However, Alshicle did not cease his magic.

Gainan-do, pelted by snowballs, hurriedly cut the flower from the branch.

‘Just you wait.’

Brushing off the snow, Gainan-do silently vowed revenge. He swore that when he had juniors of his own, he’d work them just as hard!

“Did you get everything?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You used a silver sickle, right?”

“Oh, I used a bronze sickle.”

“You don’t know that Red Moon Flowers lose their potency unless cut with pure silver?”

“No…”

Without offering further explanation, Alshicle swung his staff, sending another volley of snowballs flying toward Gainan-do.

“Climb back up there. Now. …