“It’s expanding?” Eyes wide, Kamil repeated what Cezary had just informed him. Some years ago, Isaac had told him that undead were appearing on the land where once Lyatan stood. The deadland was apparently expanding according to airship scouts.

“It has been expanding,” Cezary said, emphasizing on “has”. “Now it has expanded enough to be noticed by others.”

“Why wasn’t I told about this before?”

“I’ve been keeping my eyes on it. We don’t have a solution to this, do we? I didn’t want to trouble you since you have enough on your plate as is.”

Kamil groaned in thoughts. This was no laughing matter. The dead land was literally dead. No plants would grow, not even weeds, and random undead would appear at night, virtually making the land uninhabitable.

Cezary added, “There is more. I don’t know why, but there is another patch of deadland north of Lyatan.”

Where Bronn was…

It was his home village where there was a similar massacre but on a far smaller scale. It was where he was killed in his previous life as Tom. Lyatan massacre was too big to have been swept under a rug, but the Bronn massacre was small enough to have been erased from history. Only very few knew about the existence of Bronn, and even less knew what fate the village encountered at hands of Karsten Egra.

“We can only assume that there was another massacre there,” Kamil said. He had to lie. No one would believe that he was there when the tragedy occurred.

“The bigger question is how to deal with it. It is expanding faster as it gets bigger.”

Kamil crossed his fingers upon hearing Cezary’s statement. He knew how to deal with it. Someone had to have the four cosmic elementals on his back, which at the moment no one did in his knowledge. He was probably the closest one with wind and fire on his back. Of course, two weren’t enough. Even if he had all four elementals with him, how would he even go about doing it? He had absolutely no clue.

“We need to translate more ancient texts. I am sure we can find some sort of solution from it,” he said while sighing. He really did hope that ancient texts from Tantan would reveal something. Otherwise, explaining to others with knowledge he couldn’t reveal its source was going to be troublesome, not to mention the fact that he didn’t quite know how exactly. He had only a vague solution without a lot of missing pieces.

“The duchess has been busy, but I am afraid we cannot push her, given her condition.”

“Of course, not. Don’t push her to work. By the way, what is your impression of the new maid, Anita?”

Cezary blinked his eyes a few times as if he was trying to recall who it was.

“Oh, her. Yes, I did meet her and asked some questions. I had her spar with Lara also.”

“You what?!”

“I had to assess her level of combat abilities. Since she claimed to be an assassin, the best one to spar with was Lara. Needless to say, she was good. She could make a fine addition to the battle flowers.”

“The what?”

What is going on over there?

Cezary explained that “battle flowers” was the name given to Wiara’s all female soldiers.

“So, she was really serious about forming an all female group?”

“Apparently, she is.”

Well, everyone’s busy, I get it.

“A, anyway, I would like to visit the deadland as soon as possible.”

“That perhaps is a wise choice. We do know, from the ancient texts, that the holy queen Maco had connections to four elementals. You have two. Perhaps, you could feel something we can’t.”

Kamil folded his arms and slowly dove into thoughts.

I get a feeling that those who were murdered there must have been just as angry as I was. Their collective hatred toward Karsten Egra must have eroded the blessing which the holy queen cast.

He narrowed his eyes, donning a heavy expression.

Does this mean killing Karsten would solve this problem? Would his death solve this?

Somehow, he doubted it’d be that simple.

Dragging him to the site and killing him on the spot might … work, but that is not happening for sure…

For such an event to work, a powerful rebellion would need to break out and imprison Karsten by force and then carry out his execution. Such a complicated political maneuver like that wasn’t going to happen. Basically, he wouldn’t be able to convince others to make it work even if a rebellion broke out. He did think about rebellion years ago when he was seven or so. He chuckled weakly at himself. Rebellion wasn’t going to work, at least not at the moment. Some vassals might not be unhappy but they weren’t going to commit themselves to a possible extinction just because they were unsatisfied. It would require a series of major screw ups, and he didn’t see it happening, especially with Isaac in place. While Karsten didn’t always listen to his advisor, Isaac often managed to drill some sense into him when the situation became dire.

The bottom line is that there is not much I can do at the moment. First of all, I need to go there.

“Prepare an airship.”

“Understood.”

