ¡°Eh?¡±


    ¡°Call me, Onee-san¡­.¡±


    ¡°Y-Yes.¡±


    The boy stared at me in astonishment, and when his gaze moved to my chest, he suddenly turned his face to the side. His ears turned bright red.


    I wonder if he was captivated by this Onee-chan¡¯s sexy body.


    Feeling a bit like a little devil, I hugged the boy.


    He is warm. This is the first time I¡¯ve felt human skin since becoming an Alraune. I remember that I used to be a human just like him. How nostalgic¡­.


    ¡°You smell so good and sweet, Onee-san.¡±


    It¡¯s not bad to be told that my body smells good. Alright, this Onee-san will treat you to something delicious!


    I dripped some honey from my mouth and caught it with both hands like a bowl.


    ¡°Drink up!¡±


    The boy looked at the honey gathered in my hand with a grimace on his face.


    Yeah, it came out of my mouth, but don¡¯t worry about that.


    The boy was hesitant at first, but he couldn¡¯t resist the temptation of my sweet honey in the end. He scooped the honey with his fingers and brought it into his mouth.


    ¡°Delicious!?¡±


    The hesitation faded from the boy¡¯s face. He swallowed the rest of the honey with eyes shining.


    ¡°Onee-san, I¡¯d like more¡­.¡±


    The boy looked adorable as he asked for more honey shyly.


    I¡¯m in a good mood since it¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve been able to talk with someone like this. I¡¯m going to listen to whatever you ask, but before that¡­.


    ¡°Where, are we?¡±


    I¡¯ve been living in the forest all my life. I don¡¯t know anything about the outside world.


    The boy cocked his head. He didn¡¯t seem to catch the meaning of my question, so I asked again.


    ¡°This forest, where, country?¡±


    ¡°O-Oh, this is the border between the Kingdom of Gardenia and the Grants Empire.¡±


    This is the same forest where I was killed, after all. I was curious since I couldn¡¯t rule out the possibility that I had metastasized to another place when I reincarnated.


    I gave the boy more honey as a reward. He then started to lick it with a satisfied expression.


    Yeah, this boy has a talent to be a Perolist. He reminds me of the perverted bear.


    Using honey as a bait, I asked more questions.


    ¡°Now, what year?¡±


    ¡°Year 1020 of history.¡±


    That¡¯s¡­. quite surprising¡­.


    I was born in year 1000 of history. In other words, I was 17 years old when I was betrayed and killed in this forest. If now is year 1020 of history, this means three years has passed since then.


    However, it¡¯s only been few months since I woke up as an Alraune. Perhaps I was in a dormant state during this missing two and a half years.


    I continued to question the boy after that.


    Did anyone die in this forest three years ago?


    Has the demon lord been defeated?


    What happened to the hero of the Kingdom of Gardenia?


    What happened to his fianc¨¦e, the saint?


    ¡ªand so on. The boy answered all of them politely since he wanted the honey so much.


    Unfortunately, it seems that the boy is in the middle of training journey with his grandfather and not a native of this region. Because of that, he doesn¡¯t know what happened three years ago.


    The demon king has not been defeated.


    He said he didn¡¯t even know the existence of the previous saint who was the fianc¨¦e of the hero of the Gardenia Kingdom. He was just seven years old at the time, so it can¡¯t be helped. However, he knows that hero of the Kingdom of Gardenia has married the new saint since it was a big news.


    THAT FUCKING JUNIOR!


    I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!


    If I had legs, I would sneak into the greenhouse in the castle of Gardenia Kingdom, pretending to be a flower while waiting for a chance to kill her.


    Ugh, I¡¯m envious of animals with free-moving legs¡­.


    I kept bombarding the boy with more questions after that and succeeded learned various information I wanted to know. He breathed a sigh of relief when I stopped questioning him, thinking that he could finally be free of me.


    To tell the truth, I was just starving for conversation to pass the time. It hasn¡¯t been that long since I became an Arlaune, but I¡¯ve actually spent three years alone here.


    Because I¡¯m a plant, I can¡¯t move around, and I have no one to talk to.


    I wake up in the morning, bask under the sun while photosynthesizing, occasionally preyed on animals or monster, and go to bed at night.


    Every day is the same without any change at all. In sunny days, rainy days, stormy days, I am always alone all year round.


    That¡¯s why it¡¯s so much fun just to talk with someone like this. Enough to make me jump in joy if only I had legs.


    There you heard it, boy¡­.


    Sorry, but I¡¯m not going to let you leave this place.


    You are going to be my chattering doll from now on.


    ¡°I will, never, let you, go¡­.¡±


    Hearing my proclamation, the boy was reminded that even though I looked like a human, I was still a monster.


    Thou shalt love your neighbor.


    I will make the boy mine using compassion and kindness like that of a holy mother.


    As a former saint, I¡¯m quite confident I can win over him.


    So, boy, first lick this honey.


    Yes, yes, good boy.


    You want some more?


    I guess I have no choice. I¡¯ll feed you until you get tired of it.


    Oh, you want to drink my honey forever?


    There¡¯s no helping it. Since I¡¯m kind, I¡¯ll forgive you for being so selfish.


    And so I decided to keep the frightened boy by making him addicted to my honey.

 CH 12

    Chapter 12 ¨C I¡¯m Arlaune, 0-Year-Old, I Decided to Keep a Shota with Honey from Today


    Three days have passed since I started keeping the boy. Apparently, feeding him my honey is enough to satisfy his hunger. However, unexpectedly, honey is not the only menu on our dining table. Of course, I didn¡¯t feed him raw monster meat. I gave him proper human food.


    I was able to learn various information thanks to the boy, but that was not all. I also found an Apel fruit in his bag. This fruit looks and tastes just like apple from Japan, and one of the most delicious fruits in this world.


    I snatched the fruit from the boy and preyed on it using the bulb¡¯s mouth so that I could absorb its properties and made them my own.


    First, produce a female Apel flower on the left vine and a male Apel flowers on the right vine. Using a thin vine created by Plant Generation, I take pollen from the stamen of the right flower and pollinates the pistil of the left flower. Next use super recovery magic to make it grow rapidly, and voila¡­. one ripe Apel fruit is ready!


    I gave the newly produced Apel fruit to the boy.


    I¡¯m starting to think that I¡¯m a pretty good plant, being able to produce fruits and all. Maybe because of this, the boy also became fond of me.


    Every now and then, the boy would suddenly start crying while chanting; ¡®I want honey¡¯, ¡®I need more honey¡¯, and ¡®I miss honey so much that it¡¯s painful¡¯. Other than such times, he is a very obedient and smart kid.


    The boy¡¯s name is Armin. After his parents were killed by the demon lord¡¯s army. his grandfather took him traveling the country to train his magic.


    His grandfather seems to be pretty good at magic according to him. However, because he can keep up with the rigorous training, he decided to run away when his grandfather went to exterminate monsters after being asked by a nearby village.


    I must say it was a disappointing decision. I want to scold him for running away from magic training because it¡¯s natural for it to be rigorous.


    After that, he got lost when trying to pass through the forest, got caught by Zornbiene, and was brought to me.


    Good thing I¡¯m a former human who thirsts for entertainment. Otherwise, he would have already become monster food. In a way, I am the benefactor of his life.


    Since I¡¯ve saved him, I want him to live as long as possible. Thus I decided to teach the boy magic.


    I¡¯m still a former saint, after all. In field of magic, I¡¯m his senior. I could use two of four basic attribute magic. One of them was light attribute magic that could only be used by women blessed by the goddess, and only appear one among one thousand. This is how I rose to become the greatest saint all the time.


    When I started to give him a lecture about magic, the boy was astonished with his mouth wide open.


    I¡¯m sure he was amazed at my deep knowledge in the magic field and couldn¡¯t help but feel respect for me.


    ¡°Onee-san can use magic?¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t. I just have, the knowledge.¡±


    I don¡¯t think he will believe it even if I tell him that I¡¯m a former saint. Besides, if this information were to spread to the people in the kingdom, I could only imagine the troubles it would bring. That¡¯s why I think it¡¯s better to keep it secret.


    ¡°If you don¡¯t practice, while you can, you will regret it, later.¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°In a pinch, your magic is the only tool, you have to protect you.¡±


    That¡¯s my rule of thumb. Because I mastered light recovery magic, I was able to survive even after being eaten alive by a flower monster. Though I fused with it and became a monster myself as a result.


    Maybe it was just some kind of miracle or a work of Goddess. However, without my recovery magic, I would have melted to death inside the flower monster¡¯s stomach for sure.


    You have to protect yourself in the end. To do that, you need strength. It will be too late to regret it after the enemy kills you. In order to survive in any situation, it¡¯s important to hone your magic, train yourself, and become stronger.


    ¡°Is that how is it?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s how it is.¡±


    ¡°Okay, I understand.¡±


    ¡°Good boy.¡±


    When I was giving a lecture to the boy about magic tricks, a small shadow appeared on the ground. When I looked up, I saw a strange bird was flying in the sky.


    What is that? It¡¯s too fast for an eagle.


    ¡°Oh, that must be Grandpa¡¯s wind magic bird!¡±


    I see. That¡¯s wind magic, huh. This is my first time seeing it¡­.


    No, wait, please tell me the details, boy!


    According to the boy, it was wind magic that mimicked a bird-like creature which could then be remotely controlled and shared visual information about its surroundings.


    That¡¯s a very advanced magic, isn¡¯t it? I don¡¯t know anyone in the kingdom who could perform such a feat. Not even the saint me. Maybe the chief of court magicians can, but it¡¯s just a maybe.


    If this boy¡¯s grandfather is someone who can wield such advanced magic with ease¡­.


    This is bad. I will be killed!


    I mean, talking about the current situation from his perspective, I¡¯m a monster who drove his grandson crazy with honey, kidnapped, and confined him in the forest for three whole days.


    Yeah, that sounds totally bad. If I were him, I would tear that monster to pieces. Let¡¯s return this boy before his grandfather finds this location and comes to exterminate me.


    I¡¯ve been treating the boy well all this time, so there should be no issue. I hope he can turn a blind eye to the fact that I¡¯ve been holding the boy here for three days. If it weren¡¯t for me, he would have died, after all


    ¡°I¡¯m a monster. You are a human.¡±


    ¡°What does it matter?¡±


    ¡°You and I, can¡¯t be together.¡±


    ¡°Why is that!?¡±


    ¡°You live in the village. I live in the forest.¡±


    ¡°But I like Onee-san so much!¡±


    ¡°What do you like about me?¡±


    ¡°I like your delicious honey, of course!¡±


    Y-Yeah? The answer is different from what I was expecting¡­.


    On closer look, he has similar eyes to that honey-loving bear¡¯s. Maybe it¡¯s already too late for him.


    ¡°Armin, go back to your grandfather.¡±


    ¡°No! I can¡¯t live without your honey!¡±


    ¡°Forget about me, and keep it secret, from your grandfather.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll never be able to forget the taste of Onee-san¡¯s honey!¡±


    Do you like my honey that much?


    Did you become so addicted that you didn¡¯t want to go back to your family?


    Poor thing. You seem to have caught the same illness as that pervert bear¡¯s. Still, my life will be in danger if he stays here¡­.


    I got this! There won¡¯t be any problems as long as he can continue to taste my honey, right?


