Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 35

"We fairies have no need for such fruit." Not long after Sampua said those words, Naell and Owly were then guided by the fairies.

As they walked, there were occasions where territorial monsters inhabiting the vast wilderness would turn their attention towards them.

Yet due to Sampua's presence, most monsters would cower in fear, making it easier for Naell to deal with the rare few who were brave enough to attack; with the use of his snow magic tingling their thick skin, monsters would ultimately run away from the cold.

As both the winged tribe and the knights of the Autumn Kingdom would frequently roam the forest, the population of monsters in Lagupa would usually be few in numbers.

Yet since the fog had covered the forest's entirety, roaming and going in the forest was stopped until that day.

'A coincidence, or bad writing?' Naell thought, as he knew that in the novel Arts and Magic, Volume 4's villain was the one who discovered the golden apples.

Coincidentally, had it not been for the fogging, the dungeon, which was "supposedly a random occurrence", would have surely been discovered much quicker as well.

Yet again, he knew the reason for the fogging was due to the fairies' personality and that the golden apples were magical and sprouted randomly.

'So the dungeon in principle should be the same with the golden apples... but what if it's not?'

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Upon arriving, the place, even when the fog looked different, was still magical in Naell's eyes.

Its vivid green leaves and strong brown trunks still looked normal even with its golden fruits hanging beneath its leaves.

Yet what was truly magical to Naell was the fact that he would later come home richer that day, and perhaps even later succeed at his newfound curiosity.

"Thank you, Princess Sampua for showing the way." Said Naell while bowing slightly. It wasn't apparent, but he was trembling with excitement.

His usual villainous appearance was gone, and what was visible was his genuine face of gratitude.

As someone poor on Earth, Naell was quite thankful for what he had on Mundo, more so for that opportunity.

"It was nothing. What do you intend to do with it anyway? We could help you pluck---." Yet saying those words, Sampua was surprised by what Naell did afterwards.

With his mana, a combination of wind and snow enveloped its leaves as it plucked down all the golden apples one by one. It was then wrapped by snow, and teleported to his spatial ring.

At first, Sampa thought that Naell would destroy the tree, and was somewhat disappointed upon their arrival.

Like elves, fairies loved nature. One aspect of why they didn't like other races was due to the fact that they would often destroy nature out of greed.

Yet as she witnessed Naell's chosen process, she was shocked by how incredible his mana control was.

He was handling the plucking and transportation without damaging the tree, and not even the leaves were harmed in the process.

'Handling all the fruits with utmost care is harder than it looks.' Sampua thought amused at the scene.

She knew putting up a huge wave of fog required a large amount of mana and experience in using magic.

Yet what Naell did, required precise control of mana. She then added on, delighted and amused,

"You are interesting as well, just like your mom."