The deadland wasn’t his direct problem because it was occurring in the North. However, it wasn’t something he could just blatantly ignore, either. It would eventually affect everyone. By the time it would become an issue for Ceres, it would probably be too late.

Cezary added, “I will calculate the distance so that your arrival will be in the early morning. We certainly do not want to risk investigating the area in the dark.”

Kamil nodded along. Undead was impossible to kill; They were dead after all. It was possible to temporarily halt their activities by setting them on fire, but it wasn’t possible to kill them permanently.

Once the discussion was done, he stood up from his desk, performed a quick series of exercises and visited Flora’s room which was through his own bedroom. There was a door on the opposite side where it led to her study. He found her at her desk, doing something. She was either translating or writing. From a distance, either activity would look identical.

“Flora,” he called out softly to which she looked up, pausing whatever she was doing. Beaming a smile, she stood up, approached him at once, and hugged him. Once the show of affection was over with, she sat back down, and Kamil looked over a file of papers on her desk, picking one at top and skimming through.

“Can you tell me more about Ceres? The ancient city you spoke of.”

She was the one who suggested Ceres for the new name of Laufeld. She claimed that the name seemed to bear good fortune. The new name sounded okay, thus it was ultimately chosen, but nobody really knew what kind of city Ceres was originally.

“It is my understanding that Tantan may perhaps have been called Ceres at one point. If not, there must have been another settlement nearby.”

Unknown to them, Ceres was indeed a separate city Northwest of Tantan. The paper he was skimming through was one of the translations involving Ceres.

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“The last bastion of hope against rampaging dragons…,” he mumbled. He gave it a thought and said, “I am assuming this is before the holy queen Maco’s time.”

“Perhaps, but most likely,” Flora replied.

During Maco’s time, there was no dragon. Since the Siwen and Estana were founded after their heroes defeated dragons, Ceres must have existed before or at least during the age of dragons.

“Man, just how ancient is Tantan?” He glanced over the height of the paper file. It was tall, very tall.

“Very ancient. It’s entirely possible that it may have been the very first established settlement for mankind.”

Its secluded location may have barred them from developing further at a certain point but its location also saved them from harm. They also had the foresight to have dug underground and stored records there, meaning even if Tantan was somehow destroyed, the records might have survived. Meanwhile, Flora paused writing and tabbed her pen a few times.

“It might be worth investigating land around Tantan for any clues of the past,” she suggested.

“To locate Ceres?”

She nodded, and he folded his arms.

An excursion, huh… It might be useful in its own right.

There hadn’t been any actions for a while aside from semi-regular werewolf attacks which were seen as a trivial matter at this point due to walls and having an army. A small military exercise of some sort would be useful for training as well as keeping up morale. Upon making up his mind, he summoned Nestor and ordered him to send a letter to Aaron Weber to request his cooperation. Tantan was going to be a temporary base of operation. Cezary was soon called in to discuss further details.

“An excursion, you say? I don’t disagree,” he said upon hearing Kamil’s explanation. He couldn’t care less about the purpose. The excursion itself had its purpose in simulation. There was only so much training in a safe environment could achieve. To go further, real world experience was required. Now, it would be nigh impossible for every soldier to get such experience. But, if they formed an elite force and trained them harder than regular soldiers, such a force could come in handy. Thus, Cezary asked Raem to pick a handful of soldiers who were exceptional. He picked about fifty men, and they were going to fly to Tantan in several groups. While preparations were made, Kamil decided to check the deadland with Lara and Wiara. Raem was afraid of heights and had a tendency to get seasickness, thus he wasn’t included. However, Lara mentioned that she had found a way to get Raem to ride an airship, and that was getting him tipsy. They were on a speedy airship when she told him the newly found solution.

“I don’t want to know how you came up with such a solution,” he snickered after listening to her.

“He gets talkative when he gets tipsy,” she added with a smirk. Raem was a stoic man who rarely smiled in public or showed any kind of affection toward her. Apparently, he became a different man with some alcohol in him. But, as far as he was aware, he had never seen Raem drink at all.

“Lara…” Folding his arms, he glared at her. “Don’t tell me you forced him to drink…”

She avoided eye contact and started to whistle.

“Lara!”

“Leave me alone, dang it! He’s my man! I will do whatever I want!”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. Meanwhile, Wiara looked jealous.

