“Liche unnie, is that fun?”

Lily asked while watching Liche dig the ground with some kind of shovel.

Lily’s slightly wavy pink hair shook gently following her movements of picking up a cookie from the tea table.

Every time, a turquoise badge that could be seen through Lily’s hair sparkled. It was a badge attached to the lapel of the academy uniform Lily was wearing.

“Somewhat?”

Liche, skillfully planting flower seedlings into the ground with gloved hands, answered.

Seeing the slight upward curve of her lips, it seemed like she was genuinely enjoying it.

‘Doesn’t look fun at all.’

Dealing with dirt to the point of sweating was nauseating.

Lily put down the half-eaten cookie on the plate and picked up a teacup.

‘But the flowers are pretty.’

The enormous glass greenhouse within the Hwanglip Academy was filled with flowers in all directions.

All of them were things Liche had grown.

Established for seven years now.

The Dessert Research Club, founded by Lovenhaf, was playfully nicknamed the “Triarche’s Flower Research Club.”

With five founding members, one dropout in the same year, the Hebetzman twins joining as freshmen the following year, and two graduating in the spring of this year.

Although the small club, consisting of only four members, was using a annex with a massive glass greenhouse as their clubroom.

Within the academy, no one complained about it.

Firstly, the formidable power of Derkedion, who graduated as the former student council president in the spring of this year, and the vice president Lovenhaf, who now held power.

Secondly.

“How about planting pansies here?”

Liche stood up from her crouched position.

As her lowered upper body straightened up, her silver hair sparkled in the light spreading through the glass.

It was a sight like a goddess born in a mysterious river.

Lily also put down the teacup she was holding and looked at Triarche.

‘Ah, she’s so beautiful.’

I came all the way here this summer just to see this.

Although the pleasant greenhouse environment, created by Triarche’s magic with shade and a cool breeze, made the journey from the classroom to the greenhouse comfortable, it was still quite inconvenient for Lily under the scorching sun.

‘No wonder everyone says our clubroom is unfair.’

The second reason why students couldn’t complain about the Dessert Research Club’s clubroom.

When students saw Triarche Roadwick’s figure in the flower-filled greenhouse, all thoughts of protest went away.

“That place is a sacred place.”

Because there was no other place in Hwanglip Academy where Triarche’s beauty could be fully captured, the students tacitly agreed not to touch the Dessert Research Club’s greenhouse.

Let’s not mess with the greenhouse.

In fact, behind the creation of the greenhouse, there was significant support from plants and professors.

Strangely, even with the same seeds and similar environmental conditions, completely different results were born when they went through Triarche’s hands.

The rapid growth and robustness of plants, the tempting allure of the ripening fruits…

Even seeds that had no hope of sprouting at all could grow when touched by Triarche.

The cultivation skill of Triarche was so amazing that it stunned even the professors who had walked the outskirts of plant studies for decades.

‘Triarche is…’

‘She has the hands of the earth!’

The hands of the earth, which had been handed down as a legend in the world of plant studies, were undoubtedly possessed by Triarche Roadwick.

Instead of bringing in talents that should have come from the field of plant studies, they ended up with magic.

“I propose a major in Triarche’s Plant Studies…!”

“It’s not possible.”

Despite the outcry from the plant science professors, the real powerhouse at Hwanglip Academy was magic.

Triarche even declined the opportunity to propose it to Liche.

For a while, the greeting in the plant science office was a sigh-filled phrase, “Triarche Roadwick….”

Unable to give up on Liche, the professors of plant science finally asked for help with plant cultivation by lending part of their department’s land to Liche in exchange.

That was the background of how the Dessert Research Club, which started as a small club, became the legend of Hwanglip Academy, the Flower Research Club of Triarche.
“Liche unnie, did you hear about the chaos with the magic professors?”

“Chaos? The professors didn’t say anything.”

Liche replied to Lily while tying up her long silver hair that reached her waist.

‘I knew it would be like this. Professors can’t say a word in front of unnie.’

Lily recalled the sight of the professor who had been trembling and muttering during today’s magic class.

“Everyone, we now have two years left.”

“……?”

“The period in which our pride, and your senior, Miss Triarche, can shine…!”

“Professor, are you okay?”

“That disgusting Udik Academy on the miserable Pan Continent, as soon as our Miss Triarche leaves, she’ll immediately suppress their arrogance!”

Triarche Roadwick, 16 years old this year, a 7th-year student.