    Thus I decided to make special honey. First I condensed the honey inside my mouth in order to prevent it from dissolving easily. Just as I could control where the nectar came from, I felt that I could control the honey itself to some extent. If it was just honey, it would eventually run out, so I mixed it with super recovery magic, and solidified it into a ball. The super honey ball was completed.


    Humans can do it if they try. I¡¯m a flower, though.


    If this works as I intended, the super recovery magic will prevent the honey ball from melting. It will continue to regenerate the honey ball to its initial form. The honey is also part of my plant body in a sense. That¡¯s why I came up with this idea. This should be enough to satisfy the boy¡¯s honey addiction for some time.


    ¡°This honey ball, swallow it.¡±


    ¡°Can I just lick it?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s specially made, if it is in the body, it will not dissolve easily.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s delicious. Thank you, Onee-san!¡±


    ¡°You can now go home, right?¡±


    ¡°If you give me another honey ball, I will go home.¡±


    This brat is really shameless!


    Oh well, I guess I have no choice. I will make another honey ball for him.


    Ugh, this is so draining¡­.


    I¡¯m out of energy. I need nutrition. I need water.


    Not realizing my hardships, the boy, who had swallowed the second honey ball, waved his hand to me with a smile and walked away.


    Those honey balls should last for the next few days. Until he reunites with his grandfather and leave this region, he wouldn¡¯t go crazy about my honey, at least.


    What will happen after the honey balls melt completely? I won¡¯t be there at that time, so it doesn¡¯t matter to me.

 CH 13

    Chapter 13 ¨C The Lord of the Forest¡¯s Invasion


    It¡¯s been a week since the boy left me. He was a decent conversation partner that I was able to make for the first time since I became an Arlaune. He was also a boy with a strong Perolist spirit who kept asking for honey whenever he opened his mouth. Even so, he was better than nothing.


    Come to think of it, the first monster I ever preyed on, the honey-loving perverted bear, was also a great Perolist. Maybe all the children around here are like that? But no matter how oddball the boy was, the fact that he could be a decent conversation partner was enough to offset his shortcomings.


    I¡¯m back to being alone again now¡­.


    Maybe because I remembered the feeling of loneliness when the boy left, I¡¯ve been interested in someone recently. I¡¯m talking about a dead tree standing about ten meters away from me which I don¡¯t remember being there from the beginning.


    If it was a healthy, lush tree that died, I would have noticed the change. After all, there are no trees, not even weeds, in the area within 10 meter around me. I¡¯m the one responsible for this. I ate them all and I have no regrets.


    It¡¯s because of my ability. I discovered that I could generate the properties of the plants I preyed on and the plants themselves. So even after the drought was over, I continued to preyed on the plants around me.


    I want to increase the weapons in my arsenal while I have the chance. In addition, they are in the way of my sunbathing and reducing my share of water in the ground. For a girl who loves water like me, it¡¯s unforgivable. That¡¯s why I¡¯ve always wanted to eradicate the plants around me.


    The other day, I finally went and did it. I used my vines to pull out all the trees around me by their roots. I¡¯m surprisingly strong.


    Now back to the dead tree, I¡¯m pretty sure it was not there at that time. I wonder what¡¯s going on. This must be one of the seven mysteries of the forest.


    After that, o-n the evening, when I had just finished preparing the environment where I could live comfortably, he appeared ¡ª a giant wolf.


    It was as if a bus was running through the forest. Bared his fangs that dripped with drool, he looked at me with his ruthless eyes like those of a hunter hunting an animal.


    A wolf-type monster called Hellwolf. It was ferocious monster feared by adventurers with a nickname the Wolf of Hell.


    The moment I saw him, I realized that he was different from any of the monsters I¡¯ve fought so far. Even if I fought him, I would surely lose in an instant. I would be crushed in a single twist, and that would be the end. I am no match for him.


    I was scared, so scared. The sun was still out, but I wanted to close my buds and hide myself. The reason I didn¡¯t succumb to the fear was because of my survival instinct as a wild creature.


    If I resign myself to the fate every time my live in danger, I would not last long in this survival of the fittest world. I would not have been able to fight and win against opponents that were stronger than me and survive until today. In addition, I¡¯ve got the feeling the Hellwolf would kill me if I showed any weakness.


    I didn¡¯t know if my determination got through. The Hellwolf went away as if losing interest in me.


    I¡¯m saved¡­?


    I was sure I would be killed.


    He must be the lord of this forest.


    Yeah, there¡¯s no doubt.


    I¡¯m just a weak flower girl, so I have nothing to do with the power struggle in the forest.


    Please don¡¯t ever come over here again.


    Hellwolf, the lord of the forest ¡ª it was a time when I thought so. But I was wrong. Hellwolf could not even be compared to the real lord.


    ¨C


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    ¨C


    A few days later, I saw a monster that was many times scarier than the Hellwolf. A monster with giant body about a head taller than the trees in the forest. He had a very scary look in his eyes like a killer. The same race as the monster I had met once. A bear-shaped monster ¡ª Laubb?r.


    The honey-loving perverted bear I know was still a child. He should have been only about 2 meters tall. However, the bear over there is more than 10 meters tall.


    Would that child grow up as big as that bear? Good thing I¡¯ve already killed him. In any case¡­.


    Good day, there.


    Are you by any chance that honey-loving perverted bear¡¯s father? I mean, that bear¡¯s father?


    What!? Your son is missing?


    O-Of course, I don¡¯t know anything!


    Speaking of which, I saw a bear cub running that way before.


    Yes, I know. You must be worried.


    It must be hard to be separated from your child for months.


    But I have nothing to do with it, I swear!


    Please stop looking at me as though I¡¯m your mortal enemy!


    I didn¡¯t eat him, believe me!


    It¡¯s a false charge!


    The criminal is not me!


    Okay, I got it.


    It¡¯s the bulb below that ate your son.


    Though our bodies are connected, I have nothing to do with it.


    I¡¯m really innocent!!


    Perhaps my plea did not go through, Daddy Bear devoured a familiar monster stuck in his horn. The Wolf of Hell that I mistook for the lord of the forest was just a prey for the real lord. It was such a shocking sight that I almost thought I had run into the devil.


    I once read in monster encyclopedia that Laubb?r has a habit of carrying prey on their horn to be brought to their nest as preserved food. Still, I¡¯ve never thought I would see the fearsome Hellwolf being so cruelly preyed upon.


    I don¡¯t care whether it¡¯s God or Goddess. I want to pray for a miracle to save me from this situation right now.


    Finishing his meal, Daddy Bear stroked his horn with satisfaction. Then, our eyes met.


    Maybe he just remembered about his son¡¯s death.


    I mean, why did he know that I¡¯ve killed his son?


    No, I¡¯m sure he doesn¡¯t know.


    Either way, he is clearly targeting me.


    Daddy Bear started walking towards me, knocking down the trees on his path one by one like nothing.


    There is no way I could beat such a monster.


    I¡¯m just a weak flower.


    I¡¯m no match for a 10-meters-wolf-eating bear.


    Daddy Bear, please leave for today.


    Let¡¯s talk again tomorrow.


    I also apologize about your son.


    Kukukuku~


    When the night falls, I will run away from this place. It¡¯s a disgrace but my survival is more important.


    Aaahhh!


    What a silly thought I had!


    In my escape from reality, I had forgotten the most basic thing.


    I can¡¯t walk. I¡¯m a plant, after all!


    Th-That¡¯s right. Because my body is that of a flower, I¡¯m sure it won¡¯t suit your taste.


    So please spare meeeeee!

 CH 14

    Chapter 14 ¨C Humiliation Smells Like a Bear¡¯s Tongue


    The invasion of Daddy Bear, the lord of the forest. There was no way I could deal with a 10-meters class giant bear by myself. Thus I decided to call for reinforcement immediately.


    Distress signal: HELP MEEE!


    I raised my vine high into the sky, calling for help from my female knights.


    He is looking at me as though I¡¯m no different from the weeds around him. He is completely underestimating my existence as a living being. Though I don¡¯t think I can even put up a decent fight against him.


    Hmm, this is strange¡­.


    There¡¯s no sign of my female knights coming.


    Normally, they would immediately sortie after I raised a signal.


    When I thought so, my reinforcement finally arrived ¡ª a lone bee was approaching from the same direction where Daddy Bear come.


    Where are the other female knights?


    I don¡¯t think one flower + one bee would make any difference.


    Not long after that, I regretfully learned the whereabouts of the other female knights. Detecting something was approaching from behind, Daddy Bear turned his back on me. There, I saw dozens of Zornbiene were stuck lifelessly.


    My female knight corps has been annihilated.


    My lily garden was destroyed by this scary father without my knowledge.


    This is the end of Forest Girls Association.


    This is a lie, right???


    Everyone has been killed. Even though I was finally able to get along with them. Now there¡¯s only the two of us left¡­.


    In any case, two is better than one. I¡¯m sure we can repel Daddy Bear if we work together. With the power of our friendship, let¡¯s kick that guy¡¯s ass!!!


    The next moment, Daddy Bear twisted his neck in a quick movement and maneuvered his long horns like a sword. The last Zornbiene was chopped into pieces.


    Ahh!!!


    My last ally is¡­. dead¡­.


    Let¡¯s retreat for the time being. But I can¡¯t even do that. I¡¯m a plant, after all!


    Say, why don¡¯t plants have legs?


    Why do they take root?


    If you like the ground so much, you should also try the taste of the ground at other places. If the plants had evolved into a mobile type long ago, I would have never in this situation.


    I have no choice but to fight now. Let¡¯s just do it. This will be my last-ditch effort. The only way to win this battle is to strike first. That¡¯s right, it¡¯s a surprise attack tactic.


    Go, vine whips!


    My whip attack didn¡¯t seem to be giving Daddy Bear any damage. Next I made Man-Eater flowers bloom on my vines and changed to bite attack, but his hide was too thick and strong. I turned my vines into tree trunks and changed to bludgeoning attack. However, his hide was stronger and the trunks were shattered instead.


    He is on another level entirely. But I still have my ultimate weapon. Furthermore, its effectiveness has been proved in real battles.


    I released poisonous pollen from my corolla toward Daddy Bear.


    I defeated the honey-loving perverted bear with this attack before. Since Daddy Bear is from the same species, my poison should also work on him.


    Being exposed to poisonous pollen, Daddy bear rubbed his eyes and sneezed. Then he resumed his march as if nothing had happened.


    Eh¡­.


    That¡¯s it?


    Even though I was trying to poison him to death, it only caused something like hay fever symptoms. Maybe the dose was not enough. Unlike his son, Daddy Bear¡¯s body is much bigger, after all.


    I continued to release poisonous pollen. I released so much that the whole area was covered with a poisonous mist.


    This should do the job.


    The next moment, I suddenly felt a shock on my lower body like being hit by a hammer. Daddy Bear pulled out a nearby tree at threw it at me like a javelin. The attack landed on my bulb ¡ª opened a large hole next to the mouth. The chloroplasts scattered and digestive juices flowed out.


    This is the first time I suffered so much pain since I became an Alraune.


    It¡¯s completely different from when my vines were cut.


    I have countless vines. They¡¯re something like fingers or fingernails to me. However, my bulb is different. You can even say this is the main body of Alraune.