Well, she is not wrong. He is her man. This isn’t really my business…

Still, he couldn’t help feeling that the dynamic between Raem and Lara was just weird. Given the difference in physique, one’d think he’d take firm control of their relationship. The reality proved the opposite. She was in charge.

“Duke, we are approaching Lyatan -”

He interjected, “No, go further North.”

“North, sir?

“There are two spots of deadlands, yes? I wish to visit the Northern one.”

The pilot had no reason to object. It was just an hour max away which would make no difference in the end.

“As you wish, Duke.”

The village of Bronn… or whatever is left of it now … How many years has it been…

It had been around 20 years since.

Every single day, I’ve thought about the village…

Then he scoffed at himself.

Who am I kidding. I’ve completely forgotten about it for a while, until recently. Sure, I did think about it occasionally but not certainly every single day.

He approached the bow of the ship and opened a shutter of a front window just slightly to take a peak. A strong gust of wind was trying to invade, and he had to shut the shutter back down.

“Is something concerning you, Duke?” Wiara inquired.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“If I may, may I ask why you are checking out the Northern one? I believe Sir Waszak told us to investigate the Southern one, where a city called Lyaten used to be.”

Now, how should I lie…

Wiara was someone who always followed her orders to the letter. That was how she was trained and had acted in her whole life. She was very strict, thus she made a very good pawn. Anyone with authority would love to have her, again as a pawn. Anyone who couldn’t think outside of the box, in other words, unable to be flexible, was just that, a pawn. It didn’t mean she was useless. It simply meant that she had her places that wouldn’t be high.

“Yes, Lyatan is the bigger deadland. At the same time, it has probably seen far more traffic.”

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The location of Lyatan was right in the middle of four cities, Dito, Fadin, Larok and Valet. This was why Lyatan was a trade hub in the first place. As long as they crossed the deadland during the day, little harm would have fallen to anyone traveling.

“I am checking the Northern one to see the deadland in as original condition as possible.”

In his knowledge, Bronn had barely any traffic. The only reason it saw the amount of traffic it did was because the nation was divided in half at that time, and Bronn was considered a border town slash trading hub. He was certain that no one had visited Bronn since the event.

“We are here, Duke. Slowing the ship down. You can take a look through a window and decide whether to land.”

“That will not be necessary. I will cast levitation and go down.”

“Duke!” Wiara interjected. “Please land the ship. I and Lara will guard you.”

“No, if it’s me alone, I can always fly away. If you two are down there with me, quite frankly you will be slowing me down.”

“Sure, you are right. Go ahead.” Lara agreed easily. Wiara glared at her. She hoped that Lara would agree. She was wrong, clearly.

“Wait here, pilot. I will be back soon.”

“Yes, duke.”

Opening the door, Kamil jumped down simply and cast levitation to slow himself down and land on the deadland, where the village of Bronn used to be.

“So, this is deadland…”

It was a bit different from the vision he saw a while ago from wind elementals where the holy queen Maco planted the first set of Macomaco tea plants. In the vision, the dark was an ash-covered and ash-snowing place. What he was seeing was just a barren place with no plant life whatsoever. At first glance, if he didn’t know any better, he might have just ignored the fact that this was indeed deadland and just moved on because there was absolutely nothing, nothing at all. There was no sign that a battle took place here. Yes, two decades passed. Still some debris might have survived the test of time, but there was nothing at all. It was just a flat barren land.

“What am I supposed to do here?” He wondered aloud. Nothing was happening. “Should I wait until night?”

Undead by definition were those who either refused to die and become something else or those who defied the God of Death and were punished. Those who defied the God of Death were people who used artificial means to extend their original lifespan. In a sense, Kamil was one of those who defied the God of Death. The reason people defied the God of Death was almost always for revenge. They refused to die because they had a strong lingering attachment in which they’d even defy death for. Sighing, he flew back to the airship and decided to wait until night.

“Duke, are you serious?!” Wiara was sternly against the idea of waiting until night and encountering undead. “Why, if I may ask?”

“I’ve come to seek a solution or some kind of clue. So far, I have nothing at all. I do not wish to return empty-handed.”

“But Duke…!”

“None of you will be in danger. Only I will descend.”

“Duke, that is the issue! We are here to guard you, sir.”

“Let him be. He’s like that,” Lara said, looking uninterested.

Wiara glared at her once, “You should be helping me here!”

