"... Bang... Bang... Bang... "
Maka walked with a group of elves in an area made of countless vines, always paying attention to the surrounding situation. Most of those spiked vines were ready to move, but under the threat of the flame in front of Maka, they had to choose to avoid it.
While continuing to move towards the target in the induction, Maka vaguely heard an almost inaudible sound. It was as if there was a heart beating, beating like a regular drum.
After listening carefully several times, Maka realized that the heartbeat didn't seem to be a real sound. He couldn't find the source of the sound, as if the sound came from all the vines around him, or from his own mind.
Not long after they left, Maka's footsteps suddenly paused, and then sped up a bit again. Just now, he felt that the flow of magic power in the air suddenly slowed down and was about to stop.
There is only one reason why this happens - the thing's body can no longer absorb the magic power floating in the air.
Maka immediately hurried a few steps, and when he found a hole suddenly opened in the middle of the vines in front of him, he knew he had arrived.
In the center of this area crowded with vines, there is a hemispherical space.
This place is not big, about ten steps in diameter, as if there is a large transparent bowl buckled here, and the vines have not continued to spread inside.
And in the middle of this small open space, a flower bud half as tall as a man broke out of the ground and took root there quietly, motionless.
In this green bud, Maca can clearly feel the abundant magic power it contains. The heartbeat he had "heard" before seemed unusually clear here.
Maka was pretty sure he had never heard of this plant. There is no record whatsoever in modern magic books or in some related ancient documents.
Of course, there are still similarities to it. For example, in ancient times, there seemed to be a magical plant called the "Flower of the World", which usually used vine whipping and spike shooting to clear out enemies. But the reason why it is called the "Flower of the World" is because of its incredible size, which is obviously beyond the reach of this little bud in front of you.
"So young?" Maka frowned slightly.
In his mind, the continuous beating of heartbeats continued, and listening to it for a long time would make people feel a little irritated. Maka put aside this slight feeling of annoyance and stared at the bud carefully.
"Destroy it and it should be fine..."
As Lao Lak said that, he wanted to reach out and release the magic, but was stopped by Maka on the side.
"Wait a minute." Maka stretched out her arm to block Lao Lak's body, but her eyes were looking at the buds for a moment, "There's something moving... did you hear it?"
"… What?"
Hearing the words, Lao Lak listened for a moment, but found nothing.
Seeing that he didn't seem to hear it, Maka looked at the other elves and realized that only she seemed to be able to hear it. Yes, just when Lao Lak raised his hand to destroy the bud, he heard an unusually weak voice.
The sound seemed very vague, and it seemed even more faint when mixed with the non-stop heartbeat.
But Maka believed that she heard correctly.
After he thought for a moment, he relaxed the use of Occlumency a little, and then the voice became much clearer. Although there are still some intermittent moments, at least the obstacles that hindered the transmission of that idea have been temporarily eliminated.
"...No...don't hurt me...I didn't...please..."
A child-like voice seemed to ring in his ears, clear and sweet.
Maka was sure that she had never heard that language, let alone understood it. That language was very different from any he knew, and some of the syllables were not even humanly pronounceable.
But somehow, he could understand the general meaning.
When that voice sounded in his mind, a faint sense of pleading also reached Maka's consciousness at the same time.
There is no doubt that this is a more advanced spiritual magic than Legilimency.
Legilimency can only read the appearance of thoughts and memories. If the person a wizard is reading is a foreigner who does not understand the language, then the wizard will definitely be in the dilemma of being unable to understand the other party's language while reviewing the other person's memory. .
The owner of the voice that Maka heard was not only able to achieve an effect similar to the reverse application of Legilimency, but could even reach the level of thoughts while conveying his will.
Maka vaguely remembered that Newt Scamander's rare talent of communicating with magical creatures could barely reach this level.
To be honest, he was extremely curious about this magic, because it was undoubtedly very practical.
"Can you hear me?"
