Chapter 161: The Journey to Titania Begins

Ugh!

Those girls sure are horny all the time. Or is this heat season for fairies?

I was walking down the mossy lands of Fairylynch, a bit worried and honestly a little unsettled that I wasn’t feeling all that tired or drained despite the nearly full hour of intense, hot sex I had just finished sharing with the fairies only a short while ago.

“Heavens! Roselyn, have some decency!” Isabelle had exclaimed at first.

But then she had quietly set aside whatever protest she had started with and joined right back in on the debauchery without much further hesitation.

Her light green hair became slightly tousled from multiple rounds, and her pale cheeks flushed with a mix of exasperation and lingering heat.

Anyway, Isabelle had told me—in that calm, polite tone of hers that somehow always managed to cut through the chaos—to walk directly north toward the tallest tree in the entire Fairylynch forest.

That was when I had asked her if she could please continue with her own work and allow me to go find Titania on my own.

But what the hell?! Every single tree here looked like the tallest one imaginable!

Their trunks were impossibly thick; ach one easily wider across than three or four grown men standing shoulder to shoulder with arms outstretched.

Some of the massive boles measured twenty, maybe even thirty feet in diameter at the base, their bark rough and deeply furrowed like ancient elephant hide stretched over centuries, yet still pulsing faintly with that soft inner pink glow that ran through all the living wood of this place.

The roots alone rose from the mossy earth in great looping arches taller than I was, forming natural bridges and hollows beneath them.

While higher up the branches spread outward in vast, layered canopies that filtered the light into shifting patterns of emerald and rose.

I felt utterly dwarfed walking among them, like a tiny bug wandering through a forest of living giants.

Comparable to an ant among towering redwoods back on Earth, except these weren’t just tall; they were ancient and old beyond counting, their bark etched with faint scars and moss that had grown thick over untold generations.

Yet despite their age, they looked impossibly green and lively—leaves shimmering with fresh dew even though no rain had fallen, vines curling with vibrant energy, flowers blooming in impossible clusters along the trunks as though the trees themselves were still in the prime of youth.

Standing at their feet made me feel small and fragile, almost insignificant, a fleeting visitor in a place that had existed long before I was born and would continue long after I left.

But even if the sun here was artificially made with magic, it sure was beautifully bright in a way that felt almost too perfect.

According to Sys, the magical sun orb—acting as a pseudo-sun high overhead—wasn’t the harsh, glaring ball of fire I remembered from Earth.

Instead, it cast a more controlled, diffused light that softened every edge and brought out richer colors without creating much stark shadows or blinding glare.

Everything glowed gently, as though the air itself had been polished to let beauty shine through more clearly.

Everything around me looked like flowery, rainbow-strewn stuff was scattered everywhere.

Petals drifted lazily on invisible currents, blossoms in every shade of pink, violet, gold, and soft blue opened along every path and vine, releasing faint sweet scents that mingled with the clean smell of moss and fresh wood.

Making it seem like I had truly stepped into some kind of magic land straight out of a dream.

The fairies carried along with their business all around me, fluttering their delicate insect wings as they flew through the air in graceful arcs;

Some carrying tiny baskets woven from petal-threads, others tending glowing orbs that floated like lanterns, a few simply chasing one another in playful loops high among the branches.

To me, I hadn’t seen even a single boy since yesterday. Not one that I could clearly identify as male, anyway.

But Isabelle had said earlier that males weren’t scarce here at all, so I had to bet they all simply looked too feminine for my untrained eyes to sort them out properly from a distance.

{Master, that individual currently picking mushrooms on the top of that tree over there is biologically male.}

[Huh? You mean that cute little girl in the cute little brown shorts and pale cropped top, with those long blonde pigtails bouncing every time she reaches, long blonde lashes framing bright eyes, and that wonderful, sunny smile lighting up her whole face?]

{Affirmative.}

Fine. I’ll stop relying on my earthly common sense right this instant.

Speaking of outfits, I was currently dressed in a ridiculous outfit that made me look exactly like some kind of fantasy leprechaun straight out of a children’s book illustration.

But honestly, it wasn’t all that bad once I got past the initial embarrassment:

The brown shoes were oddly inflated at the toes and heels—almost comically puffed up like little balloons—but they still felt surprisingly cute and comfortable, the soft leather-like material flexing with every step without pinching.

The green jacket layered over the lighter green tunic beneath it had that rich, supple quality that at first glance looked like fine leather.

Though I knew now it was actually crafted from some specially treated leaf—thin yet tough, supple yet durable, with faint natural veining patterns running through the fabric like delicate embroidery.

The dark green pants hugged my waist snugly thanks to a series of thin laces threaded through small eyelets along the sides and front, cinching everything neatly in place without restricting movement;

The material was smooth against my skin, slightly stretchy, and tapered gently down my legs to tuck into the tops of the shoes, giving the whole ensemble a fitted, almost tailored look despite its whimsical style.

Aww, I felt like a total cosplayer walking around in this getup!

Roselyn had insisted—quite firmly, with that teasing golden-eyed smirk of hers—that I ditch the “commoner-looking” rags I had been wearing before.

Now that I think about it; How rude!

That was the very outfit I had arrived in this world with, back when everything still felt new and confusing. And Sara had liked it too.

Wait, how did I even get my hands on that original tunic again in the first place?

And hold up, I just realized there was a blatant plot hole staring me right in the face!

What in the world happened to the luxurious, royal dress that Elara had conjured for me back then?

When Titania stripped me completely naked at the summit?!

I had just appeared in Shishi-no-su wearing my former tunic once more, and I hadn’t even found it odd at the time.

Not a single thought about where the fancy dress had vanished to, or how I’d ended up back in my starting clothes without explanation.

Hmmm. What exactly is the author doing to this manga?

{This is a novel, Master.}

[Same thing.]

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