    And this main body has received a fatal injury. If I were a normal Alraune, I would have died from this. But I¡¯m not just a flower!


    Like using super recovery magic, I rapidly regenerated the wounded part and returned the bulb to its original shape. However, in return for recovery, the fatigue was also great.


    I need water¡­.


    The poisonous mist was cleared when I came to my senses. And before I knew it, Daddy Bear was already standing in front of me.


    I wonder if the poison pollen has no effect.


    I was shedding a stream of tears from my eyes. Even so, I still haven¡¯t lost the battle yet.


    He is a tough one.


    Let¡¯s release another round of poisonous pollens.


    Eh!? It doesn¡¯t come out¡­.


    I didn¡¯t know whether because I had just performed a large-scale recovery to fix a hole in my bulb or because I had run out of poison fuel, no poisonous pollens came out.


    What should I do? I have no more weapon in my hand. It¡¯s a checkmate.


    Daddy Bear, who was dripping a great deal of drool from his mouth, had an atmosphere that he would not let me escape.


    Drool?


    The drooling Daddy Bear twitched his nose towards the ground like a dog searching for something.


    I feel like I¡¯ve seen this scene before¡­.


    That¡¯s right, it¡¯s similar to what the honey-loving perverted bear did back then. Daddy Bear¡¯s objective is my honey. I just noticed that he has the same crazed look in his eyes.


    The father of a Perolist is also a Perolist.


    Like father, like son.


    Speaking of which, could it be that he didn¡¯t come here to avenge his son?


    That¡¯s good, but also not.


    He came to prey on my honey, not my body. But in the end, he still came to prey on me. I won¡¯t be eaten alive or anything, right¡­?


    Daddy Bear, who was looking down at me, opened his mouth wide. From behind his ferocious fangs, a pale red tongue emerged. Surprisingly, his tongue was longer than expected. Many times longer than that of a human as though it was specially made to lick the honey accumulated in the depths of the beehive. He then lowered his tongue, that was bigger than my face, to my eye level.


    It¡¯s too scary!


    Due to fear, I couldn¡¯t think of anything and my body was frozen solid with my mouth wide open. Because of that, the honey (drool) was spilling out of my mouth. Then, as if his tongue lost its brake, Daddy Bear started licking my whole face with a great momentum. I was getting goose bumps all over my body with a sticky, unpleasant feeling.


    He must have been a Perolist for decades. I could tell from his tongue work, but more than that, it¡¯s the smell.


    Daddy Bear was craving for more honey and I couldn¡¯t refuse his order. My fate was literally in his hands, after all.


    I¡¯m being licked all over by a bear.


    What a humiliation!!!


    As a former saint, I can¡¯t stand the thought of being licked by a wild bear. This makes my blood boiling. I¡¯m a plant, though, so I have no blood.


    Enduring the humiliation, I had forgotten about Laubb?r¡¯s habit of sticking prey onto their horn to be brought to their nest as preserved food. Because Daddy Bear liked my honey so much, he wanted to take me home. He tried to pull my body off the ground.


    The roots are off the ground. If that happens, it will be irreparable as a plant.


    Tension ran through my roots. A warning that I must not leave the ground was sent all over my body.


    If my roots were pulled out completely, it is the end.


    The flower (my body) will wither and never grow back.


    Being pulled off the ground is the same as being killed.


    My plant life will be over once I leave the ground.


    Instinctively, I realized that death was approaching. I screamed, but Daddy Bear paid no heed and continued to pull me off the ground. I felt my roots slipping away from the ground as my vision darkened. My plant life ended.

 CH 15

    Chapter 15 ¨C Have You Ever Imagined What Happens After a Weed is Pulled Out of the Ground


    A revolving lantern.


    This is the second time I saw it¡­. no, it¡¯s different.


    It¡¯s true that I saw a revolving lantern for the second time, but the memories showed there were not mine, it¡¯s the flower monster¡¯s.


    The memories from the birth of the flower monster that is my main body, the time she ate me ¡ª the saint, until the time she vanished.


    She germinated in this place and grew up with warm sunlight and abundant nutrients and water. Then, one day, she realized that she was not an ordinary flower but a monster when she caught a little bird that came close to her with a vine. She was very happy about that. Anyway, she was a cheerful, thoughtless, and carefree flower.


    Well, it¡¯s strange to ask for intelligence from a flower, isn¡¯t it?


    When she fused with me, I took over her body, and that¡¯s the end this flower monster. That being said, I and the flower monster was born again as an Arlaune. So, in a sense, the monster flower is still alive, as part of me.


    Just before the flower monster became one with me and vanished, it seems that she was thinking about something like this:


    I want to grow bigger.


    I want to leave a lot of seeds and increase the number of friends.


    I want to live my life as a plant in peace, without thinking about anything difficult.


    To do that, I needed to live more.


    I don¡¯t want to die yet.


    ¡ªand so the flower monster met her end.


    I wonder what happened to the flower monster¡¯s wishes. I wonder if those wishes are still being fulfilled, even though her body has been taken over by me.


    I understand her feelings.


    Because I also want to live.


    Even when I was betrayed by my junior and my fianc¨¦ and about to be killed, I desperately tried to survive.


    The result is I¡¯m still alive now.


    Although as a plant.


    I, too, do not want to die yet.


    The flower monster did not want to die either.


    Our wishes are aligned.


    Something deep inside of me screamed out. Or I might have really screamed out unconsciously. Such a possibility was the highest. But perhaps it was the last remnant of the flower monster¡¯s consciousness.


    I don¡¯t want to die yet!


    Because I¡¯m a wild flower, I have to struggle like one!


    I opened my eyes.


    That¡¯s right, I was caught by Daddy Bear and was about to be pulled out of the roots.


    I will die at this rate.


    Plants can¡¯t leave the ground, after all.


    That being said, even if my roots are pulled out of the ground, I won¡¯t die immediately, but it¡¯s still no good.


    Laubb?r has the habit of sticking their prey into their own horn and bringing it back to their den. No matter how much Daddy Bear wants my nectar, if he stabs me with his horns, I¡¯m sure I won¡¯t survive. As an Arlaune without magical power, I can¡¯t use recovery magic to regenerate my body part or make it grow if I can¡¯t replenish water from my roots.


    I will wither away as the time goes by.


    Then Daddy Bear will throw my body into the corner of his den like a garbage.


    I can see such a future.


    To prevent that from happening, I can¡¯t give up.


    I will struggle to the end like a wild plant.


    My roots had been pulled out of the ground, but not all of them. Only half of them that on Daddy Bear¡¯s side were out on the ground.


    I still have a chance!


    I spread all my vines that could still be moved to all directions with me as the center. Then I made countless Man-Eaters flowers bloom and take root on the ground, to hold my body in place like anchors. Thanks to this, Daddy Bear was stopped from pulling me out of the ground any further.


    Not only that, the thickest root that extended from the bulb to the ground, the so called main root (tap root), was still firmly planted. Moreover, because of the drought, it had grown very deep in the ground in search for water. Even Daddy Bear could not easily uproot it.


    Finding the anchors were in the way, Daddy bear hit the ground with a big swing of his right arm. The punch exploded, gouging and destroying the ground. A crater was born as if a bomb had just fallen.


    H-Hold on, isn¡¯t Daddy Bear a little too OP?


    I¡¯m still good because there are still many vine anchors left. But if my body takes that punch directly, I¡¯m done for. It¡¯s completely on a different level than the tree-throwing attack from before.


    Oh, I just noticed something.


    There¡¯s blood dripping from Daddy Bear¡¯s left arm.


    That¡¯s not something I caused, is it? Maybe it was bitten when he fought the Hellwolf.


    Speaking of which, I haven¡¯t seen him using his left arm since a while ago. He punched the ground using his right arm. Before that, he also tried to pull me out of the ground using the same arm.


    In addition, he had been stung on his back by an army of bees. The venom must have worked on him to some extent. I¡¯ve also exposed him to a large amount of poisonous pollens. If I can pull him into a battle of endurance, maybe he will give up on me and go home.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s stamina seemed to be nearing its limits. He had stopped trying to pull me out of the ground, but my body was still being held tightly.


    You can release your hand because I won¡¯t run away. I mean, I don¡¯t even have an ability walk around. I feel sorry for all the plants in the world. They can¡¯t escape from the danger even if they want to.


    Then, Daddy Bear started to enjoy (lick) me again. There was no way a former saint me could endure such a treatment. It was even beyond what a former high school girl me could endure.


    I can¡¯t even resist a mighty bear that¡¯s licking me in a drunk-like state.


    This is different from what he did before.


    This is more humiliating, mentally.


    Daddy Bear licked my face passionately. The scent of honey seemed to be wafting not only from my face but from all over my upper body. His gaze gradually moved down from my face to my neck, then to my chest, stomach, and waist.


    D-Don¡¯t look there!


    No, not there. That place is not good!


    NOOOOO!!!


    *sob*


    I may not be able to get married anymore¡­.

 CH 16

    Chapter 16 ¨C I¡¯ve Been Defiled, But Please Take Me as a Bride


    One day, I was being licked by a bear in the forest. The bear seemed to really like the honey I produced and started licking me even further.


    Damn it¡­.


    Why? Why do I have to go through something like this!?


    I should have been married to my fianc¨¦, the hero, and living a newlywed life in the royal castle where every day is fresh, fun, and filled with happiness by now.


    Yet, here, I¡¯m being subjected to the shame of having my face licked by a wild bear in the forest.


    Everything is all because of that fucking junior of villainous saint apprentice.


    Betrayed by a shit junior and a cheater fianc¨¦, my limbs were chopped off, and I was fed to a flower monster. Then I was reborn as a flower monster ¡ª Arlaune, and living a plant life I never thought I¡¯d have.


    Moreover, it comes with the privilege of being licked while being held by a huge bear in the forest. I don¡¯t have such a perverted hobby.


    Hey, Daddy Bear!


    Please stop licking me.


    Haven¡¯t you had enough?


    Just how many more hours do you want to do this?


    I couldn¡¯t stop my tears (honey) anymore. Every time the honey came out of my eyes, they got licked.


    H-Hey!! I gave up on my face, but please spare my eyeballs.


    Don¡¯t lick them, okay?


    Here you can lick my face, instead.


    ¨C


    ¨C


    ¨C


    Ugh¡­.


    Please stop it already¡­.


    Why are you doing this to me?


    Do you like my honey so much?


    But I don¡¯t like you, so leave me alone!


    ¨C


    ¨C


    ¨C


    What should I do to get out of this hell?


    If I don¡¯t do something soon, Daddy Bear may take drastic measures again. If he had his fill of my honey, he may try to pull me out of the ground again for a take-home.


    I have yet to have an experience of being taken home by a gentleman. I don¡¯t like the idea of a male wild bear with a cub to be the first one. I might consider it if he lived in a palace instead of a cave


    He¡¯s the lord of the forest, so he wouldn¡¯t actually be rich, would he?


    Perhaps because I was constantly flooding my mouth with honey. Daddy Bear only focused licking my face for the time being. My body was still safe.


    My first experience of having my face licked was robbed by Daddy Bear. However, I will not let him do anything to my breasts, stomach, and hips, even if it costs my life.


    Moreover, the place where honey first came out is my breasts. I don¡¯t even want to imagine what Daddy Bear would do if he found out that honey came out of there too.


    I won¡¯t give up on that.


