Hmm?

Fremay blinked, huffing in a mix of amusement and exasperation.

At this moment, instead of praising nature's might, you should be praising me!

It was me who did it!

"Ahem, yes."

After confirming that Herbert genuinely hadn't noticed, Fremay lightly cleared her throat, signaling to the oblivious ingrate engrossed in the miracle to look at her.

What a silly fool.

"Hmm? Oh, oh!"

And once Herbert snapped back to reality, seeing Fremay's slightly resentful yet scarcely concealing smug expression, he immediately caught on.

He didn't make any excuses for his prior behavior, not uttering a single redundant word.

Instead, he very sensibly stepped forward, proactively taking Fremay's hand, eyes filled with reverence and affection, he spoke gently and sincerely:

"Fremay, what you've done is truly incredible!"

"What you did was nothing short of a miracle, this scorched land has been reborn under your magic!"

"Everything you've achieved is much like the sea nurturing life itself; it's the finest testament to your power and kindness."

He lavishly praised Fremay, admiring her efforts with great excitement.

And hearing such compliments, Fremay's heart swelled with joy, like a tide rising to overflow.

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of red, and she puffed out her chest, wanting to jump onto his back like usual, burrowing into his embrace to act coquettishly.

But at this moment, she felt a little restrained, needing to maintain the dignity of a Legendary Mage, striving to control her improper actions.

Fremay pursed her lips and then lightly shook the hand that was held, feigning mock anger as she spoke:

"Hmm, it's just a small spell, not as impressive as you say."

That's what she said, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed her true feelings inside.

She endured, endured, and endured again.

In her heart, she continuously reminded herself to maintain a girl's restraint, a Grand Mage's dignity, and... hold it like a sea otter!

There's no one else around, what am I restraining for!!?

With that thought, Fremay could no longer hold back and let out a self-satisfied giggle.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Then she easily leapt, directly jumping onto Herbert's back, wrapping her arms around his neck with the upper body while her fish tail coiled around his waist, endlessly whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"Praise me some more!"

"Say a bit more!"

And at this moment, Herbert found her contrasting demeanor utterly adorable, fulfilling her requests without hesitation.

"Of course, I can praise you more, it's no problem at all!"

"In my heart, you're truly amazing! Whether it's the way you control the weather and wield magic or your shy and cute manner now, I love them all."

And after this unabashed praise and expression, Fremay's face turned an even deeper shade of red, hiding behind Herbert, trying hard to conceal her expression.

Fremay felt tingles on her scalp, yet there was a hint of delight in her heart, squirming back and forth behind Herbert.

If it weren't for the fact that mermaids have no toes, she might have been able to sketch out a whole three-bedroom apartment on the ground by now.

She pouted stubbornly and said, "You, you are always saying these sweet nothings, all just lies."

To this, Herbert entirely denied, replying earnestly, "Haha, I never lie."

["Sure, sure, you always deceive Monster Girls, never lie."] The Harmonious God cast a sidelong glance at this ally full of fabrications.

You're fooling the little girls every time, don't think I haven't noticed!

I've witnessed it all!

While sensing Nenasha's disdain, Herbert secretly chuckled.

Ha.

Look or not?

Keep watching.

Keep watching, and I'll trick you too!

However, Herbert deliberately did not block Nenasha from feeling his taunting.

["Hm? Ha! Wishful thinking, there's no way you can trick me!"]

"Haha, we'll see about that."

The two exchanged slight smirks as a sign of mutual respect, no longer dwelling on the matter.

One day, they'll prove it through their actions.

Either they were wrong, or they were wrong, or both were wrong.

Or perhaps… haha.

Herbert and Fremay nestled together for a while, gazing at everything before them, enjoying their warm moment.

This land, reanimated by magic as if becoming their witness, had its growing branches gently swaying in the breeze, wordlessly narrating beauty.

After a while, when Sofia returned as agreed, dragging a bagged-up Steven, the two's affectionate behavior slightly calmed.

But Fremay didn't deliberately hide, still snugly leaning against Herbert, whispering softly:

"Hmm, by the way, although you might not know, mere revival of the land isn't enough."

Indeed, for this weathered and scorched land, simply reviving it wasn't enough.

The soil of the Misted Mountains could naturally grow plants, but it had been influenced by the mist for far too long.

The plants that grew incorporated part of the mist, crops wouldn't be an exception, consuming them might cause some peculiar effects on the body.

While Fremay astounded with her abilities in reviving the land, she also understood the limits of her powers.

"At most, I can help you create some alchemy potions to boost crop yield, but as for totally solving this issue... I'm afraid I can't do it."

Mages aren't all-powerful either.

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