“Look, hag -”

“WHAT?!” A large vein popped on her forehead.

“Listen!” Lara exclaimed suddenly. “If shit really hits the fan, he is the only one who will survive! You have seen what he can do! You’ve seen how much he is loved by wind elementals! He already has guards, a crap load of them! They are just invisible!”

Kamil’s eyes widened, displaying the sheer shock from seeing Lara spewing out logic. He always felt that Lara and logic was like water and oil. Yet here he was, seeing her actually making sense. And Wiara couldn’t retort because she had indeed seen when Kamil cast a hurricane arrow and literally obliterated Gregor. On that day, the whole sky within her eyes was full of wind elementals.

“... I -” She tried to say something but bit her lips soon with her eyes downcast.

Lara continued, “So, just let him be. If we are with him, it will just disturb elementals.”

What she said was the primary reason he wanted to go down alone. Elementals were a bit shy when others were around. The only exception was Flora, his wife.

“It won’t take long,” he told them.

Probably.

Wiara looked defeated. “As you wish, Duke,” she said weakly with Lara puffing her chest in a small victory.

I have no idea why you look proud, Lara, but whatever.

And on that evening, Kamil opened the door of the airship to find pitch black darkness below. It felt eerie; It was just pitch black. It was something he was quite used to, however.

“Keep the shutters open so that I can locate the airship,” he told Wiara behind her whose eyes were filled with worry.

“Certainly, Duke.”

As he jumped out of the airship, he cast levitation, and his eyes began to glow in light green which provided him with night vision. Interestingly, there didn’t appear to be any undead. But that changed as soon as he made his soft landing. A dried up hand shot up from ground, and a half-decayed humanoid was climbing out of the soils. Several other undead were doing the same around him. Then two wind elementals appeared around Kamil, orbiting around. More and more undead were appearing. While he couldn’t recognize any of them by appearance, he could recognize some by clothes. For example, there was an undead humanoid that was wearing battered leather armor. Only one person in Bronn wore leather armor: John, the scout. And there was another undead who had rather ragged but still fancy clothes.

Chief and John… That must mean …

He realized quickly that the undead were the former residents of the village. Just as more undead appeared, more wind elementals began to show up. At one point, a lone fire elemental appeared on his shoulder also. The undead were slowly walking toward Kamil with their arms struck out, trying to reach him and kill him. For undead, they were attracted to life force. They’d go for any living creatures and consume its flesh, thus life force.

“Villagers of Bronn! Do you not recognize me?!” He exclaimed. Some of the undead paused, staring vacantly at him with their empty eye sockets. Then he heard a voice in his head.

‘Tom…’

“Yes, I AM Tom! I am here!”

Then all undead froze except for the undead in fancy clothes who continued to approach him sluggishly. He was badly decayed, which was an understatement in honesty. It was just a skeleton with occasional rotten flesh hanging on it.

“Chief, tell me what is going on. Why are you here? Why were you not reborn?”

The wind elementals began to spread out except for two elementals which were Ludwig and Fionara. The lone fire elemental on his shoulder kept a watch. Whenever a wind elemental collided with an undead humanoid, it glowed in a faint green light. It looked like it grinned as it touched its chest.

‘Tom…, we seek vengeance….’

“So do I!” He replied promptly. “I’ve been working toward eliminating the one who was responsible for this! I ask you to stop and go back to the God of Death! Embrace your death and be reborn!”

‘Tom…, we seek vengeance….’ The chief’s voice repeated.

“I will give you vengeance! So, please…” He blinked because tears were filling up his eyes. “Please, go back…”

Have you not suffered enough already?

‘Tom…, we seek vengeance….’

Closing his eyes, his head dropped, realizing that they were incapable of reason. They exited only to destroy, nothing else. At this point, the undead chief was close enough that he was able to place its hand on his shoulder, the opposite side of where the fire elemental was.

“T……um….”

It spoke. It couldn’t quite pronounce his name correctly due to decayed flesh but it tried to speak nevertheless.

“T….um…, wu… curnut … stab….”

He was able to understand what the chief was trying to say. It said, “Tom, we cannot stop.”

“Is there…” He was sobbing. “Is there anything I can do for you to relieve the pain and anger…”

Anything…, anything I can for you… You deserve better than this.