    I won¡¯t let you do whatever you want anymore!


    I have to somehow divert Daddy Bear¡¯s attention elsewhere.


    That being said, nothing is more valuable to him than my honey. I don¡¯t think we can live together in harmony. He seems to have raided and destroyed the female knights¡¯ headquarters for their honey before coming here, after all.


    If only there¡¯s something more delicious than this honey¡­.


    Oh, there is! The honey ball that I gave to the honey-crazed boy as a parting gift.


    It was made by condensing the honey with recovery magic many times over. You can enjoy a much sweeter taste than when you lick regular honey. Moreover, they are hard to dissolve.


    Yeah, I guess this is the only way.


    Thus I started making a honey ball while enduring Daddy Bear¡¯s licking. I absorbed the underground water and replenished the nutrients along with it. Then I converted all the nutrients into honey and condensed it into a ball. I also didn¡¯t forget to apply recovery magic to the honey so it wouldn¡¯t dissolve easily. I added one, two, three, and more layer recovery magic until I lost count. One honey ball had been completed.


    Perhaps because I was using so much energy to make a honey ball, the honey was flowing out a little slower than before. That was probably why, to my horror, Daddy Bear attempted to draw the honey from the inside of my mouth directly. He used his fingers to force my mouth open. Then he moved his tongue over my mouth like an UFO catcher.


    No, stop, wait a minute!


    That¡¯s not good!!


    That¡¯s absolutely not goof!!!


    Being licked on the face is many times better. If you do that, I really would not be able to marry anymore. If someday a handsome male flower were to say ¡°Your stigma smells like a wild bear.¡±, my pride as a female flower would be shattered.


    Well, I¡¯ve become an Alraune and I¡¯m not planning to marry anyone.


    It¡¯s just a matter of mood.


    There is no more time for this.


    I¡¯ll just have to carry out the honey ball operation.


    I stretched my vine to my mouth before Daddy Bear¡¯s tongue did. Fortunately, Daddy Bear¡¯s right hand was used to hold me and his left hand was full with keeping my mouth open.


    Daddy Bear or I.


    Who will get the honey ball first?


    This will greatly change the tide of battle.


    The battle over the honey ball between my vine and Daddy Bear¡¯s tongue only lasted for a moment. I caught the spit out honey ball with my vine faster than Daddy Bear¡¯s tongue.


    Yeah, I won, I did it!


    I hung the honey ball in front of Daddy Bear with my vine to show it off. Upon seeing it, Daddy Bear stopped moving with eyes wide open. He was crazy about my honey from the start, but he had become even crazier than ever.


    The water falls¡­.


    No, that¡¯s Daddy Bear¡¯s drool.


    His drool is overflowing from his mouth like a waterfall.


    He seems to have noticed the charm of my honey ball. That¡¯s right, my honey ball is not just a lump of honey. It¡¯s a sweet and thick honey condensed into several layers with a special recovery magic. Just one lick is sure to bring you a taste of paradise that will make you a prisoner of honey like that honey-crazed boy.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s hands moved away from me.


    He is going after my honey ball, isn¡¯t he? This is my chance.


    While Daddy Bear¡¯s attention was still focused on the honey ball, I transformed my vine into a bow-like shape in hurry.


    If you want this so badly, I¡¯ll give it to you.


    But go get it yourself!


    I shot the honey ball like an arrow. Probably because it has gained a lot of momentum, it flew quite far.


    Laubb?r, the lord of the forest, is an obsessive monster that is said to chase after the humans he encounters in the forest to the ends of the world.


    Finding a new target, Daddy Bear immediately left me and started running on all fours to where the honey ball had flown.


    I did it!


    I¡¯m free now!


    The honey ball operation was successful!


    However, something unexpected happened. A white bird flew in out of nowhere. It was the white bird that often appeared in front of me lately.


    Maybe her nest is around here. I have seen that white bird so often that I have to admit that I know her.


    Then the white bird took a sharp turn in the direction where I had thrown the honey ball and caught it mid-air.


    No way¡­.


    This can¡¯t be happening¡­.


    What are you doing, stupid white bird!?

 CH 17

    Chapter 17 ¨C Urgent Recruitment, How Plants Growing on the Ground Catch Flying Bird


    I¡¯m Alraune, a plant monster girl.


    I made a special honey ball to stop Daddy Bear from licking me. However, it was snatched by a white bird I know.


    What does this mean!?


    Was that white bird aiming for my honey all this time?


    That white bird is not new to me. It¡¯s an ugly white bird that often appears in front of me these days.


    I was grateful that she splashed water on me when I was almost dying during a drought. Most of the time, she was a bird of bad character who, after observing me from a distance, circled above my head to provoke me before flying away into the sky. Even so, I had never imagined she would snatch my honey ball at the worst possible time.


    Someone, please say this is not happening!


    If the white bird eats that honey ball, Daddy Bear will surely return to target me again. Then it would be the end for me. There will be no time to make another honey ball again. I will be licked dry by Daddy Bear to the point I can¡¯t be a bride anymore.


    Ah!


    Daddy Bear is looking this way again.


    Stop, don¡¯t look at me!


    I just gave you a honey ball, didn¡¯t I?


    Well, it has been snatched by the white bird, but you¡¯ll have to put up with it.


    No, don¡¯t point your foot at me!


    Don¡¯t walk towards me!


    Ugh, this is hopeless¡­.


    While I was cradling my head in resignation, the white bird swooped down on us. Then she circled around near Daddy Bear before distancing herself again.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s eyes were locked on the white bird, not me. Having caught Daddy Bear¡¯s attention, the white bird flew away from him, to the depths of the forest. Daddy Bear followed the white bird without taking his eyes off her. His footsteps reverberated from the ground gradually became farther away. I was left all alone.


    I am saved¡­? Apparently, Daddy Bear intends to get the honey ball back from the white bird.


    Laubb?r is a monster what will keep chasing after the humans he encounters in the forest to the ends of the world. I¡¯m sure Daddy Bear will keep chasing until that white bird get caught. It¡¯s hard to believe that a mere bird can escape from the lord of the forest, Daddy Bear, forever.


    Too bad for you, white bird.


    Your misdeeds will be punished by Daddy Bear!


    Fuhahaha¡­.


    Daddy Bear probably won¡¯t be coming back here for a while. Even if he successfully gets back the honey ball from the white bird, he should be able to enjoy the taste of my honey in his mouth for a few days, maybe a few weeks if I am lucky. During that time, he would forget all about me. The problem is after that. But for now, I should be happy that I am free. My face was licked, but the rest of me was safe.


    Thank goodness. I might still be able to marry¡­.


    In any case, let¡¯s just forget about Daddy Bear for now. I¡¯ve suffered long enough, both physically and mentally.


    And so I decided to go back to being a priestess for the first time in a long time.


    Yeah, it¡¯s time for a ceremony to pray for rain. I really need water now!


    I¡¯m running low of water due to the battle with Daddy Bear, but more than that, I¡¯m in discomfort right now. My face is covered in drool. Not only that, Daddy Bear¡¯s drool dripped from my face onto my body and made it all sticky. The stench is also making me dizzy. I want to rinse off my body as soon as possible.


    I really want to go take a bath if possible, but why can¡¯t plants take a bath? Even though they love water so much. It¡¯s strange, isn¡¯t it?


    Still, even though I¡¯ve been begging for rain for quite a while, not even a small rain cloud show up. Well, If I could make it rain so easily, I would have switched from being an unemployed flower to a priestess of rain.


    Then, reluctantly, I spent my time covered in a bear¡¯s drool all day. Humiliation ¡ª this word came to my mind every time I smelled a bear¡¯s drool. I kept offering my hands to the heavens with honey dripping from my eyes. Thankfully, the sky took pity on me and it rained the next day.


    I will become beautiful again with this.


    I caught the shower called rain with my whole body.


    Water, is the best¡­!!!


    Purified by the blessed rain, I started thinking about the future.


    It¡¯s about Daddy Bear. Even though I could buy time with a honey ball, that guy will surely come back here again. And when he does, there¡¯s no guarantee that things will go as well again as they did this time.


    Yesterday, Daddy Bear must have injured his left arm in the fight with the Hellwolf and he must also have been stung by the army of Zornbiene. However, he should be fully recovered the next time he appears. My honey ball has a recovery effect, after all.


    If possible, I want to leave this place right now. I want to move to another place and live quietly, undetected by my pursuers. But I am not allowed to do so because I¡¯m a plant. I wonder how many times I have cursed myself for this.


    Even if I¡¯m attacked by a foreign enemy, I cannot escape or hide from them. Say, why only plants have such a disadvantageous setting? This is weird. Plants are weird.


    But then I found a plant that was even weirder in a different way from what I was lamenting. There was a hole right next to me ¡ª a big hole where Daddy Bear gouged out the ground with his right punch the other day. Inside that hole, there was some kind of strange flower. A flower bloomed in the ground as if it had been there from the beginning.


    Why!?


    Why did you bloom in the ground?


    Are you a shut-in?


    Or are you perhaps a flower from a family that¡¯s not good with sun?


    No, wait, are you, by any chance, my stalker? Hello, I¡¯m Mary. I¡¯m buried under your ground right now ¡ª or something like that.


    Well, she was buried and couldn¡¯t crawl out of the ground on her own. I don¡¯t have to worry even if she really turns out to be a stalker. Even so, I¡¯m still amazed that flowers can live in the ground. I¡¯ve never heard of a flower blooming in the ground before¡­.


    No, wait a minute. There was such a flower. I¡¯ve read about it in a plant encyclopedia when I was a high school girl. If I remember it correctly it¡¯s called Rhizanthella.


    Rhizanthella was a rare flower that bloomed underground. Because they spent their entire life underground, they never showed up on the ground. Rhizanthella was a flower endemic to Australia in the Earth. They were angiosperm like me, but they were the so-called saprophytic plant.


    Saprophytes, unlike me, did not get nutrients through photosynthesis, but instead received them from fungi. By living in symbiosis with fungi, they were able to live underground where they were safe from predators and have access to plenty of water.


    Must be nice being her.


    She can spend her time peacefully and safely in the ground.


    I stared at a small flower with a light pink color. It was similar to Rhizanthella in my memory, but not exactly the same flower.


    I¡¯m sure it is a flower unique to this world, similar to the Rhizanthella from Earth. I don¡¯t know what it is called in this world, so I¡¯m going to call it Rhizanthella, too.


    Rhizanthella receives nourishment from fungi as a saprophytic plant, but I think I¡¯ve read somewhere that it actually received nourishment from the roots of nearby trees via fungi. In other words, Rhizanthella is also a parasitic plant.


    Now I understand why there¡¯s a Rhizanthella buried near me. It turns out that she is really my stalker. She has been using fungi to steal nutrients from my roots, too.


    In other words, I was being parasitized by other flowers in the ground without my knowledge. Being stalked is bad enough, but this is even worse.


    I stared at Rhizanthella.


    I couldn¡¯t care less about being parasitized.


    I¡¯m more envious of her live rather than that.


    Yeah, I¡¯ve decided it.


    Rhizanthella, come over here.


    Oh, don¡¯t be afraid.


    I¡¯m just going to put you inside my mouth for a bit.


    *swallowed*


    Rhizanthella¡¯s ability is now mine with this. I will be fine even if Daddy Bear comes again. If I dive into the ground, even Daddy Bear won¡¯t be able to find me.


