New chapter of Plant Magic Lord is out! (1/2 chapters)

 

 

Colorful

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From the talk with Naru, I obtained valuable insight.

As expected, it is worth trying to consult. When work is over and I return home, I shall verify it. I will have Wood produce cotton.

Thus, the work at the Adventurer Guild ended, and I headed home while the sun was still high.
I had also gotten used to paperwork, and if early, it could be finished around three in the afternoon.

Incidentally, ordinary staff members of the Adventurer Guild are also allowed to go home early if they finish work quickly. There is no need to remain idly, and if one works with clear separation of on and off, it is fine. Since it is originally work dealing with freelance adventurers, even so, it runs sufficiently.

The village road was bustling with adventurers carrying luggage and Nyaff tribe merchants. Soon, the season would be spring. Here, even in winter it was only slightly chilly, and in summer it did not seem to get very hot. It was a comfortable region where the temperature does not fluctuate greatly throughout the year.

“Good afternoon, mogu!” (Iskamina)

Walking toward me was Iskamina of the Mole tribe.

“Oh, good afternoon.” (Elt)

“Good afternoon, mogu…!” (Iskamina)

She was carrying a bag on her back, with branches and flowers sticking out from it. She was also a member of the flower decoration making group.

“…On the way back from the Large Tree Tower?” (Elt)

“Yes, mogu! The exhibition pieces for the art festival are about to be completed, mogu!” (Iskamina)

Iskamina flapped her hands.

Cute.

“This luggage… will you also make them at home?” (Elt)

“I want to try making a little at home, mogu!” (Iskamina)

“I see… you are motivated.” (Elt)

“Yes, mogu!” (Iskamina)

Iskamina really looked happy.

Surely having a big goal changes the drive one feels.

“Make sure not to overdo it.” (Elt)

“Thank you, mogu~!” (Iskamina)

Saying that, Iskamina also went home.

Good, good. I could feel that preparations are proceeding properly. What remains is our uniform. If Wood’s cotton could be used well, it would be good.

 

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When Stella and I returned home, we immediately decided to verify it. We would have Wood produce cotton.

“We’re back.” (Elt)

“We’re back…!” (Stella)

“Welcome back, piyo.” (Dia)

“Welcome back.” (Marcosias)

“Ugo-ugo, welcome back!” (Wood)

When I entered the living room, all three were playing. Dia and Marcosias were sitting on Wood’s lap.

“Hm…?” (Elt)

That in itself was the usual. They were warmly playing with cotton, but there was something different from yesterday.

“…That cotton is…” (Elt)

The cotton that Dia and Marcosias were fluffing had color. It was not the usual pure white cotton. A vivid blue and a passionate red.

“Piyo! It’s new cotton, piyoyo!” (Dia)

Dia showed me a piece of torn cotton.

Blue… Beautiful enough to be described as the color of the sea.

“Ugo-ugo, I became able to produce it!” (Wood)

“Somehow… suddenly?” (Elt)

“Ugo, yes!” (Wood)

Wood laughed happily.

“Could it be… that he has grown?” (Stella)

Stella looked at me.

Hmm, surely that must be it.

She had been producing cotton every day. Perhaps because of that, she became able to do it.

“Ugo, I can still produce cotton the same as before!” (Wood)

Saying that, Wood held his right arm forward.

*Pon!*

With the familiar sound, cotton popped out. The cotton was red instead of white. It was truly colored.

In the game… how was it? Was there also the ability to produce pre-colored cotton? Perhaps with a paid item, there was such a feature that only changed the color. In the game, many appearance-only changes that did not affect performance were possible. Though I was not particularly interested in changing only the appearance. Maybe even the cotton fired could be made colorful at least in color.

“How is it, piyo! Pretty, piyoyo!” (Dia)

Dia was very excited. I could really understand that. Even from the entrance of the living room, it was vividly colorful.

“Let’s see…” (Elt)

I approached Dia’s feet and crouched, picking up the cotton. Up close, the color could be seen clearly. A truly beautiful blue. If it could be made into thread, it would become something wonderful. The texture was also very good.

Fluffy… Hm, it feels no different from the white cotton so far.

…Or so I thought.

“It is quite a splendid color tone.” (Marcosias)

It seemed Marcosias favored the red cotton. She was immersing herself up to the neck and enjoying it. Stella also crouched beside me.

“It really is nice… The color of the sea illuminated by the refreshing sun. That kind of feeling.” (Stella)

It was the same impression as mine.

“This is an unexpected development. I hope this can be made into thread.” (Elt)

There was no problem with the color tone. The question was whether it could be used.

“I will try it, but I think it can. Marude-cotton could also be used for sewing. The texture is the same, and I think the usability will not change.” (Stella)

“Piyo?” (Dia)

Dia tilted her head while pressing the torn cotton to her head. Her head was almost buried in the fluffy cotton. The combination of blue and golden Dia looked quite striking.

“Ah, I was thinking if this colorful cotton could be used for the uniform’s thread.” (Elt)

“Piyo! That’s good, piyo!” (Dia)

“Ugo, into thread…? That might be good!” (Wood)

“You think so too, Wood?” (Elt)

“Ugo-ugo, this color… I also like it!” (Wood)

Perhaps because he had more things he could do, Wood was happy as well.

“Alright. Let’s try making it into thread tomorrow.” (Elt)

“Shall we do so? …Then, I wonder how many colors can be produced? Only red and blue?” (Stella)

“Ah, that’s true…” (Elt)

If it follows the game, could it become quite a large number of colors? Well, even just red and blue have many uses.

“Ugo-ugo, I feel I can produce many colors…” (Wood)

“That’s nice…! C-could you try it!?” (Stella)

“Ugo, sure!” (Wood)

Wood pointed his arm toward the ceiling. Then, popopon sounded, and cotton was fired.

Red, blue…

*Popopopopon!*

Green, black, yellow, gray, purple…!

Little by little, more and more differently colored cotton came out.

…Amazing.

*Popopopopon!*

In the end, when counted, it was sixteen colors.

“Amazing…!” (Stella)

Stella gazed at the produced cotton with sparkling eyes.

“Ah, indeed…!” (Elt)

With this many colors, the uniform could be greatly brushed up. Without a doubt!

 

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