Knowing that these people had gone through far worse than he had been, he felt his heart shrunk. There was no anger, just sorrow. He wanted them to meet peace but knew that they couldn’t. Nobody understood them better than he could in the land of living. He understood them, and they knew he understood them, therefore they did not see him as an enemy.

“T….um…, a…a… avente usssss….”

Tom, avenge us.

GOD DAMN IT!!!

Was this about Karsten Egra specifically? He wondered hard. It didn’t feel like they cared about Karsten.

The age of darkness is coming, lad.

It was Ludwig’s voice.

“What is the age of darkness?” he demanded, opening his eyes to look straight at the chief’s empty eye sockets.

The God of Life is responsible for granting life. Likewise, the God of Death is responsible for granting death. Neither God idles. They are always doing something. The age of darkness is a game for the God of Death.

“A game?” He repeated with a stronger voice. “A GAME?! YOU CALL THIS FUCKERY A GAME?!”

They are Gods, lad. For them, everything is a game.

He looked around, all the undead currently pleasant were standing idly, and many of them were glowing in a faint green color, having run into wind elementals. It felt like their anger was subsided for the time being. The chief turned around slowly and began to walk away from him.

“What are the elementals doing to them?”

Showing them a good time, lad.

“... Would that help?”

Ultimately, no. Undead wander around between the material and elemental planes. They cannot be at peace as long as they wander.

A wind elemental ran into the chief, and his body glowed in a faint green light. He looked up and said weakly.

“Ohhhhh…., d….ear…”

Forever locked in the past was what they were. Wiping his tears off, he calmed himself down.

“I would like to ask one question, and I want an honest answer. I ask you of Lord Ludwig or elementals in general. Is this about Karsten Egra?”

No.

“Then what is this about?”

It is about humanity as a whole. Their time is coming to an end.

“I don’t understand. Our time is coming to an end?”

The age of darkness. It is meant to wipe humanity out. It is not just humanity. It is meant to reset the world so that a new race can take over.

“You said it is a game.”

A game to the Gods. An end to mortals. Humanity has so far managed to survive. Every time the age of darkness arrived, only few survived. It is an ordeal every race has to overcome. In failing to do so, they would be wiped out, and a new race would take over. Before humans, it was lizardmen.

“What the…? Lizardmen? What are those?”

They no longer exist in the current world. They were wiped out during the age of darkness. Imagine large lizards that could stand on two feet like us humans but with scales and a large tail with a head of a fox in shape.

He could not imagine such a creature but did understand one thing clearly.

“So, the age of darkness is coming whether the deadland is cured or not.”

Indeed.

Which meant that he needed to establish connections with water and earth elementals ASAP.

“Then…, going after Karsten is pointless, isn’t it.”

There was no answer.

“The age of darkness will come regardless, and humanity will have to battle for survival. Exacting my revenge is pointless, isn’t it.”

Again, no answer.

“ANSWER ME!” He bellowed.

The wars between nations; they were all pointless in the end. If anything, they were decreasing their chance of survival by fighting against each other, thus weakening themselves. They should have been sending expeditions to seek out monster camps and focus on exterminating them.

“THEN WHY WAS I ALLOWED TO BE REBORN IN THE FIRST PLACE?!” he shouted to the sky, fully knowing that he would not receive an answer.

“Everything is so fucking pointless…” he said while letting out a long sigh. “But then it’s not…”

He had a family: Grent, Vilma, and Flora. His child would soon be born as well. Failure to endure the dark of darkness would mean their ultimate demise. Therefore, it wasn’t pointless.

It’s all game to you, huh, Gods.

“I do not have access to water and earth elementals … How…”

There was no answer from Ludwig.

“Fine.” He said with a hand on his waist. “Fine, fuck this shit. So be it. I may not have the backing of the four elementals, I at least have wind elementals with me, right?!”

All of a sudden, thousands of wind elementals appeared, filling the area with dots of green glows everywhere. He glanced sideways at the lone fire elemental.

“And I suppose I have someone from the fire elementals.”

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I won’t be able to look as awesome as those heroes of the past. But I have more than what ordinary folks have, meaning I have a better chance than anyone else. I get a feeling that I won’t be able to save mankind as a whole, but I should at least be able to protect Ceres, thus my family.

He looked at the chief who was looking up with his hand in the air as if he was trying to reach something or someone. Then he looked around. Some undead were seated with their faces facing downward. Some were standing idly, not moving at all.