    That¡¯s great, Rhizanthella!


    You are truly a hide-and-seek genius!


    But sadly, that¡¯s not how it works. It¡¯s impossible for one little Rhizanthella to make a drastic change in my nature. I can¡¯t live off the nutrients from the fungi alone. I can¡¯t turn myself into a saprophytic plant.


    I¡¯ve only ever been able to change one part of me so far. I couldn¡¯t become a Man-Eater myself by eating a Man-Eater. I could only make them grow on my vines. Similarly, I could only partially use the ability of Rhizanthella.


    That¡¯s right.


    I can use a little bit of Rhizanthella¡¯s ability now.


    I inserted my vine into a hole in the ground and I let it move through the ground by pushing it for a few meters away. For a little while, I was able to take nourishment from the fungi. I pulled out my vine out of the ground, but it was also possible to keep it underground as it was.


    Yeah. I will be fine for some time, but I can¡¯t rely on this ability to provide the nourishment needed to sustain my life underground for an extended period of time.


    While I was experimenting with my newly gained ability, it appeared ¡ª a small white dot flying from the far side of the forest.


    There¡¯s no doubt.


    That¡¯s the stupid white bird.


    It¡¯s already been a few days since Daddy Bear¡¯s invasion. That white bird seems to have managed to escape from him. Considering the fact that I haven¡¯t seen Daddy Bear again, I guess it¡¯s safe to assume that the honey ball has fallen into his hands


    I¡¯m sure she flew away with a honey ball in his mouth at that time.


    Good thing she didn¡¯t eat it immediately.


    Well, as long as Daddy Bear didn¡¯t come back, the rest didn¡¯t matter.


    Oh, I just came up with a good idea!


    I shoved my vine into a hole I dug earlier. Next I turned that vine into a saprophytic plant and let it hide underground. The white bird came descending towards me.


    I will not forget the bitterness of having my honey stolen by her during a crucial time.


    Plants would not normally be able to catch birds flying in the sky, but what if they set a trap? The poor bird, ignorant of the trap, would be caught without being able to do anything.


    I suppressed my grin and waited for the moment when the white bird would land on the ground.


    Now is the time to strike down my nemesis, the white bird!


    When the white bird landed on the ground, I immediately activated the trap.

 CH 18

    Chapter 18 ¨C Fishing a Big Snake with a Bird


    I, Alraune, a plant monster girl¡¯s watching a trap. Landing on the ground over there is my nemesis, the white bird. I¡¯m going to capture her.


    Her body is only about the size of a crow, so it won¡¯t fill me up. However, this will clear the bitterness from the other day when she stole my honey ball.


    Daddy Bear followed her and disappeared somewhere in the distance, so it might have been a better result than throwing the honey ball randomly. Even so, I still remember the despair I felt at that time.


    Well, that white bird might not be such a villainous bird.


    But, you know, White Bird, I¡¯ve always thought you looked beautiful and delicious.


    You look a bit like a rabbit in color, so I guess there is no problem if I eat you, is there?


    You are mine!


    I activated the trap like an insectivorous plant. The vines which I had previously hid in the ground emerged vigorously around the white bird. From the white bird¡¯s point of view, it must have seemed as if countless vines had suddenly sprouted from the ground.


    However, the white bird had good crisis management skills. The moment I moved the vines, she flapped its wings and flew up to the sky. It was only a split-second difference. The white bird had succeeded escaping from me once again.


    Aahhh, I failed¡­!


    That white bird got away again.


    Even though I had prepared so carefully this time.


    Well, it can¡¯t be helped. This is my first trap. I¡¯ll make the most of this experience next time.


    But you know what, White Bird, stop circling above me and go home!


    You must have a nest or something, right?


    If you enjoyed teasing me so much, you can come back and play with me again. Then I¡¯ll surely catch and eat you at that time.


    Hmm, what¡¯s that?


    There is something on the ground where the white bird was a while ago.


    It¡¯s a small rose-like red flower.


    I said rose-like because its stem is donned with thorns just like rose from the Earth.


    Yup, a red rose is wonderful.


    It¡¯s the same color as my corolla.


    In this world, the flower is called Rothrose.


    Speaking of which, it has been a long time since I have seen a flower that I can appreciate. Only flowers of nameless weeds and Man-Eater, who¡¯s a relative of Rafflesia, are growing around here, after all.


    Maybe that white bird dropped it when she escaped from my vines in hurry?


    That stupid white bird¡­.


    Let¡¯s call her Stupid Bird from now on.


    Even so, why would a wild bird like her carry a flower around?


    Oh, I got it. White Bird, are you building a nest, perhaps? Building your own home together with your beloved partner. You have such a good life for a bird.


    Meanwhile, I¡¯m a single flower with a long history of no boyfriend. I also have no home, no family, and live under the sky. The closest I¡¯ve come to a romantic relationship is when a bee, whom I had met for the first time, almost pollinated me with pollens from an unknown male flower. It¡¯s laughable because the identity of such a lonely flower is that of a former saint.


    That fucking junior of saint apprentice and my ex-fianc¨¦, the hero, seems to have married. I wonder if the two of them are enjoying a happy newlywed life in the royal castle right now. Compared to that, why am I living a life of survival alone, half-naked in the woods?


    I wonder if that shitty junior and the hero are sleeping together in the same bed every night. Since they are newlyweds, I¡¯m sure they spend their night doing this and that. Maybe they even have some kids already.


    I, on the other hand, was almost be pollinated. I mean, why should I be pollinated just by being there? If I pollinated, I would not only have a child, but I myself would become a seed (child), which would not bring me any happiness. Not only that I was licked all over by a wild bear with a cub for hours.


    Yeah, there¡¯s nothing fun about it.


    My life is full of hardship.


    I have never not wished that I had a partner to share the pain and sadness with. The fun would also be doubled if I have someone by my side.


    The sweet and blissful life I never got. A life of lovey-dovey newlyweds like the one that my fucking junior and the hero are living. I¡¯m sure that¡¯s what that white bird is experiencing it, too.


    Unacceptable!


    Isn¡¯t that white bird having a better life than me?


    Yes, I¡¯m just a flower, a plant!


    Ugh, this suck¡­.


    When I¡¯m this pissed off, only food can make me feel better.


    It¡¯s time to sample the rose.


    *swallowed*


    Yeah, I don¡¯t really understand the taste.


    I¡¯m simply swallowing and digesting it, after all.


    Still, if this can delay the white bird¡¯s construction of her own home even just a little bit, then good.


    Now then, let¡¯s pull back all the vines I burrowed in the ground¡­.


    Hold on, that¡¯s not vine!


    The vine started moving on their own against my will. I panicked, wondering what was going on. Then I found out the reason not long after.


    That¡¯s a snake, not vine! To be exact a snake-shaped monster called Vaanschlange. When I was targeting the white bird, I was being targeted by Vaanschlange without my knowledge.


    The snake monster had already gotten so close when I realized it. A thick, long, vicious-looking snake, opened its mouth wide. A monstrous snake that seemed to be able easily swallow an adult man whole, and could be estimated to be 10 meters or more in length alone.


    So snakes can open their mouths this wide, huh¡­.


    No, wait, could it be that I¡¯m about to be swallowed whole¡­?


    Give me a break!


    I don¡¯t want to be swallowed whole and digested alive again.


    I¡¯ve been through that once in my life and that¡¯s enough.


    Close that mouth now!

 CH 19

    Chapter 19 ¨C Monster Panic: Giant Snake Anaconda


    When I was feeling disappointed because the white bird had escaped from my trap, there was a giant snake waiting next to me. I was surprised because I really didn¡¯t expect it.


    The body of this snake-shaped monster ¡ª Wahnschlange, is quite thick and long. Maybe around 15 meters? It¡¯s a big game.


    Speaking of which, this reminds me of anaconda monster from a certain movie. Let¡¯s call it anaconda from now on.


    Still, why is there an anaconda here? Maybe I wasn¡¯t the only one aiming for the moment when the white bird descended to the ground.


    This anaconda was also trying to prey on the white bird, but since the white bird has escaped, he changes his target to me, instead.


    Too bad. My upper body looks human at first glance, but it¡¯s actually a pistil. I¡¯m sure it won¡¯t taste good even if you eat me.


    The anaconda did not heed my advice and tried to crawl through my vines.


    I don¡¯t want to be swallowed whole by this anaconda.


    Go, vines whip!


    I thought I could restrain the anaconda with the vines. However, they were slipping on the anaconda¡¯s slippery skin. The vines seemed to unwound as soon as they were wrapped around the anaconda¡¯s body.


    Wahnschlange is snake-shaped monster that usually lives near a water source. There must be a river nearby, and he must have come here from there.


    The combination of the original Wahnschlange¡¯s slimy skin and the dampness of the river seems to have caused his entire body to be constantly covered in a viscous liquid. It¡¯s also possible that he is secreting mucus from his own body. This make him a very slimy snake. Let¡¯s change the strategy.


    I made a bunch of Man-Eater flowers bloom on my vines and bit the anaconda¡¯s body as I restrained it.


    Not good. I can¡¯t hold down a 15-meter-long anaconda with just a dozen Man-Eater flowers.


    I could hold it down with hundreds of Man-Eater flowers, but my nutrition would not last that long. It takes more nutrients to make Man-Eaters bloom than you might think. Since I can¡¯t stop his movements, I will stop his life activities with wide-area attack. It¡¯s time for poisonous pollen.


    But surprisingly, the anaconda could easily avoid the poisonous pollen released from my corolla.


    He is quite fast for a big guy. What¡¯s more, he also dexterously shakes off his long tail to disperse the poisonous pollen in the air.


    I have underestimated this anaconda. No matter how big and strong it looks, it¡¯s inferior to Daddy Bear from the other day. And since I was able to survive against Daddy Bear, I thought this would be a piece of cake.


    But I was wrong. I just realize it now that this anaconda is quite experienced in fighting. The difference in our battle experience is evident. He is a snake that has been in numerous battles.


    He should not approach me so easily as long as I spread the poisonous pollen around my body. However, that¡¯s it. There¡¯s nothing more I can do.


    The anaconda, on the other hand, had no hands, but instead had a long tail. While keeping his face far away from me, he started to strike me with it.


    No amount of poisonous pollen that came into contact with the anaconda¡¯s tail would have any effect. The poisonous pollens must have entered his body through the mouth, nose, or eyes to take effect. This clever snake¡­.


    The anaconda¡¯s supple whip attacks using his 15-meters-long body that was also thick enough to swallow a whole cow had a tremendous destructive power. The first strike destroyed all the vines I used as a defense wall. The second strike hit the flank of my bulb, causing my body to sway greatly to the right. The third strike hit my upper body and knocked me over.


    My roots were still connected, but the collision had almost forced my upper body ¡ª the pistil, to the ground. Then the anaconda hammered me with another strike and completely brought me down. I was lying sideway with the entire bulb on the ground.


    This hurts like hell!


    It¡¯s next to being thrown a whole tree by Daddy Bear.


    The attack on me, the pistil, was especially effective.


    My upper body has almost no defense, after all.


    I mean, it¡¯s a pistil.


    Oh, I¡¯m in big pinch, aren¡¯t I?


    The anaconda was slowly approaching me. He seemed to be intending to finish me off.