Maka thought about this sentence repeatedly in her mind, but the other party did not respond. If the other party doesn't want to pay attention, then he probably won't be able to hear his voice.
At this moment, the flower bud suddenly swelled. After the heartbeat suddenly "bang bang bang" accelerated in frequency, the green outer skin of the flower bud silently turned outwards.
Layer after layer, the several petals of the calyx soon became a base holding the flower bones. The slightly curled pink petals stretched out one after another, as if they were about to open at this moment without any hesitation.
Lao Lak and the other elves suddenly became nervous, but under Maka's restraint, they finally managed to hold back and did not take action.
When the last layer of petals lightly opened and rolled to one side, Maka's expression became a little strange.
"… WTF?"
Very lucky... No, maybe it should be very unfortunate.
Because, the first thing Maka saw was a smooth back—on that pink and tender back like a newborn, four thin translucent wings with some moisture were slowly spreading out as they came into contact with the air. .
Immediately afterwards, the owner of the back gently stood up among the blooming flowers, wrapped in a pink skirt that was very similar to the surrounding petals.
Regardless of whether the size matches or not, it looks exactly like a forest fairy—yes, it's the kind of magical animal that Maka has a lot of wings for to make the Immortal Hidden Potion.
But as far as Maka knows, fairies are magical creatures that lay eggs. If you have to compare, they are actually closer to insects in the Muggle world than to certain plants.
This kind of "extra-large" fairy born from a flower bud is obviously unheard of.
"Firi!" Lao Lak took a step back with a surprised look on his face, and then quickly crawled to the ground, "Firi! Ferry who loves to dance! A friend of Ancestor Lal!"
At Lao Lak's reminder, the other elves also crawled down together, not even daring to raise their heads.
However, Maka just glanced at them and continued to look at the enlarged version of the strange fairy.
Looking at it this way, it is indeed very similar to the statue in the shrine. He heard the story narrated by Old Luck at that time, but no matter how he thought about it now, this would not be the ancestor of the fairies.
From the time he came into contact with magic and became a wizard, until now, he has never found anything that cannot be explained. Magic has magical principles, and magical creatures also have their own way of reproduction. Everything follows certain rules and order.
To say that this "big fairy" has a blood relationship with the "little fairies" he has come into contact with is something that he would not believe even to death.
"Human, thank you for stopping them and saving me from harm..."
I saw that voice ringing in my head again, slender and childish, as pure and innocent as a little human girl. It's just that the wisdom contained in it doesn't seem to have just been conceived.
"It's okay..." Maka looked at her and said, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Human, your words don't seem to convey what I know... but I can feel that you have no ill intentions."
"Um...oh."
Maka experienced what those elves felt when they faced him for the first time. After all, he could understand what the other party meant, but the other party obviously couldn't understand his own language.
But the other party did not allow him to come up with a way to solve this rather embarrassing matter.
"Humans, the bloodline from our ancestors tells me that I am probably the last flower seed in the world." The delicate voice lingered in Maka's head, making him feel itchy all over, "Although I can't I understand your words, but please try to tell me, has the sin of jealousy fallen silent again?”
"sin?"
Maka was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know whether the "sin" conveyed to him was the kind of sin he understood. But he had heard this concept several times, which made him a little sensitive.
The enlarged version of the fairy couldn't understand Maka's words, but she seemed to feel Maka's doubts. It's just that this matter may be so important to her that she fluttered her wings directly from the heart of the flower.
Her delicate white feet stepped on the ground and were stained with a little dust, but she didn't care. And when she stood in front of Maka, Maka discovered that although this humanoid creature that looked like a large fairy had a slim and well-proportioned figure, it was only about half her height.
Not to mention that Maka was looking at her while thinking about what she just said. But she waved her arm gently, and one of the surrounding barriers formed by rattan suddenly stretched out, drawing a certain pattern on the ground in front of her.
Soon, Maka's attention was attracted by the mark outlined on the ground. As the pattern gradually became complete, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Not only did he know what this pattern represented, but it had also caused him a lot of trouble!