After a moment, Val realizes that he has been hacked.
He looked at Meena with a look of regret, but she looked apologetic.
'I'm sorry. We don't have anything prepared for you today.
'Don't apologize. It was my fault for not making plans. I'm sorry too.
He apologizes that he is the one to blame.
'No, no, not at all!
Her voice grew louder in her panic, drawing the gazes of those at a distance.
'...... Shall we stop?'
Yes, sir.
Unwilling to attract attention, they silently leave the scene and head down the hill.
The wind blew and brought the scent of flowers and grasses to them.
It was simple, but they could taste the beauty of nature.
'Does Meena still know a lot about flowers?
Troubled by the topic, Val asks Meena, who is walking next to him on his right.
'...... I'm sure it's as good as any other elf, but would you like an explanation?'
She asked back with interest.
Never before had Val asked her for information about mere flowers.
Mostly it was about things that were medicinal, poisonous, demons that mimicked plants, or plants that demons liked.
'I thought you might want to know the names,'
I'm sorry, sir.
Meena interprets his unusual words as probably because he's having a leisurely bone rest today.
'That's Daffron, and this is Lourch. Both flowers are found in the wild and are not commonly grown.'
How hard is it to raise?
Val's reaction was in the general category.
'No, it's because it can't be used for food or medicinal purposes and can't compete with other ornamental flowers in terms of beauty and ease of harmony. There may be those who grow them as a hobby without regard to cost, but they are useless for commercial purposes.
...... Well, it's no wonder there are flowers like that. Plants don't really exist for us, you know.
He said as he heard Meena's explanation, and she smiled happily.
It's very rare for someone to be able to blithely say the value that elves take for granted: "Plants don't exist for their own sake.