    No problem. I still have a secret plan!


    When the anaconda had reached a certain distance from me, I immediately activated the trap. The vines hidden in the ground wrapped around the anaconda in an instant.


    The power of the saprophytic plant was quite convenient for me, as I am a wait-and-see type of monster. Anyways, I¡¯ve sealed off his movement with this.


    Just when I thought so, the anaconda slithered out of the vine as if ridiculing me.


    Oh, yeah, my vines are useless against him.


    What are you doing, Me!?


    Breaking free from the entanglement of my vines using his slippery skin, the anaconda started circling me around, looking for an opening.


    Had he used strangle attack using his own body like a normal anaconda, I could spray my poisonous pollen at his face from close range. The fact that he¡¯s taking measure against it means that this anaconda is quite intelligent.


    I can¡¯t escape if the anaconda uses his body to strangle mine, but that goes for him, too. I¡¯m a plant so I can¡¯t go anywhere to begin with. There there¡¯s no need for him to do that in the first place. Ha-ha-ha-ha¡­.


    Forget about the rematch with daddy Bear, I will end up inside this anaconda¡¯s stomach at his rate.


    That¡¯s right! I will give you my honey, so could you please spare my life?


    Oh, I see¡­. The anaconda doesn¡¯t seem to be interested in my honey. Well, some monsters are like that. I¡¯ve never seen a snake licking honey either.


    The encirclement around me was gradually narrowing.


    The anaconda will surely take a bite out of me when I show an opening. Or maybe he will squeeze me with his long tail? There¡¯s also a possibility that he will start lashing me again. I have no idea what kind of attack will come next. I¡¯m completely at his mercy.


    I thought the next crisis would be when Daddy Bear come back, but I was wrong. The strong prey on the weak in this forest. Besides the lord of the forest ¡ª Daddy Bear, there are many other strong monster such as Hellwolf and this Wahnschlange.


    I was too naive.


    I had let my guard down.


    The anaconda accelerated his speed and was getting ready to deliver the finishing blow.


    What should I do? I¡¯m really screwed this time.

 CH 20

    Chapter 20 ¨C The Four Heavenly King of the Forest


    I¡¯m Arlaune, a plant monster girl.


    Currently, I¡¯m about to be killed by an anaconda.


    I apparently have let my guard down because so far, I was able to defeat all the monsters I had encountered, with the exception of Daddy Bear. Barbaaffe ¡ª a monkey-type monster, Terhilfe ¡ª a deer-type monster, and many more.


    However, there are still those of boss class monster roaming around in this forest. The wolf of hell ¡ª Hellwolf, this snake-type monster ¡ª Wahnschlange, and the one who reigns at the top, the lord of the forest ¡ª Laubb?r. If we add one boss class monster to the group, we will have something like the Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest. The Hellwolf had been eaten by the Lord of the Forest, though. Compared to them, all the monsters I¡¯ve been hunting are just bean sprouts.


    Anyways, no matter how you look at it, this anaconda is clearly an opponent beyond my league. I might be able to do something if I work together with the female knights. I really miss them¡­.


    The anaconda accelerated even faster. He was going to deliver his finishing blow to me for real this time.


    This is the end¡­.


    My vines are rendered useless by his slippery skin.


    I have no other way to stop him.


    Ugh, how did I get into this mess?


    I just want to live quietly in the forest while photosynthesizing.


    Maybe I¡¯m being punished for trying to trap and eat the white bird?


    I¡¯m sorry, White Bird¡­.


    I admit that you, stealing my honey ball, have actually saved me.


    I promise that I won¡¯t try to eat you again next time.


    But in exchange, let this anaconda eat you to calm his wrath.


    I mean, it was originally caused by the scramble for you, so it¡¯s inevitable that you get eaten, right? This is the providence of nature.


    Speaking of the white bird, I have eaten a rose-like flower that she dropped earlier. That red flower, just like rose, had thorns growing on its stem. I wonder if I can reproduce them now. I¡¯m just one step away from the death anyway. Let¡¯s use all my remaining energy in this final struggle.


    I used Plant Generation to change the morphology of my vines. During this opening, the anaconda made his move at last. Maybe because he didn¡¯t see me as a threat anymore, he used bite attack instead of tail attack this time.


    Well, how about this?


    I moved all the remaining vines to restrain the oncoming anaconda. Because it was the third time I attempted this, the anaconda probably thought the result would be another failure. However, he was wrong. Using Plant Generation, I had fully armed my vines with countless thorns.


    There were more than 10 vines wrapped around the anaconda and too many thorns to count digging into his slippery skin. Thanks to this, the anaconda couldn¡¯t break free from the restraint.


    I¡¯m not so kind as to miss this opportunity.


    The anaconda¡¯s tail started to move. However, before it could hit me, I released a huge amount of poisonous pollen towards his face.


    Considering his body size, I need a heavy dose of poisonous pollen to make it lethal.


    Then, after a few moments, the anaconda foamed from his mouth and his body slumped to the ground. Drawing his last breath, the anaconda¡¯s eyes gradually lost their light.


    I won?


    Yeah, I did it!


    It¡¯s a come-from-behind victory, but I survived!


    If I hadn¡¯t been able to produce thorny vines in that situation, I would have surely lost. Seriously, it was a really close call. I need to thank the white bird for the flower later.


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    I¡¯m exhausted, undernourished, and really thirsty right now.


    For the time being, let¡¯s replenish my energy using that long guy over there.


    Time to eat!


    *munch* *munch* *munch* *munch*


    Hmm, what should I do? This anaconda is a little too long to swallow.


    I guess I need to digest what¡¯s inside my bulb first and finish the rest a little by a little later.


    Even so, this situation makes it as though a snake is growing from my bulb.


    Oh well, it¡¯s just a matter of time until I eat everything.


    I had so many close calls since becoming an alraune, but I think this is the first time I have survived a death by a pure strengtsyh.


    When I was about to be pollinated by the army of bees, I shut myself inside a vines cocoon and brought the battle into a stalemate. In the end, we came to an agreement to live in symbiosis. Even in the battle with Daddy Bear, I just used a honey ball as a decoy to get him to leave me. Therefore, this is really my first time defeating an opponent whose strength is several levels above mine by sheer force.


    Although it¡¯s just a title I made up myself, defeating one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest still makes me kind of proud. Maybe I can call myself one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest now?


    Nah, just kidding. There are still many stronger monster than me out there. Besides, I¡¯m just a humble flower. It¡¯s not right that a plant, which is not even an animal, become one of the Four Heavenly Kings, isn¡¯t it?


    *****


    But at that time, Arlaune didn¡¯t know that defeating the Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest, who had their own territory, meant that their ecosystem would also be destroyed. Or rather, the turf war had already begun when Daddy Bear became a honey addict and shut himself inside his lair.


    With the disappearance of Daddy Bear, the anaconda from other territory came to claim his territory. However, the anaconda was defeated by a mysterious flower, which created another blank area in the power map of the forest and accelerated the turf war even further.


    Many bloodthirsty monsters started to make their move throughout the forest. As if to decide the new ruler of the blank areas, they fought with each other to prove their dominance. Of course, the brunt of this turf war would also be directed at the mysterious flower who had defeated Wahnschlange.

 CH 21

    Chapter 21 ¨C When I was Enjoying All-You-Can-Eat Monsters, the Signs of Creatures Disappeared from the Forest


    I¡¯m Arlaune, an ordinary plant monster girl who gets hungry a lot as of late.


    Just a moment ago, I have poisoned a Wahnschwein to death.


    Wahnschwein is a boar-type monster that boasts the power of a heavy tank and the ability to break through any obstacles. That kind of creature was charging straight at me. Could you imagine how scary it was? If our bodies collide, I, a mere plan, would surely be blown away like a joke. However, I¡¯m not so stupid to take him head-on.


    I transformed my vines into thorny vines with Plant Generation and built a thick wall with them. When the boar crashed into it, the vines wrapped around his body like a net. No matter how powerful his charging was, with countless thorns biting into his body, it would put some breaks to his momentum. In addition, I coated those thorns with poison. My poison was pretty strong that most enemies could be dealt with it.


    The Wahnschwein was gradually losing his strength as the poison started to take effect on him. Not wasting the chance, I hurriedly released poisonous pollen as finishing blow. The Wahnschwein finally collapsed and then died not long after.


    Anyways, without further ado, let¡¯s dig in!


    *swallowed*


    Even so, I feel like I¡¯ve been getting a lot of visitors these days.


    I¡¯m still living a plant life while photosynthesizing, but things are not so peaceful around here. There are just too many monsters to count. Sometimes they come solo, sometimes in groups, and sometimes in lines. No matter how I think about it, this number is obviously abnormal.


    I can produce about a hundred thorny vines currently. You know what? I just realized that I¡¯m surprisingly good at one-to-many battle, as long as I¡¯m not up against big guys. Thanks to that, I had to digest everyone who came to visit me every day. I¡¯ve never been able to eat all I can like this before.


    Well, despite everything, I¡¯m still the same as before, just preying on the prey that comes to feed on me like an insectivore. You can even say I¡¯m enjoying my plant life in peace and quiet right now.


    Yes, that¡¯s right. I¡¯m quietly eating all kinds of monsters, after all.


    Speaking of which, the forest became noisy since the day I ate the anaconda. Maybe is it due to the disappearance of one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the forest? If that is true, the situation might be even more serious because of another member of the Four Heavenly Kings, Mr. Hellwolf, had already been eaten by Daddy Bear. That makes two seats vacant at the moment. In addition, I have a feeling that Daddy Bear ¡ª the lord of the forest, is so enamored with my honey ball right now that he never leaves his den. This situation triggered a turf war throughout the forest and disrupts the ecosystem.


    That¡¯s just a wild guess of what¡¯s happening right now, though.


    I personally find the current situation ideal because I don¡¯t have to worry about food anymore.


    I hunt using a wait-and-see method. Because I¡¯m a plant, I can¡¯t walk around, so I lure my preys with honey and then catch them. Under normal circumstances, there are days when I don¡¯t eat, but lately, the preys wander in so fast that I¡¯m overfed.


    What am I going to do if I get fat? This is a body that can¡¯t go on a diet even if I want to.


    I don¡¯t mean to brag, but no matter what kind of monsters coming my way, they are no longer my opponents. I¡¯m also growing up ¡ª- as a plant monster, that¡¯s it. Unless they are those of the Four Heavenly Kings level, I wouldn¡¯t even break a sweat.


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    It¡¯s been a few weeks since I preyed on the anaconda, but I have yet to face any worthy opponents. My live was never in danger during this time, which is a good thing.


    Oh, I think we have a visitor.


    Good day, Mr. Tiger.


    If I remember it correctly, it¡¯s a tiger-type monster called Creek Tiger. It¡¯s a monster about the size of a large truck that is well-known as battle maniac. Yes, in sort, it¡¯s a tiger that loves to fight.


    There¡¯s a certain anecdote about this monster. It¡¯s said that once upon a time there was a Creek Tiger that barged into the human battlefield during the war and started killing soldiers from both sides indiscriminately.


    They are a genuine battle race that there was such a fierce tiger among them. However, it seems that Mr. Tiger didn¡¯t live up to that anecdote. I mean, look, he is already dead.


