Juwon's tears had not yet fully fallen when he heard the elf ask a strange question.
He didn't understand and muttered softly, "What kind of changes could I even have? Aren't I just a little sprout? What kind of change could I possibly have? This environment isn't even suitable for me to grow in, and based on... based on my knowledge, I probably need another two or three hundred years to fully mature?!"
As he spoke, Juwon used his magic power to observe his own condition. It would've been better if he hadn't looked. Once he did, he was so startled that even the tone of his voice changed by the last sentence.
"Crap, how did I get this big?! This can't be right, did I just sleep for three hundred years?!"
Illiya felt his hand itch; sometimes this ice flower really said things that deserved a beating. Fortunately, the elf was good at regulating his mood, or else there might've been a tragic scene of a flower being thoroughly beaten up.