“Folks, I am sorry that your fate has become twisted like this and I am also sorry that I cannot do anything to help you.”

The undead turned their attention to him slowly, every single one of them. Soon, they began to vanish progressively, starting from their feet. He could hear their laughters, pleasant laughters in the air. While he had no idea why they were laughing in the end, he would soon find out why they vanished: The sun was rising, and the elementals vanished just as well.

“Duke!”

The airship was descending rapidly with Wiara on edge of the entrance.

“Duke!” she repeated. “Are you alright?! You had been gone for hours!”

Man, it felt like an hour maximum.

“I am fine!” he shouted back.

“Please get on!”

He stared down on the ground. He grabbed a small amount of soil from the ground. He wanted to see whether the soil would act differently outside of the influence of the deadland. If it turned out to be ordinary soil, it would mean the deadland was something magical with an area of effect.

Whatever the fuck are the Gods doing, I must do my part. Right now, the deadland is an issue. If we could cure this, we should. If …

He shook his head, correcting himself.

When the age of darkness comes, the deadland will become another headache. I want one less issue if possible.

“Duke?”

“Wiara, give me a few leather pouches please. I am gathering the soil.”

“But why-” She paused and shook her head. “Yes, Duke.”

“You okay?” Lara jumped out of the airship and made a skillful landing on the ground. If anyone saw her for the first time landing like that, they’d think she belonged to a circus of some sort because she rolled in the air at least five times before landing. “So, this is deadland? Well, looks dead for sure.”

“It is pretty safe during the day time,” he said.

Giggling, she asked casually. “So, what did you talk about?”

“Huh?” He was taken back by the sudden question.

“Dude, we were watching from the sky. It was too far to hear what you were saying but you were saying something. Then the whole ground was lit up in green, your favorite windies.”

Windies?

“Windies?”

“Wind elementals.”

He laughed for a good half a minute.

“You are something, Lara,” he eventually said.

“I am something, alright!” she responded with a proud smile while puffing her chest. Wiara looked bemused, looking at her, but soon looked away. “So, what did you talk about?”

He froze at once, contemplating what or how to tell her. It took him a moment to answer.

“They are suffering, Lara. They want to be released but they cannot. I didn’t know what to do.”

He had no idea why he was saying that to her. At the same time, she was the only one weird enough to understand him. Having an index finger on her chin, she casually asked.

“What do undead want?”

“I don’t know…?”

“Food. Give them food.”

Food?

She continued, “What’s the most delicious thing you’ve eaten?”

“I … do not know…,” he answered vacantly, donning a confused expression.

Drooling, she responded, “Macomaco tea… Sweet, yet, doesn’t make you fat…”

“That's a drink, isn’t it? Not exactly food…”

She barked, “Oh, technicalities!”

He was actually glad that she brought it up. He did want to try using Macomaco tea plants but had no excuse. He couldn’t just suggest it out of blue. Now that Lara had suggested it, he could use it by citing her suggestion. Wiara was also a witness to back up the claim.

“Alright, let’s go back. We don’t have tea with us anyway.”

The soils would be tested, and they’d be back with the tea as well as a plant to test it out. As far as he knew as a Macomaco tea farmer, the plant required a tropical climate to grow. It wouldn’t survive in the North. At the same time, he didn’t need it to grow. From the memory the wind elementals showed him, it didn’t take a long time for the land to be cured. At the same time, those plants were probably empowered since they were created by the four elementals. There was no guarantee that the current generation of the tea plants would yield the same result. He was absolutely positive that it wouldn’t be the same.

If it does require time to cure the land…, how could I make it grow in a colder climate…?

The first issue was the temperature, especially during night time. Another issue was the amount of time sunlight exposure the plant required. The region of Lux and Ceres had a certain weather pattern where it rarely rained during the day, meaning the tea plants were exposed to sunlight all day long. The weather pattern of Bronn and its surrounding area was very different. To put it simply, the weather here was not ideal for the tea plant to survive, let alone grow.

Maybe place them in a house and let it grow there…? What about the sunlight? Temperature can easily be controlled in a closed environment, but the sunlight… How…

With such thoughts swirling in his mind, he relaxed in a room aboard the airship. He was trying to come up with the basic concept of a greenhouse.