    I welcomed the approaching Mr. Tiger with dozens of thorny vines. Only a few of them hit the target, but that was enough. My real attack was the poison ¡ª my specialty. Mr. Tiger who got wounded by the thorns collapsed due to the poison not long after. Then, I released poisonous pollen as a finishing blow. The battle ended in the blink of an eye.


    This is my current sure-winning tactic. Mr. Tiger didn¡¯t even seem to notice that the thorn was poisonous. Yeah, it was surprisingly an easy battle.


    When I first saw him, I thought ¡°This guy must be the last Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest!¡±. However, I didn¡¯t struggle as much as when I fought the anaconda. I couldn¡¯t help but having a second thought about certifying him as one of the Four Heavenly Kings.


    Mr. Tiger would be unbeatable against the other forest monsters. I feel that he was as strong as the anaconda and the hell wolf in terms of raw strength. However, he was not my opponent.


    Let¡¯s call him one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest (provisional) for now. Do your best getting rid of the provisional part and rising to the official Four Heavenly Kings of the Forest, Mr. Tiger.


    I guess it¡¯s impossible since you are melting in my stomach right now. Then, do your best in the next life. I¡¯m also doing my best in this next life.


    If you reincarnate as a plant, you will understand my feelings. Let¡¯s get along as fellow plants at that time. Of course, I will still eat you as a material for my Plant Generation.


    Hmm, it¡¯s been on my mind for a while now. Is my poison much stronger than before? I feel like my ability to kill has improved since I fought Daddy Bear and the anaconda. I feel like something inside me have evolved.


    I wonder if my survival instincts as a living creature had kicked in when I faced a near death situation which resulted in my poison became deadlier.


    Is that how much I have grown? Now that I think about it, I¡¯m just a newborn sprout of Arlaune. You can even say I am still a toddler. When I grow up, I¡¯m sure I will be even stronger.


    Maybe now is my growth spurt period? Speaking of which, I can grow more vines and thorns than before. Yeah, everything makes sense. Perhaps this is also the reason why I get hungry a lot as of late. Instead of overnourished, my body is undernourished. I wonder if this is really what¡¯s happening right now¡­.


    Oh well, I just need to eat a lot and grow up to be a big and splendid flower. And one day, I will finally defeat my greatest nemesis.


    I don¡¯t want to remember that humiliation anymore.


    I will survive in this warring states period of the forest.


    I will become strong and live a peaceful life.


    After that, I turned dozens of monsters into nourishment one after another. But then I noticed that there was no longer any sign of life around me. No one came to visit me anymore.


    There used to be so many of them, but where have they disappeared to?


    It¡¯s strange, isn¡¯t it? Oh well, the sunlight is delicious and the water also tastes good.


    Thus I went back to my slow life doing nothing but photosynthesizing since there was no more visitors coming. However, those days of peace and quiet soon came to an end. A guest, an acquaintance, I hadn¡¯t seen in a long time, showed up.


    Oh, hello there.


    It¡¯s been a long time, isn¡¯t it?


    I glad to see you are doing well, Daddy Bear¡­.


    I was so engrossed in all-you-can-eat monsters that I had completely forgotten about his existence. Come to think of it, another month has passed since then. It¡¯s not surprising if Daddy Bear has already finished eating the honey ball. Even so, I really didn¡¯t expect this. Daddy Bear is not alone. He came here with someone.


    Daddy Bear, who is that next to you? Please introduce us.


    What? The lady next to you is your wife? That¡¯s a bit of a surprise.


    So, Mommy Bear? Nice to meet you. I thought you were his sister because you look just like him.


    I mean, it should be obvious that there¡¯s Mommy Bear. Daddy Bear couldn¡¯t give birth to that bear cub a.k.a honey-loving perverted bear, after all.


    The two bears, Daddy Bear and Mommy Bear, started marching toward me together.


    I see. So that¡¯s how it is¡­.


    Apparently, this couple is crazy about me.

 CH 22

    Chapter 22 ¨C Splendid Tea Party by Female Flower and Mrs. Bear


    Daddy Bear came to see me with his wife ¡ª Mommy Bear. I know it¡¯s been a while, but¡­. I¡¯m kinda scared because the couple seem so full of murderous spirits. You are totally coming to lick me, aren¡¯t you!?


    I gave Daddy Bear a special honey ball when he attacked me before. I¡¯m sure he had already finished it, then came to me again because he couldn¡¯t the forget the taste and wanted more.


    Well, I guess his purpose is my honey. The question is what will he do to me? I would like him to leave when he is satisfied with just licking me, but I¡¯m pretty sure it won¡¯t be that simple. In addition, he is not alone this time.


    Mommy Bear couldn¡¯t be the same as Daddy Bear, right? I mean, a perverted husband and wife are just beyond the salvation.


    But sadly, the two bears were the same. As Mommy Bear came closer to me, I saw her eyes were getting more and more bloodshot.


    I wonder if Mommy Bear is after my honey, too. She looks like so excited that she couldn¡¯t control herself anymore.


    Last time, I had to go through the hell of being licked for hours by Daddy Bear. If Mommy Bear joins the fray, they would take turns licking me, which mean I wouldn¡¯t even have time to take a breath.


    Maybe I would die due to lack of nutrition due to producing too much honey. I could imagine a scene of a dried-out Alraune left in the forest, wither away, and finally return to the earth. I might be able to meet the female knights again at that time. Though I¡¯m not sure if we would recognize each other since we both had become fertilizers.


    Female Laubb?r has two horns on their forehead. But in exchange, they are not as long as the male¡¯s. I doubt Mommy Bear will use them as weapons.


    Mommy Bear is approximately 7 or 8 meters tall. Compared to the 10-meter-tall Daddy Bear, she is a little smaller. Nevertheless, she is still big. If two of them come at me at the same time, there¡¯s only a little I can do. I would like to deal with them at least one at a time. For a start, let¡¯s aim for Mommy Bear, who is smaller and more agile than Daddy Bear.


    Now then, how about having a tea party with me, Mrs. Bear?


    Of course, without your husband.


    Let¡¯s take our time and get to know each other as fellow ladies.


    I will be waiting for you with some delicious honey drinks.


    I guess I have to send invitation first. Otherwise, Mrs. Bear won¡¯t even be able to discuss it with her husband. Please wait for a moment because I will make it now.


    I brought one of my vines to my mouth and licked it to make a honey-covered vine ¡ª one tea party invitation was completed. Next I stretched out the honey-covered vine in front of Mommy Bear. Maybe she was so eager to attend my tea party, Mommy Bear immediately responded by getting ahead of Daddy Bear to catch the honey-covered vine.


    Okay, I¡¯ve got her!


    Like fishing, I pulled back the honey-covered vine towards me. Mommy Bear started to run after it. Daddy Bear followed suit, but Mommy Bear with her smaller and lighter body was faster than him.


    No, not yet.


    Just a little more¡­.


    Now!


    I showed Mommy Bear to the tea party table (a wall of thorns). However, Mommy Bear, whose eyes were too preoccupied with a honey-covered vine, crashed into it.


    Well, it was nothing complicated. I simply hid the thorny vines in the ground in advance and then waited until Mommy Bear had reached a certain distance before popping them out.


    I wrapped Mommy Bear with a net of thorns and forced her to take a seat in my handmade chair.


    Let¡¯s begin the tea party.


    Meanwhile, Mommy Bear started rampaging around.


    Oh my, is this perhaps your first time tasting poison? It¡¯s one of the most popular items at my tea party. I hope it suits your taste.


    Speaking of which, all the guests who came to my tea party so far were delighted with it that they were blowing bubbles from their mouth. I¡¯m also really proud of my poison coated thorns.


    Mommy Bear tried to escape, but the more she struggled, the more thorns stuck to her body. Even if she managed to remove the vines, the thorns would remain. Getting pricked by countless thorns is already painful, and to make it worse, my poison entered through those wounds.


    It¡¯s about time to pour some tea for Mommy Bear.


    I held open Mommy Bear¡¯s mouth with vines and released poisonous pollen into her throat.


    Mommy Bear is crying out something like ¡°It¡¯s delicious! It¡¯s delicious!¡±, isn¡¯t she?


    Since you like it so much, how about another cup?


    I released another batch of poisonous pollen.


    Too bad. There¡¯s still more to come, but she seems to have had her fill already.


    With her eyes rolled back, Mommy Bear started convulsing while blowing bubbles from her mouth.


    That¡¯s very inappropriate for the Lord of the Forest¡¯s wife. Oh well, I will turn you into my nourishment soon. You won¡¯t need to play the role of perfect lady anymore. Isn¡¯t that nice?


    Now then, you are the only one left, Daddy Bear¡­.


    But as expected, the husband won¡¯t be as easy to defeat as the wife. He is called the Lord of the Forest for a reason, after all. Even the Four Heavenly Kings (tentative) is pale in comparison to him.


    I can tell just by looking. The pressure coming from him is incomparable to any monsters I¡¯ve faced until now. He has the composure of an overwhelmingly strong man and the confidence of a fighter who had gone through countless battles.


    When I confronted him last time, I had no idea what he was capable of. However, after preying on numerous demons over the past month, I¡¯ve also gained quite a bit of battle experience. I can catch a glimpse of his power now.


    I will be honest here. Daddy Bear is many times stronger than me. If I fight him head-on, I will undoubtedly lose. Things won¡¯t be like when I fought Mommy Bear.


    Even so, I have made my decision that day. I don¡¯t want to experience the humiliation of having Daddy Bear lick me all over again. His drool is dirty, sticky, disgusting, and make me smell like a bear. My body and mind were defiled, and he treated me like a thing. You can¡¯t blame for this feeling of aversion.


    So, you know, I won¡¯t go down without putting a fight.


    I¡¯ll show him that I¡¯m different from that time.


    Come on, Daddy Bear.


    Let¡¯s settle this once and for all!

 CH 23

    Chapter 23 ¨C The Beginning of Operation to Defeat Daddy Bear


    I actually have prepared a secret plan to defeat Daddy Bear. However, I will not use it yet. There¡¯s still time for our guests to have some fun. Now that the tea party is over, it¡¯s time to dance. The ball is about to begin.


    Daddy Bear, may I ask you to dance with me?


    As if to say, ¡°Of course, Milady.¡± Daddy Bear came forward.


    Hold on, Daddy Bear. Where is your tuxedo? Don¡¯t tell me you are going to attend the ball dressed like that. I mean, you are not wearing anything


    Yeah, I¡¯m not wearing a night dress either.


    I only covered my chests with vines.


    Since I¡¯m also sort of half-naked, we might make a good pair, in a way.


    For forest creatures like us, our skin is our clothes, so let¡¯s just say that everything is in order. Still, a ball in the forest where nudity and semi-nudity are woven together. That sounds very indecent. Oh well, it¡¯s actually just a bear and a plant.


    Daddy Bear took a quick glance at Mommy Bear and then approached me while raising a roar.


    I wonder if he was so excited to dance with me to the point he ignored his wife. If you get carried away with another woman, your wife won¡¯t be happy with it.


    Oh no, look at that!


    Mommy Bear is so angry that she¡¯s blowing bubbles from her mouth.


    Daddy Bear, who didn¡¯t seem to care about what happened to his wife, was drooling as he stared at me.


    It¡¯s embarrassing to be looked at with such a hot gaze¡­.


