When people say, “There’s something in the water.” they don’t usually mean it literally.

I do.

Since being planted in this suspicious soup with a high mana signature level, I can affirm, there is something in the water.

Not just the enormous amount of mana.

Not just the tasty bits that I don’t look closely at.

No, there is definitely something further.

I can’t really place what it is though…

However, I am sure of what it does, the something in the water, it imparts Law to me.

I have a Fire, Water, and Lightning Root, however now I’m getting inklings.

I feel like I can almost grasp the beginnings of another Root.

Ethereal, uncontainable, without form, or flavor.

Minor Wind Root has formed!

This…does not bode well.

Even though it’s been a long time away from the Earth, I still remember those documentaries.

The ones about livestock.

The ones about fattening livestock.

Just because I’m a plant doesn’t make it any less probable.

Here’s my working theory.

Old Lady A finds a plant with 3 Law level Roots growing on it.

She thinks to herself, “Ah! If I feed it more stuff, can I get more Law Roots?!”

And thus the current circumstances arise.

Rustle…

No, I don’t think I’m being paranoid here!

We could be on the verge of being fattened up, and then, killed!

And then ground up in a mortar and pestle and used for some evil purpose!

…Rustle…

What do you mean you recognize the old lady?

The hell didn’t you share this valuable information earlier?!

Rustle.

You knew we had nothing to fear?

This wasn’t information you thought was valuable enough to tell your partner immediately!?

Rustle! Ruuuuustle! Rrrrrrrrrrrustle!

Wait a second here, I tell you everything important!

Rustle.

Well, no, I didn’t think you’d want to be bothered by the fact that there was an accidental outbreak of carnivorous moss in my lab.

Rustle.

Seriously? You never indicated you cared about when I harvested all those samples from your newly grown greenery.

Besides, who could have known they would almost eat the kids?

RUSTLE.

Eh….ok, perhaps I sometimes keep a few things from you.

However….

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Ok, I can’t think up a good reason for some of that stuff under the pressure of possible imminent death.

Rustle.

What do you mean there’s no way we could die under the care of a suspicious old lady, who you still haven’t told me who they are?

Rustle.

What!? There are actual Gods around here?!

Wait, that’s a stupid name. Can’t she think of anything better?

Rustle…

On second thought that’s a delightful name, the Green Lady, yes, lovely.

And no, you don’t need to tell her what I thought about it.