“You… Dawey, wait… I don’t understand.” Filur said as he looked at Dawey. His eyes are filled with bewilderment. “What do you mean by the words you said just now?” he asked him as he grabbed Dawey’s shoulders to stop him from jumping around and make him calm down first so he could explain what he just said to him.
Dawey, fortunately, has listened. He also realized that his actions just now are very comical, thus undignified. So, he immediately fixed his expression and moved his limbs. “Yes… just now – “ he muttered. “Do you still remember what you just said?” he asked him.
Although Filur was puzzled why Dawey boomeranged the question to him, he still answered him. “I said that the handle of Loheiruchel’s scythe should belong to the mother tree, and Loheiruchel even confirmed it. The beas