    Well, anyway, shall we begin?


    I made my first move by making thorny vines came out of the ground.


    Yeah, I know that it¡¯s a man¡¯s job to escort woman. However, it must be hard for Daddy Bear to ask other woman for dance in front of his wife. He should be thanking me for taking the lead here.


    Countless thorny vines wrapped, not only both Daddy Bear¡¯s arms, but all over his body.


    Now, please follow the rhythm. I can¡¯t move from my spot so you will have to move for my part, too. This is a waltz with bear.


    However, Daddy Bear didn¡¯t seem happy with it. He ripped off the thorny vines all over his body as if refusing to dance with me.


    Could it be that you refuse to dance with me!?


    Hey, even after I went out of my way to invite you¡­.


    I¡¯m a former saint and duke¡¯s daughter. You will tarnish my reputation if you do this to me.


    Okay, I¡¯ve had enough.


    Let¡¯s send Daddy Bear to his wife.


    The ball is over.


    The playtime ends here


    Now it¡¯s time for the battle.


    Even so, Daddy Bear doesn¡¯t seem to be in pain at all. In fact, he looks unscathed even though his whole body should have been pierced by countless thorns.


    Daddy Bear really is a formidable opponent, after all. His strong and thick fur seems to have rendered my thorns attack useless. That alone shows that he can¡¯t be put in the same league as the monsters I¡¯ve fought until now.


    Wahnschlange a.k.a Anaconda, Creek Tiger a.k.a Battle Maniac, and even Mommy Bear have succumbed to my thorns and poison combination attack. They all offered themselves to me, declaring that they would become my nourishment. And yet, it didn¡¯t even scratch Daddy Bear.


    The deadly attack, which had been undefeated until now, was nullified. That¡¯s the Lord of the Forest for you.


    Frankly speaking, the fact that my attack cannot damage Daddy Bear is enough to make me want to surrender. This is just hopeless. I apparently would have to go through that licking hell again.


    It¡¯s true that if I fight him normally, I will never be able to defeat Daddy Bear. But you see, I was not just having all-you-can-eat banquet for the past month. I have also been thinking of a strategy for this rematch.


    All right, let¡¯s do it!


    I took out something that I had prepared for Daddy Bear.


    If the outside doesn¡¯t work, just attack from the inside.


    Daddy Bear, do you know what it this?


    That¡¯s right, it¡¯s an apple.


    Though it¡¯s called apel fruit in this world.


    This juicy red apple looks delicious, doesn¡¯t it? I made this especially for you. I hope you would like it. Still, this Plant Generation is very convenient. I can grow fruits like this anytime I want.


    I picked up an apple that has been harvested in advance with a vine and then threw it to Daddy Bear.


    You must be hungry, right? I bet you have been shutting yourself inside your lair while enjoying my honey ball and haven¡¯t eaten anything else. After all, the boy also said he didn¡¯t feel like eating other food after tasting my honey. In this situation, if an apple flies by, I¡¯m sure he won¡¯t miss it.


    Daddy Bear caught the apple with his mouth and then bit into it.


    That apple contains my honey so I can guarantee its taste.


    You want more? Don¡¯t worry, I knew that one apple wouldn¡¯t be enough.


    Now open your mouth wide!


    I threw apples one after another. Daddy Bear, who was waiting like an obedient pet, caught and ate them all. However, he suddenly stopped at the thirteenth apple. Ignoring the flying apple, he started looking up at the sky with his mouth hanging open.


    I wonder if it¡¯s starting to take effect. Actually, the apples also contain my poison. I can easily make delicious poisonous apples with Plant Generation by mixing them with honey and poison.


    I usually use it as a bait to catch my prey. One poisonous apple is enough to kill an ordinary monster. But as expected of Daddy Bear. It¡¯s amazing that he is still standing even after eating thirteen of them.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s eyes locked on me.


    Is he perhaps angry? Did he realize that the apples were poisonous? Daddy Bear is not a fool, after all.


    But he finally tasted my honey again after a long time. He must be suffering from the poison and craving for more apples at the same time right now.


    Daddy Bear lunged at me on all fours. I brought out the vines I had deployed underground in advance to create a wall of thorns. However, it was easily broken through.


    My thorns attack is useless against Daddy Bear¡¯s defense, after all. He came out unscathed. His title as the Lord of the Forest is not just for show. He is the first opponent I couldn¡¯t defeat using this method.


    Next I fired poisonous pollen at him. However, it was erased by wind pressure from Daddy Bear¡¯s rush.


    I have used up all my offensive techniques.


    My poisonous apples don¡¯t seem to be that effective either.


    Fighting him directly is out of the question.


    Even though I¡¯ve become much stronger in the past month.


    I even started to have the idea that there was no longer a worthy opponent for me in this forest. Yet here I am so powerless in front of Daddy Bear.


    Daddy Bear stopped right in front of me. He was more than 10 meters tall, so it was very intimidating. He was supposed to be in pain because of the poison. However, his desire for my honey seemed to overpower it.


    You really like me, huh.


    That¡¯s obvious from the way you toyed with me last time.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s face was drawing closer.


    This brings back memories of when Daddy Bear licked me for the first time. I couldn¡¯t do anything back then. This time, once again, the same thing is about to happen.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s wet and sticky tongue touched my face. I felt an inescapable disgust as it started to move around licking the honey just like that day. However, this time, despair and humiliation ¡ª none of those words were in my mind. I haven¡¯t give up.


    I don¡¯t want to be licked!


    I don¡¯t want to be humiliated!


    I don¡¯t want to be treated like some kind of candy!


    But despite my strong determination, honey kept flowing from my eyes uncontrollably. Thus I decided to try something.


    Since I can¡¯t stop Daddy Bear from licking me, I will just use that to my advantage.


    I smirked at Daddy Bear who moved his tongue eagerly to taste me.


    My honey is delicious, isn¡¯t it?


    You were also like this back then.


    Don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t try to stop you anymore at this point.


    Go ahead and lick me to your heart¡¯s content.


    Come on, don¡¯t be shy!


    That¡¯s right. I have prepared this special blend just for you, Daddy Bear. The highest quality honey that¡¯s different from usual mixed with a secret ingredient. This is so delicious that it will send you straight to the heaven literally. After all, this aforementioned secret ingredient is my strongest poison.


    Ufufufu¡­.


    How is my poisonous honey, Daddy Bear?


    Does it suit your taste?


    Oh!? I guess it¡¯s time so say goodbye.


    It was nice knowing you.

 CH 24

    Chapter 24 ¨C Pavlov Bear


    Daddy Bear licked my face. To be precise, he licked honey off my face. He seemed unable to stop himself from making an ecstatic expression as he savored the honey overflowing from my lips.


    It¡¯s great to see you having a good time. But no matter how many times I experience it, I hate the feeling of being licked by a bear¡¯s tongue.


    Suddenly, Daddy Bear turned weird. He started blowing bubbles from his mouth and went into a frenzy.


    I understand. It¡¯s painful, isn¡¯t it? That¡¯s not surprising because the honey was mixed with poison.


    I can produce poisonous pollen and poisonous apple. Following that logic, I should be able to produce poisonous honey, too.


    Then, after countless experiment, I finally succeeded in making a perfect poisonous honey blend. In addition, it¡¯s more potent than my other poison attacks. I wonder what would happen if you ingested it inside your body.


    Daddy Bear clawed at his own throat. Nevertheless, a large amount of drool was still trickling down from his mouth like a waterfall. His craving for honey apparently much stronger than the pain. He had become a bear who couldn¡¯t live without my honey.


    I wonder who made him like that.


    He is a bad example of father.


    Daddy Bear continued to hurt himself without me having to do anything.


    It¡¯s a bitter pill to swallow as I have to let Daddy Bear lick me as he pleases. However, the result is worth it. This move is especially effective against a honey addict like him.


    My honey still tastes sweet and delicious even though it¡¯s mixed with poison. Daddy Bear understands that it¡¯s harmful to his body, but he¡¯s still licking it. Why? Because the honey is there.


    That¡¯s how the honey-crazed boy continued seeking my honey. And Daddy Bear, who had licked my face for hours on end, is already a heavy honey addict.


    The honey ball I gave him last time must have been so delicious that he shut himself up inside his home for a month. Now he came here again for my honey.


    You want honey, right? Okay I will let you lick it ¡ª this poisonous honey.


    But you see, there¡¯s something even better than poisonous honey. Let¡¯s give it to Daddy Bear as a reward. Even though he turned me down for the dance, I should at least thank him for coming to the ball. This is my pride as the organizer.


    I¡¯ve secretly made this special present for Daddy Bear in the past month. I¡¯m sure he would love it more than anything.


    Glancing at Daddy Bear who seemed to be running out of breath, I spat out something from my mouth and caught it with both hands.


    Yup, it¡¯s a honey ball. However, it¡¯s not just an ordinary honey ball, but a special-made one. Of course, it doesn¡¯t contain recovery magic at all.


    This honey ball is a special-made poisonous honey ball that has been concentrated for over a month by layering poison on top of each other to make it extremely poisonous. Its killing power should be tremendous.


    This is something I¡¯ve been carefully preparing to be used as my ultimate weapon for the rematch with Daddy Bear, who is sure to come back someday.


    Here, please enjoy it!


    I grabbed the poisonous honey ball with my vine and held it in front of Daddy Bear¡¯s face. However, Daddy Bear was only staring and sniffing it.


    You had it before, remember? My sweet and delicious honey ball that made you feel like in heaven. I¡¯m sure you want to taste it again.


    What¡¯s the matter, Daddy Bear? It¡¯s bad manners to droll while blowing bubbles in front of a lady.


    Oh, are you perhaps wondering if this honey ball also contains poison? If you don¡¯t want to eat it, I won¡¯t force you. However, this chance might never come to you again.


    Daddy Bear¡¯s tongue slowly approached my vine. Blood was coming out of his eyes and mouth due to the poison, but he couldn¡¯t resist the honey ball¡¯s temptation nevertheless.


    I understand, Daddy Bear.


    Go ahead and enjoy it.


    This will be your last supper, after all


    Ah, before that, please let me say something.


    This is all your fault for licking me like crazy.


    I¡¯m not going to forgive you.


    I¡¯m going to take my revenge on you.


    Because you licked me, I¡¯m angry.


    Because you licked me, your body is being eaten away by poison right now.


    Because you licked me, your life will be forfeit.


    I will clear this humiliation once and for all.


    You are my greatest enemy, Daddy Bear. Even so, I won¡¯t rub salt on your wound at the end. I¡¯m aiming to be a kind and beautiful flower, after all.


    Instead of salt, I will give you the honey ball you are dying for. This gem-like mass of poison with the best hidden flavor is my parting gift.


    Daddy Bear who couldn¡¯t stand it anymore, bit off the tip of my vine that was holding the honey ball. Then, with a smile on his face, he finally collapsed. Daddy Bear was convulsing while blowing bubbles profusely from his mouth. However, instead of agony, he made a happy face, as if he was enjoying some kind of happiness.


    Even I¡¯m like this now, I¡¯m still a former saint. I don¡¯t find enjoyment from watching people suffering.


    Daddy Bear, thank you for all your hard work as the lord of the forest until now. You can now rest in peace while enjoying the taste of my honey.


    Good night, Daddy Bear.


    Then daddy Bear fell silent forever.